<?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-6488569</id><updated>2011-04-21T11:10:17.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vivan</title><subtitle type='html'>i am back!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beeban.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488569/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeban.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>vivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11656078144723637801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>39</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6488569.post-108554208928137406</id><published>2004-05-25T19:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-25T20:28:09.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>kay new template &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;prom was alright sorry for not posting it up a while ago, i mean i did but it didnt post, stupid blog, its okay i love it =] anywho.. what i did before prom was me n my sister took the bus to bart in the morning to go to sophia's house but this guy named huy offered to drive us there so he picked us up and we went to sophia's house, sophia kim and trang were eating and then they drove us to albertsons to get cameras and then we went to grace's house. she did our make up and hair and we got ready and left. we got to our house and got ready there again and stuff and drove to my moms work to just stop by. came back home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adrian picked me up and we went to mc donalds bitch! thats how you do it! it was me adrian johnathan and mayella and after that we went to go w/ the other group, we ended up seperating and we went to the gift center. got there and we did all that stuff you do at prom, dance, take pictures, conversate, all that.. after all that was over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went to the marriot and everyone was outside i decided to go back to san lorenzo cause johnathan wanted to go and come back so we did that and then it ended up getting all boring and stuff so i went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then the next day was just as normal as any other sunday so yeah..o_o&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6488569-108554208928137406?l=beeban.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488569/posts/default/108554208928137406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488569/posts/default/108554208928137406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeban.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108554208928137406' title=''/><author><name>vivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11656078144723637801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6488569.post-108537193339642783</id><published>2004-05-23T21:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-23T21:12:13.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6488569-108537193339642783?l=beeban.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488569/posts/default/108537193339642783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488569/posts/default/108537193339642783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeban.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108537193339642783' title=''/><author><name>vivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11656078144723637801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6488569.post-108537192299534460</id><published>2004-05-23T20:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-23T21:12:02.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>prom day was cool, woke up and me and my sister took the bus to bart, huy offered to drive us to sophia's so we went to pick up his tux and he dropped us off at sophia's then kim drove me to albertsons and we got some cameras and then we went to grace's house and grace did both me and my sisters hair and make up, i did my sisters hair also! i braided it.=] anywho haha then grace drove us home then we got ready there, went to my mom's work shop and everyone was like "awww!! you guys are soo pretty!" and one of the customers called me jennifer aniston?..o_o i dunno..-_- anywho.. adrian picked me up and then we went to mcdonalds biznatch! w/ johnathan and his date then we were off to the gift center&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got there and didnt know what to do i saw many faces and took pictures of em. danced a lot which was cool took pictures w/ adrian, and another w/ adrian johnathan and his date and another one w/ me and my sister. then we danced some more til the night ended&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after wards we went to the marriot and then drove home and drove back cause we had to drop off enrique and marcos then we went back to the marriot and stuff and then hung out for a quick second then mayella had to go home and so everyone went home well the people i went w/.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today went to sleep woke up around 2 something and then we went to church, since no one was there for the nhom tre meeting we went to johnson's house and we kicked it there til church started and i hung out w/ grace and chit chatted about stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;over all everything was cool in a way, and i guess prom sorta got me more closer w/ my sister cause we dont normally get that close but thats a good thing cause yeah and people may be bitches because i dont know why but yeah, it's okay ryan, dont trip.. you're girl was on trip mode and its understandable, all girls are like that dont feel bad anymore! -shakes fist-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6488569-108537192299534460?l=beeban.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488569/posts/default/108537192299534460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488569/posts/default/108537192299534460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeban.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108537192299534460' title=''/><author><name>vivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11656078144723637801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6488569.post-108494680962232758</id><published>2004-05-18T23:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-18T23:06:49.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today was also great uhm.. went home.. was tired went to sleep woke up by a phone call and it was grace! so she picked me up and we went to go to her aunts hair shop and it was cool, we shaved hoa's hair into a mo-hawk haha damn.. his parents..o_o.. anywho.. and then we picked up my sister and went to new park to get our pierces, we found out we have to leave this in for 6 weeks..-_-.. but whatever i'll risk the chance of get an infection for prom night then we went back to their house and wanted to see how the garter should be and then we hung out there talked for a bit and then went home and then chival came on! ahhhh!!! i miss her dude!! shes one of my bestest friends man! she bought me back a shot glass, how sweet of her, she thought of me..=] anywho, we're prolly gonna go kick it or something wah hoo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6488569-108494680962232758?l=beeban.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488569/posts/default/108494680962232758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488569/posts/default/108494680962232758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeban.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108494680962232758' title=''/><author><name>vivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11656078144723637801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6488569.post-108486136170507004</id><published>2004-05-17T23:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-17T23:22:41.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today was cool.. after school today we got picked up by john capina, me and my sister. and we went to go pick up money from my mom at work. drove to La Melodie to buy the boutineere and then we went to jerwin's house. hung out there for a quick second. then we decided to go to chuck e cheese to drop my sister off.. and we ate n stuff. went to southland saw some people who went to slz. ceaser i think thats how you spell his name and enrique. then.. oh yeah! i got me green nurse pants, hella cool n shit. imma flaunt it off at school biznatch!. anywho. we kicked it in the car, smoked some. then we went to grace's house and she did a pre make shit for prom, it looked nice only if it had gel it'd be even better. then my sister came and we figured how to put these shoes on that i bought, oh so beautiful. and then we found some shoes my sister will wear.. oh and this big ass rock for her finger.. hella beautiful haha.. damn.. sometime this week we're gonna go get our ear pierced n stuff. but yes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6488569-108486136170507004?l=beeban.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488569/posts/default/108486136170507004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488569/posts/default/108486136170507004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeban.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108486136170507004' title=''/><author><name>vivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11656078144723637801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6488569.post-108472209814524493</id><published>2004-05-16T08:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-16T08:41:38.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i saw andrew finally for the first time in two years.. he's still the sexy man he use to be but w/ long hair. we went to union city and watched troy.. after that i went back to sophia's house and my mom didnt wanna pick me up soo..o_o.. i slept over..o_o.. haha.. anywho.. the next day.. we all got ready.. went to andrews house and we went to new park was boring there cause i had spent all my money on tapioca and the movies yesturday.-_-.. and so we went home.. and then we went to southland.. i saw adrian there and he asked me to prom.. so hopefully i'll get my dress for me today.. and then i'll order the garter and boutineere tomorrow. so i wont have to trip as much. but yeah.. i went home.. fell asleep and here i am today.=] i gotta dung hoa today which is all good for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6488569-108472209814524493?l=beeban.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488569/posts/default/108472209814524493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488569/posts/default/108472209814524493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeban.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108472209814524493' title=''/><author><name>vivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11656078144723637801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6488569.post-108440898379109776</id><published>2004-05-12T16:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-12T17:43:03.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh more more! and i stole this from a girl named lauren, many thanks for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  // the basics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they call me. vivan&lt;br /&gt;nicknames. ten, beeban, baboon, van&lt;br /&gt;years young. 15&lt;br /&gt;b-day. november 27th biznatch&lt;br /&gt;location. california&lt;br /&gt;star sign. saggitariaus&lt;br /&gt;siblings?. 4 brothers and a sister&lt;br /&gt;boyfriend?. solo.. and lookin...kinda..&lt;br /&gt;bedroom. plain white w/ my hella comfortable twin bed and a bunk bed which is red, with clothes all over the floor..=] thats how you do it.&lt;br /&gt;hobbies. i have no hobbies, i think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  // appearance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eyes. brown&lt;br /&gt;hair. shoulder lenght hair w/ three colors, dark ass brown, light red and light brown&lt;br /&gt;height. 5'2&lt;br /&gt;weight. 108 lbs or somewhere around there&lt;br /&gt;braces?. none&lt;br /&gt;glasses?. i want glasses the squared black rimmed ones also known as "cool cat glasses"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  // faves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;color. all shades of green&lt;br /&gt;food. any just as long as its good &lt;br /&gt;shirt. i dont really have a favorite shirt&lt;br /&gt;tv shows. degrassi biznatch!&lt;br /&gt;tv channel. ...? the hell?&lt;br /&gt;season. summer&lt;br /&gt;place. i'd say the beach &lt;br /&gt;stores. i dont really have a favorite store&lt;br /&gt;scent. that gap perfume thingy blue&lt;br /&gt;font. trebuchet MS&lt;br /&gt;sport. football!&lt;br /&gt;number. 8 and 10&lt;br /&gt;movies. armageddon, lion king&lt;br /&gt;girls names. nayala pronounced as nai-ay-lah and ayla&lt;br /&gt;guys names. jayden or jay o_o&lt;br /&gt;soda. pepsi..=] better than coke!&lt;br /&gt;books. my blue day book..=] and a buncha books from.. v.c. andrews&lt;br /&gt;foreign language. vietnamese&lt;br /&gt;word. ..o_o&lt;br /&gt;songs.&lt;br /&gt;112-sweet love&lt;br /&gt;devotion-got me hooked&lt;br /&gt;afi-silver and cold&lt;br /&gt;avant-i wanna be&lt;br /&gt;black eyed peas-smells like funk&lt;br /&gt;brand new-soco amaretto lime&lt;br /&gt;brand new-sic transit gloria...glory fades&lt;br /&gt;carlos santana feat. dido-feels like fire&lt;br /&gt;damien rice-cannonball&lt;br /&gt;kenna-hell bent &amp; kenna-freetime&lt;br /&gt;less than jake-the science of selling yourself short&lt;br /&gt;ahh too many!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  // likes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hot white guys like the one in southland, all sorts of music, football, green, carebears, lipgloss, people who dont give a shit, weird hot guys..o_o no, no.. i rephrase that weird hot WHITE guys.=] thats more like it. haha anywho, balloons(helium!)candy, jawbreakers, babies, kids, puppies..=]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  // dislikes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all the bad things people hate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6488569-108440898379109776?l=beeban.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488569/posts/default/108440898379109776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488569/posts/default/108440898379109776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeban.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108440898379109776' title=''/><author><name>vivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11656078144723637801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6488569.post-108434257295444269</id><published>2004-05-11T23:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-11T23:16:12.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www26.brinkster.com/angelick/namequiz.html" target="new"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www26.brinkster.com/angelick/jade.png" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www26.brinkster.com/angelick/namequiz.html" target="new"&gt;What Name Should You Have?&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a href="http://www21.brinkster.com/laurenn/" target="new"&gt;Lauren&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6488569-108434257295444269?l=beeban.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488569/posts/default/108434257295444269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488569/posts/default/108434257295444269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeban.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108434257295444269' title=''/><author><name>vivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11656078144723637801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6488569.post-108434082395286383</id><published>2004-05-11T21:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-11T22:47:03.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>||[[Basic?]]||&lt;br /&gt;Who'd you take this from?:cristina..o_o&lt;br /&gt;My name is?:vivan huynh&lt;br /&gt;People call me?: by my name..?..duh&lt;br /&gt;Love is?: a bitch..=*(&lt;br /&gt;If I could see one person right now?:uhm.. i dont really know.. my mind is offa things right now.&lt;br /&gt;I daydream about?: too many..-_-&lt;br /&gt;Tall or short?:..im asian..-_-&lt;br /&gt;Born?:november 27th beeeyatch!&lt;br /&gt;School?: san lorenzo..-_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;||[[ H A V E Y O U E V E R ]]|| &lt;br /&gt;Been in love : maybe.. thinking about it right now, i dont think i did..tried but how?..&lt;br /&gt;Lied: most the time..o_o&lt;br /&gt;Gave someone a bath: a baby?.. yes i have&lt;br /&gt;Smoke: well yes actually.&lt;br /&gt;bungee jumped: no but i hella want to it'll be hella cool!&lt;br /&gt;broken the law: and not get caught?. yes&lt;br /&gt;Skinny dipped: yeap! hella cool&lt;br /&gt;Cried to get out of trouble:oh i'm highly skilled at that&lt;br /&gt;Fallen for the wrong guy/girl: everyone said i did w/ the last guy.&lt;br /&gt;Cut your own hair: not really..-_-..&lt;br /&gt;Been mean: ah, only when i have to&lt;br /&gt;Stalked someone: andrew back in 8th grade haha hes just so damn sexay!&lt;br /&gt;Been sarcastic: ..uh.. dumb question..-shakes fist- &lt;br /&gt;Fought with parents: always&lt;br /&gt;Laughed until you cried: im an expertise at that!&lt;br /&gt;been so drunk you blacked out: i've been soo drunk that i passed out if you consider it that way&lt;br /&gt;skipped school: only a couple times.. yes.. i know.. bad vivan!&lt;br /&gt;Put a body part on fire for amusment: not really. i find that kind of.. freaky.&lt;br /&gt;Kept a secret from everyone:nope i'm always open to everyone.&lt;br /&gt;Had an imaginary friend: yes her name was betty sue. no actually when i was little i use to talk to myself.. kinda scary but it did happen&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to hook up w/ a friend: recently.. yes.. but..-_-.. damn..&lt;br /&gt;Cried during a flick:armageddon,the passion of the christ, and lion king, the only three movies that made me cry and still do!..&lt;br /&gt;Cried because of someone saying something mean to u: oh yeah.. i sorta kills me everytime that happens.&lt;br /&gt;been rejected: recently?.. yes.. and yes, it did hurt a lot.&lt;br /&gt;Rejected someone: too many actually..-_-&lt;br /&gt;Used someone: who hasnt?.. i mean.. i know its bad.. but everyone has.&lt;br /&gt;trusted someone way too easily: yes i have&lt;br /&gt;Done something you regret: no regrets&lt;br /&gt;Fallen for your best friend: if ryan was considered my best friend, yes i have.&lt;br /&gt;Pictured your crush naked: no crushes, and i dont picture people naked its just nasty, only the upper body..*_* so basically, half naked.. &lt;br /&gt;Actually seen your crush naked: no crushes but..o_o.. and no! dont think anything&lt;br /&gt;Cried when someone died: no one close to me has died yet, so i dont know how i would feel yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;||[[ O P P O S I T E S E X ]]||&lt;br /&gt;Turn on-looks:doesnt really matter to me&lt;br /&gt;turn off-looks: dirty under nails.. ugh..o_o. and nasty ear wax hanging outside the ear.. yucky!&lt;br /&gt;Turn off Personality: disrespectful, not honest, person who takes advantages on people a lil too much, tries to prove something when there is nothing to prove, thinks hes all hard and too good for every one, you know all that bad stuff&lt;br /&gt;hair length: doesnt really matter just as long as it fits them perfectly.&lt;br /&gt;best height: way taller than me, i like tall guys..=]&lt;br /&gt;best weight: doesnt matter, just as long as he weighs more than me..o_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;||[[ W H O ]]|| &lt;br /&gt;Called Last:andrew&lt;br /&gt;Emailed Last:jimmyyy!! &lt;br /&gt;Last went to the mall with: sophia!&lt;br /&gt;Is ur best friend: mark!&lt;br /&gt;Is ur special someone:no one..-_-&lt;br /&gt;makes u laugh the most: mark!&lt;br /&gt;Makes you smile: everyone!&lt;br /&gt;Gives u a funny feeling when u see them: use to be ryan, but no one at the moment&lt;br /&gt;Easier to talk to- boys or girls:boys&lt;br /&gt;Have you known the longest: my family.&lt;br /&gt;Do you cry with:i dont remember.. i'e been crying by myself most the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;||[[ T H I S OR T H A T ]]||&lt;br /&gt;Day/Night : night&lt;br /&gt;Summer/winter: summer biznatch thats when i getta tan, i need one i'm white as paper&lt;br /&gt;Spring/fall:spring&lt;br /&gt;Tape/cd: i dont know.&lt;br /&gt;Lust/love:love is not good w/o the lust or well.. nevermind..-_- we dont need lust if love is there!&lt;br /&gt;On phone/in person:i'm trying to be a in person, person which is good cause i've been doin that now a days&lt;br /&gt;Gold/silver: silver&lt;br /&gt;Scary/happy movies: happy movies..o_o&lt;br /&gt;Which wun hurts more physical pain/emotional pain: emotional pain.. when you go through all that, you wont even feel the physical pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;||[[ F A V O R I T E ]]||&lt;br /&gt;Color:all shades of green&lt;br /&gt;Scent:i'd say.. sweet temptation if not, that one par-fume smell from gap that i bought i think it was called "blue"&lt;br /&gt;Ice cream flavor: hm.. touch choice.. i'd say cookies n' cream&lt;br /&gt;Holiday: viet new years so beautiful to see everyone come visit each other and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Band: my sister got me hooked on brand new, kenna, less than jake, never heard of it, and straylight run&lt;br /&gt;Flower: i dont really know..o_o.. theres too many.. i'd go w/ those big ass daisies. so pretty. either that or lillies.&lt;br /&gt;Cartoon character: i dont know.. im sorry&lt;br /&gt;Book: my blue day book..=] &lt;br /&gt;Tv show: uhm.. &lt;br /&gt;Language: vietnamese and english&lt;br /&gt;Weather: i like it hot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;||[[ DO YOU / / ARE YOU ]]||&lt;br /&gt;Obsessive:sometimes&lt;br /&gt;Want to go to college: yeah&lt;br /&gt;Like school: only when i feel like it&lt;br /&gt;Want to get married: yeah i do&lt;br /&gt;Believe in yourself: not too much&lt;br /&gt;Have piercings: none im sorry&lt;br /&gt;Get motion sickness: not really.&lt;br /&gt;Have high self esteem: ...not anymore...&lt;br /&gt;Get along w/ your parents: sometimes&lt;br /&gt;Like thunderstorms: very nice&lt;br /&gt;Sit on the internet all day waiting for someone special to get on AIM: well.. i dont consider it that way cause i'm always online.&lt;br /&gt;Wish u were a member of the opposite sex: only sometimes cause damn, they dont know what we girls go through.&lt;br /&gt;Color ur hair: black and light brown/light red.&lt;br /&gt;Have a crush: naw uh.. i did..&gt;=*(&lt;br /&gt;Like watching sunrises or sunsets:i love them a lot..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;||[[ IN THE LAST 48 HOURS, HAVE YOU ]]|| &lt;br /&gt;CRIED: felt like it, i think i did i really dont remember&lt;br /&gt;Gotten Sick: i am sick! screw you mosquitoes! -shakes fist-!&lt;br /&gt;Sang:uh..i think i did yes i did!&lt;br /&gt;Said i love you: havent said that in a long time, only when i joke around w/ people but the real thing?.. i dont remember.&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to tell someone you loved them, but just couldn`t: my mom and dad yes&lt;br /&gt;had a serious talk: hm.. naw uh, im getting to miss the serious talks.&lt;br /&gt;Missed someone: yeah i do actually.&lt;br /&gt;Hugged someone:everyday..o_o&lt;br /&gt;Kissed someone: i havent kissed someone for the longest time, i think imma keep it that way for some time.&lt;br /&gt;Fought with your parents: i dont think so&lt;br /&gt;Dreamed about someone you can't be with: yeah i do all the time and it hurts everytime i think about it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6488569-108434082395286383?l=beeban.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488569/posts/default/108434082395286383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488569/posts/default/108434082395286383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeban.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108434082395286383' title=''/><author><name>vivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11656078144723637801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6488569.post-108424600443703681</id><published>2004-05-10T20:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-10T20:26:44.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sorry guys..-_- haha im never leaving my blog! i have nooooo life sooo yes..-_-.. and plus.. theres nothing keeping me occupied to blog anymore.. sooooo!! =] welcome back blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the past couple uhm.. weeks n shit, yes i have been occupied but you know what?.. fuck em, i shoulda listened to every god damn person who told me .."don't try vivan." but nope, i thought things woulda happened but whatever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywho.. FUCK YOU BITCH! okay thats all i had to say, and uh.. well i've been hanging out w/ sophia a lot, theres drama on her side n stuff but its cool we hung out on saturday just walkin around.. and i found out some stuff that pissed the living shit outta me but not anymore cause i really hate him, i guess i take after my sister..o_o. but anywho sophia's great, good person to talk to when you need her but yeah.. oh yeah and i talked to andrew, after two years.. wow. but yeah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and oh yeah, theres this dung hoa shit i have to do for church. they made me the main person hella messed up cause i didnt know that shit, but its all good in the hood biyatch! haha and damn in church hahaha whooo!! tina is sooo clazzzyyy!! she was hella starin at this foo in church, but i do agree w/ her that hes hella foxy. she'd flip out and nudge me everytime he stared at us hella funny man. its cool though.. oh yeah and on the 22nd i gotta go to the retreat for confirmation cause the group wanted me to go and tell the confirmation kids about whats been poppin in my life. bah, next sunday i got to dung hoa.. =\ s'all good though. but thats all i have to blog about. so toodles&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6488569-108424600443703681?l=beeban.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488569/posts/default/108424600443703681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488569/posts/default/108424600443703681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeban.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108424600443703681' title=''/><author><name>vivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11656078144723637801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6488569.post-108241589645250117</id><published>2004-04-19T16:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-19T16:09:00.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well.. i actually talked to mike..o_O.. i mean.. its great and all.. and i guess i dont think i'd want to go any further w/ any of that and stuff.. too much drama.. for the both of us. but its cool.. at least he still cares n stuff cause i know i do. but yeeeeeeeahhh..... anywho.. ^________^  i guess im happy now cause things are koo w/ me and him. but yeah..o_O.. you know.. haha its hella funny cause uhm.. my last entry was about him bitchin n shit.. but haha its okay..-_-.. but yeah.. i guess this'll be my last entry then.. cause i dont think i'll be typing about things anymore like i use to but yeah.. and im serious this time about my last blog cause i mean.. shet. theres nothing to post about anymore.. but its cool good bye beautiful blog. i'll love you forever and ever and ever and ever and ever..=]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6488569-108241589645250117?l=beeban.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488569/posts/default/108241589645250117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488569/posts/default/108241589645250117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeban.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108241589645250117' title=''/><author><name>vivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11656078144723637801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6488569.post-108189138761442766</id><published>2004-04-13T14:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-13T14:27:02.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ahh im pissed.. and you know why?.. cause mike's a dumb ass.. seriously.. okay.. i mean.. look.. i've been treated by him even more worser than i treated him.. he would yell at me.. and just.. fucking.. call me names.. and do hella shit to hurt me feelings but do you know how many times i come back to him or let him come back to me?.. i dont even know i lost count.. but after this one argument.. he decides to be a fuckin bitch and i told him that.. and he didnt even want to talk to me anymore after that.. its funny how it affects different people.. and i happen to be called a bitch by him hella times.. it hurts, it really does.. but he doesnt know that.. i seriously.. would do anything to get back at him.. people dont know how badly he treats me besides my sister ryan and cristina.. and you know what.. they all dont like him.. they said i shouldnt even be trippen offa him.. and that i'd be better off w/o him.. and it hurts cause i dont think so.. but now i can finally say.. he's a bitch and he needs to grow up..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6488569-108189138761442766?l=beeban.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488569/posts/default/108189138761442766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488569/posts/default/108189138761442766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeban.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108189138761442766' title=''/><author><name>vivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11656078144723637801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6488569.post-108157176651330752</id><published>2004-04-09T21:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-09T21:39:56.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yesturday and today was the most shittiest days i've ever had.. today.. i hella just wanted to cry but its okay.. went home afterschool.. and mike had told me that someone he grew up w/ died and i sorta felt bad because i didnt know what to say.. i sorta knew today was already a bad day but its okay..i guess theres other people who got it more bad than me.. i gotta accept what i got cause one day, when i need it the most, its not gonna be there..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>im home now for all you dumb fucks who wanted me home..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6488569-108139147118343443?l=beeban.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488569/posts/default/108139147118343443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488569/posts/default/108139147118343443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeban.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108139147118343443' title=''/><author><name>vivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11656078144723637801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6488569.post-108115057574875751</id><published>2004-04-05T00:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-05T00:39:59.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;friday:&lt;/strong&gt; i forgot what i did on friday.. i think i stayed home and oh yeah!! i remember now!.. i went to church and afterwards..-_-.. haha nam was like,"hey van you wanna go somewhere?" so i said, "sure!" and we went to trang's house and we got bored there and all of us went to quan's new pretty house and we kicked it there for a couple minutes and then we drove everyone home..-_- fun day huh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;saturday:&lt;/strong&gt;uhm.. i had that duong hy vong retreat to go to so i went there and stayed there the whoooole day.. sooo tiring! and i had enough energy to go to the bonfire later on that night also and ryan came so me hoa and ryan drove there haha damn hoa is the most whitest asian guy ever..-_- and we hung out and fuckin paul and quan killed the fire when they knew we had hella little firewood and i was sleeping most the time and since everyone was freezing their hiney's off we left and came home and was knocked out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sunday:&lt;/strong&gt;went to the youth group and we were talking about the camping trip god damn.. i dont think we'll be able to fit. then we went to church and since it was palm sunday.. i made my palm into a cross like i normally do.. haha.. yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well that was my weekend it was hella fun.. mhmm.. yeah its great.. well i hope you guys had a great weekend cause i sure.. uh.. dont know about mines..o_o.. haha well toodles.!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6488569-108115057574875751?l=beeban.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488569/posts/default/108115057574875751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488569/posts/default/108115057574875751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeban.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108115057574875751' title=''/><author><name>vivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11656078144723637801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6488569.post-108096196624461699</id><published>2004-04-02T19:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-04-02T19:16:26.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Name: Vivan Huynh&lt;br /&gt;Piercings: none&lt;br /&gt;Tattoos: none&lt;br /&gt;Height: 5'3! &lt;br /&gt;Shoe size: 6-7&lt;br /&gt;Hair color: black n brown&lt;br /&gt;Length: up to my shoulder&lt;br /&gt;Siblings: 4 brothers and one sister&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last &lt;br /&gt;Movie you rented:honestly, i forgot.&lt;br /&gt;Movie you bought: don't remember..o_O&lt;br /&gt;Song you listened to: no doubt-spiderwebs..o_o&lt;br /&gt;Song that was stuck in your head:one voice-always on my mind&lt;br /&gt;CD you bought: i honestly dont remember..o_o&lt;br /&gt;CD you listened to: ....i forgot..-_-&lt;br /&gt;Person you've called: Mike..and his ass..fuck man..&gt;=|&lt;br /&gt;Person that's called you:Mike&lt;br /&gt;TV show you've watched: none so far..o_o&lt;br /&gt;Person you were thinking of: not you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a bf or gf: nope&lt;br /&gt;You have a crush on someone: uh..o_o&lt;br /&gt;You wish you could live somewhere else: sorta&lt;br /&gt;You think about suicide: uh.. no&lt;br /&gt;You believe in online dating: uh.. no&lt;br /&gt;Others find you attractive: dunno why don't you ask those others.&lt;br /&gt;You want more piercings: yes my lip..=]&lt;br /&gt;You drink: what do you think?.&lt;br /&gt;You do drugs: nahhh..-_-&lt;br /&gt;You smoke: nahhh..-_-&lt;br /&gt;You like cleaning: not really...o_O&lt;br /&gt;You like roller coasters: i do i do!&lt;br /&gt;You write in cursive or print: i print but some how it sorta changes to print/cursive&lt;br /&gt;You carry a donor card: nah maybe later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For or Against... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long distance relationships: against &lt;br /&gt;Using someone: against even though i know i prolly done it a lot but still.. its not good.&lt;br /&gt;Killing people: against&lt;br /&gt;Teenage smoking: its up to those losers who wanna smoke.&lt;br /&gt;Premarital sex: rawr!&lt;br /&gt;Driving drunk: against&lt;br /&gt;Gay/lesbian relationship: for&lt;br /&gt;Soap operas: against ...o_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food: anything good&lt;br /&gt;Song: straylight run-it's for the best&lt;br /&gt;Thing to do: anything to get away from the hizzous.&lt;br /&gt;Thing to talk about: uhmm...just whatever pops up in the convo.&lt;br /&gt;Sports: football! i'm vicious..&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;Drinks: pepsi&lt;br /&gt;Clothes: the shit i wear every day&lt;br /&gt;Movies: ehh..o_o.. too many options i just dont know..-_-&lt;br /&gt;Band/singer: maroon 5, afi, andrew wk, black eyed peas, dido, kenna, less than jake, lostprophets, mighty mighty bosstones, nelly furtado, never heard of it, norah jones, postal service, rooney, sarah mclachlan, savage garden *__*, straylight run, the sounds, hot hot heat&lt;br /&gt;Holiday: chinese new years&lt;br /&gt;New nerdy saying: uhhhhhhhhhh...o_o&lt;strong&gt;?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think you are... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty: not really&lt;br /&gt;Funny: sometimes, maybe when i'm bored.&lt;br /&gt;Hot: nah&lt;br /&gt;Friendly: if you want me to be &lt;br /&gt;Amusing: o_O...sometimes?&lt;br /&gt;Ugly: yes in many ways&lt;br /&gt;Loveable: i can love.&lt;br /&gt;Pessimistic: damn.. i know this word..o_o&lt;br /&gt;Optimistic: sometimes&lt;br /&gt;Caring: i care&lt;br /&gt;Sweet: if you want me to be&lt;br /&gt;Dorky: ...O_O&lt;br /&gt;Spell your first name back wards: naviv!&lt;br /&gt;The story behind your LJ user name: i dont have one?..o_O&lt;br /&gt;Are you straight: yeah&lt;br /&gt;Where do you live: in a house like most people do &lt;br /&gt;4 words that sum you up: you're,mom ...thats not four letters but its pretty damn close. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Describe Your... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wallet: i lost it..=*(&lt;br /&gt;Hairbrush: its black and it looks like a hairbrush&lt;br /&gt;Toothbrush: Spongebob&lt;br /&gt;Jewelry worn daily: i wear this ring its a mood ring and mike gave it to me. and uh i wear hair ties but thats not jewelry but i wear em as bracelets.. because i got no other place to put em..o_o&lt;br /&gt;Pillow cover: ninja turtles!&lt;br /&gt;Blanket: i keep it flower-ey&lt;br /&gt;Coffee cup: this nice one that looks pretty nice it looks like its made from india and its color is jade pier 1 baby!&lt;br /&gt;Sunglasses: dont wear em&lt;br /&gt;Shoes: right now my worn out dickies.&lt;br /&gt;Handbag: dont carry em.&lt;br /&gt;Favorite top: my favorite top..hell, i'd rather go topless just kidding! i'd say.. this one top that says dookie on it.&lt;br /&gt;CD in stereo right now: i dont really know&lt;br /&gt;What you are wearing now: sweats and my hollister shirt&lt;br /&gt;Hair: like i normally wear it.. o_o&lt;br /&gt;Make up: i dont wear makeup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who or What? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my mouth: nothing is in my mouth you sick bastard.&lt;br /&gt;In my head: my brain is in my head..o_o&lt;br /&gt;Wishing: i could go out right now&lt;br /&gt;After this: nuffin really&lt;br /&gt;Talking to: no one i have my away message on&lt;br /&gt;Eating: nuffin&lt;br /&gt;If you could get away with it and murder anyone, who and for what reason? nah.. no hatred &lt;br /&gt;Person you wish you could see right now: your mom&lt;br /&gt;Is next to you: printer&lt;br /&gt;Something you're looking forward to in this up coming month: hm.. well nothing really&lt;br /&gt;Something that you are deathly afraid of: heights&lt;br /&gt;Do you like candles: if you want me to like em&lt;br /&gt;Do you like hot wax: yeah its cool..o_o&lt;br /&gt;Do you like incense: not really&lt;br /&gt;Do you like the taste of blood: no.. not really..o_O&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in love: yeah&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in soul mates: well.. dont really know&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in love at first sight: no&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in forgiveness: yeah &lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in God: Yeah&lt;br /&gt;What do you want done with your body when you die: buried&lt;br /&gt;Who is your worst enemy: dont have one&lt;br /&gt;If you could have any animal for a pet: that one dog i showed hella weeks ago!&lt;br /&gt;What is the latest you've ever stayed up: all night and didnt go to sleep till 7pm the next day&lt;br /&gt;Ever been to Belgium: no i wanna..o_O&lt;br /&gt;Can you eat with chopsticks: yeah.. i am asian.&lt;br /&gt;What's your favorite coin: penny, they have cool ass pennies back in the days.. its amazing&lt;br /&gt;What are 5 cities you wouldn't mind relocating to: uhm.. i dont know..&lt;br /&gt;What are some of your favorite pig out foods: the original lays&lt;br /&gt;Whats something that you wish people would understand: i have a short temper.o_o&lt;br /&gt;What's something you wish you could understand better: it's people's decision to do what they want&lt;br /&gt;Anyone you miss that you haven't seen in a long time: taj campbell&lt;br /&gt;Something you want to make happen for tomorrow: well i gotta go to a retreat hopefully me and my cousin will do shit there that'll be fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got this from  &lt;a href="http://begreen4me.blogspot.com"&gt;monica&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6488569-108096196624461699?l=beeban.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488569/posts/default/108096196624461699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488569/posts/default/108096196624461699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeban.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108096196624461699' title=''/><author><name>vivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11656078144723637801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6488569.post-108086912576096536</id><published>2004-04-01T17:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-04-01T17:29:04.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my dad's home..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6488569-108086912576096536?l=beeban.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488569/posts/default/108086912576096536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488569/posts/default/108086912576096536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeban.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108086912576096536' title=''/><author><name>vivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11656078144723637801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6488569.post-108069514866542225</id><published>2004-03-30T17:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-30T17:09:25.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>...the past couple days has hella sucked for me.. but its okay though.. i can live.. i just gotta try n make my mom more happier in a way i guess.. hopefully she'll stop crying about stuff.. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6488569-108069514866542225?l=beeban.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488569/posts/default/108069514866542225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488569/posts/default/108069514866542225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeban.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108069514866542225' title=''/><author><name>vivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11656078144723637801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6488569.post-108034878105816281</id><published>2004-03-26T16:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-26T16:56:31.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'mma miss you.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we'll never forget you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you were so special to us..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we'll always love you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;r.i.p. hampster number 1.. =*(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just wish hampster number 2 would die and get it over w/ so she wont have to bite us again..-_-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6488569-108034878105816281?l=beeban.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488569/posts/default/108034878105816281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488569/posts/default/108034878105816281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeban.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108034878105816281' title=''/><author><name>vivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11656078144723637801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6488569.post-108010861655958395</id><published>2004-03-23T22:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-23T22:14:08.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i havent wrote in this ever since.. friday..o_o.. well what i did in the past hecka days was..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;friday:&lt;/strong&gt; uhm.. since there was no school on friday.. i stayed home and waited for my sister and ryan to pick me up.. and when they did, we picked up ann and went to ihop and hung out there.. afterwards we went to the marina and hung out there for probably like fifteen minutes and then we went to starbucks and we hung out there until 5 and went home and got yelled at..-_-..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;saturday:&lt;/strong&gt; didn't do nuffin! i was bored the whoooollle day..=*( but its cool its cool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sunday:&lt;/strong&gt;ryan picked both me and my sister off and he dropped my sister off at this hair place.. and then we picked up my friend tina and we went to tapioca express..and afterwards he dropped us off at our youth group and then went to church afterwards.. me and hoa and my brother went w/ the older guys to go eat pho and then hoa drove me home and we hung out at my house..and that was basically it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;monday:&lt;/strong&gt;went to school and afterschool me noon and ryan went to go pick tina up and went to union landing.. ate then dropped tina and noon off and then me and ryan hung out at starbucks.. we kicked it there for a good two or three hours and we were gonna go to redwood but when we got out the parking lot, his tires popped and we stood there for a couple minutes waiting for his dad and stuff but it was fun.. went home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;today:&lt;/strong&gt;stayed home and catched up on sleep and doing homework! and yeah..=]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whadda fun weekend huh..o_o&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6488569-108010861655958395?l=beeban.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488569/posts/default/108010861655958395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488569/posts/default/108010861655958395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeban.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108010861655958395' title=''/><author><name>vivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11656078144723637801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6488569.post-107973801347357946</id><published>2004-03-19T15:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-19T15:16:54.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay so today.. i cleaned up the house whoo whoo!! ^__^ proud of me huh anywho.. yeah well.. yesturday i went to chrissy's house and it was pretty cool.. we made mashed potatoes.. homemade nucca!! but yeah.. tonight imma probably go out w/ my sister and ryan again.. she and ryan get off at midnight so they gotta pick me up afterwards -_-.. i'mma probably be sleeping.. and then then.. yesturday i was on the phone and haha ! i fell asleep.. =*( well... shaddup you. i wasnt snoring..-_-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6488569-107973801347357946?l=beeban.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6488569-107959395319804565?l=beeban.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488569/posts/default/107959395319804565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488569/posts/default/107959395319804565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeban.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107959395319804565' title=''/><author><name>vivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11656078144723637801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6488569.post-107948504208381596</id><published>2004-03-16T16:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-16T17:00:39.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haha you like that poem huh?.. well.. me and mark was up in 4th block and he was like.. yeah.. lets make a poem.. but he ended up making a poem on my blog.. thingy. but yeah, oh yeah! yesturday me my sister and ryan went to starbucks and we were just sitting on the comfy couch just chillen, talkin all that. and manifair walks through the door and everyone is happy and stuff and everyone was just talkin, all that. actually.. it was a relaxing night that night. came home.. oh man! on the way home ryan turned up the music and was playing mariah carey he could hella sing foo! but yeah.. came home.. talked on the phone and stuff.. yeap.. well.. razor if you need someone to talk to or if you feel how you feel, you know you can always talk to me cause VIVAN makes things better for EVERYONE! ha. whatever..-_-  but yeah.. good luck w/ cha and the girls in the future. anywho.. went to sleep.. dunno when but i went to sleep pretty early.. i think. and then.. today.. the whole exit exams and stuff.. so yeah.. afterwards fourth block.. i was knocked out on the desk but damn it felt hella good to fuckin just... sleep man.. woke up went home and here i am.. i'm hella bored guys.. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6488569-107948504208381596?l=beeban.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488569/posts/default/107948504208381596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488569/posts/default/107948504208381596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeban.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107948504208381596' title=''/><author><name>vivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11656078144723637801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6488569.post-107947685097947182</id><published>2004-03-16T14:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-16T21:29:21.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yo yo yo&lt;br /&gt;It's Vivan and Mark&lt;br /&gt;Creepin' on the park&lt;br /&gt;Leanin' on the dark-&lt;br /&gt;Ness on the corner street&lt;br /&gt;Listening to the sounds of the asian beats&lt;br /&gt;God damn! What's up with this blazin' heat?&lt;br /&gt;Got us down in amazing defeat&lt;br /&gt;But it's all good cuz we know how to treat&lt;br /&gt;The mother fucking people who think&lt;br /&gt;That they can mess with our link&lt;br /&gt;We bring them close to the brink&lt;br /&gt;Of their deaths&lt;br /&gt;Because it's us they can't mess&lt;br /&gt;It's not us you wanna test&lt;br /&gt;Best believe that we bust with the best&lt;br /&gt;You can't trust nothin' less&lt;br /&gt;Than what we give to your chest&lt;br /&gt;As we lay you to rest...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6488569-107947685097947182?l=beeban.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488569/posts/default/107947685097947182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488569/posts/default/107947685097947182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeban.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107947685097947182' title=''/><author><name>vivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11656078144723637801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6488569.post-107940005169937012</id><published>2004-03-15T17:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-15T17:52:32.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i want that dog... *____* when i get a job the first thing imma buy is that cute lil booger! ^___^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://pz.xanga.com/JBKiD/profile.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywho.. today was hella fucked up man.. i swear to god.. what happened was i was walkin around w/ noon (shes a great friend, a hella great friend) and since razor wanted to talk to me i went up to him but he didnt wanna talk to me and i got hella pissed cause fuckin kurt had to say shit that razor could have said you know and i was just like fuck it then whatever and like you know how i am.. when i get hella mad i start crying.. well i sorta was yeah crying you know and i was just like.. iunno.. but damn i was hella heated but whatever man.. fuck em.. i know i shouldnt be trippen offa lil shit.. but damn man.. kurt was hella pushin my buttons.. haha.. buttons..-_-.. anywho.. but yeah whatever..  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first block.. what happened first block.. had to shoot the rest of the video thingy for mc vays..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;second block.. fell asleep and woke up cause eric came back! he said he's been away because he has been living w/ his aunt in tracy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;third block.. kinda was feeling down but rafael made me feel hella more better about myself and i thank him for doing so and i helped him w/ his girl problems which is good right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fourth block.. nearly fell asleep.. and uh.. i forgot what i was doing oh yeah.. i was hearing mark talk about julie most the time but its okay.. i got ears to listen to what people gotta say and to mark, dont over do it w/ the girls cause i swear its getting on my nerves you seem to talk about her hella much just calm your nuts and wait a while when you finally go w/ her, tell me about her. o_o &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went home.. prolly gonna go to starbucks later on tonight w/ my sister and ryan hill n a bunch of her people.. and do homework there.. oh yeah and i found out one of her friends gotta stay for a couple of days or weeks because she got kicked out..-_-.. but yeah this is alot of typing imma end it here&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6488569-107940005169937012?l=beeban.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488569/posts/default/107940005169937012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488569/posts/default/107940005169937012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeban.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107940005169937012' title=''/><author><name>vivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11656078144723637801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6488569.post-107934160240117172</id><published>2004-03-15T01:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-15T01:09:57.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>kay this is how my three day week end went..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;friday:&lt;/strong&gt; dance was alright.. got to dance w/ the lovely people around me even though i got seperate from them a couple times..-_-.. i dont like dances.. honestly.. whats the point of having a dance if you cant... DANCE?.. ..people these days man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;saturday:&lt;/strong&gt; bummed alll day till 7 30... headed out to nathalie's mom's bakery shop because she was havin the dinner party there god damn man.. fuckin hoa man.. he gotta tell his friends to stop smokin in his car.. i swear i could smell the weed in his car like five miles away.. but yeah we headed out of her mom's shop and went to that one place near A street w/ panda express, jamba juice, cold stone, etc etc. and oh yeah! i saw tim, white tim.. he works at albertsons. he was lookin at me and i was lookin right at him and i was like.. the fuck?..o_O.. i didnt know..but anyways, and then nathalie's other group of "ghetto asian boys" who think they were shit, bailed on her because that guy was being a lil shit because his friends were around so we bounced on them and went to union landing.. and supposedly there was an after party but that after party was fuckin..bull shit cause.. everyone that she knew in the hotel were drunk and like.. the whole group who went w/ her all the way to newark to see whatsup w/ that party didnt even know those people there so basically there was no point in going to that. so me and nam headed out because that sorta killed the whole day for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sunday:&lt;/strong&gt; stayed home and was on the phone w/ razor while he installed his subs or fixing it. iuno whatever the hell..o_o.. and i was watching cool runnings remember!?.. the jamiacan bobsledding team thingy hella funny but afterwards got ready for the youth group and when we got there, they were heading out to seven eleven and clancy's ice cream parlor so i rode in the big blue jeep w/ anh de, huan, and ha. and then came back and we were talkin bout when we gonna go hiking n stuff but then everyone wanted to go swimming and we made nam feel all down n stuff.. but yeah.. SOLLY SOOOOO SOLLY! but yeah anywho. uh.. then we went to church and yeah whoo some dumb ass in front of us farted it was either hoa or hieu it was helllllla funny though but yeah its all good though..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my weekend was hella boring huh..o_o&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6488569-107934160240117172?l=beeban.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488569/posts/default/107934160240117172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488569/posts/default/107934160240117172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeban.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107934160240117172' title=''/><author><name>vivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11656078144723637801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6488569.post-107906418896042174</id><published>2004-03-11T20:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-11T20:06:19.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today was alright. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6488569-107906418896042174?l=beeban.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488569/posts/default/107906418896042174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488569/posts/default/107906418896042174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeban.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107906418896042174' title=''/><author><name>vivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11656078144723637801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6488569.post-107898280947856865</id><published>2004-03-10T21:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-10T21:29:58.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh yes! another one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Statistics:&lt;br /&gt;1. first name: Vivan&lt;br /&gt;2. middle name: none&lt;br /&gt;3. last name: Huynh&lt;br /&gt;4. nicknames: beeeeebannn!! and ten! and KRAFT!&lt;br /&gt;5. location: Hayward&lt;br /&gt;6. birthday: november 27&lt;br /&gt;7. chick or dick: well... i normally like to be called a girl..o_o..&lt;br /&gt;8. zodiac sign: saggitariaus&lt;br /&gt;9. siblings: 4 brothers and a sister&lt;br /&gt;10. pet(s): two dogs, two hamsters, two turtles, one beta fighting fish, and a bunch of dumb birds&lt;br /&gt;11. hair color: mixed colors w/ black, brown/red..o_O iunno its weird&lt;br /&gt;12. eye color: brown&lt;br /&gt;13. what hand do u write with: i write with a right hand&lt;br /&gt;14. glasses? Braces?: nah.. i dont need em.. i think..&gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;15. do u bite your nails: yes! im trying to stop! =*(&lt;br /&gt;16. do you stare off into space: hell yeah all the time&lt;br /&gt;17. do others think you're cute: i got a question for you, do YOU think others think you're cute?..o_o &lt;br /&gt;18. shoe size: seven.. around there.. possibly..o_o &lt;br /&gt;Relationships:&lt;br /&gt;19. do you have a boyfriend/girlfriend?: nope&lt;br /&gt;20. are you gay? Homosexual?: does it really matter?&lt;br /&gt;21. happy and gay?: im happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fashion stuff:&lt;br /&gt;22. where do you shop: places where they sell stuff..dumbass&lt;br /&gt;23. do you think your fashion is cool?:  ...cool?.. bah&lt;br /&gt;24. do you have any piercings?: none im solly..&lt;br /&gt;25. if not, what do you want pierced?: hm.. i want my lip pierced and redo my ears.&lt;br /&gt;26. do you have a tattoo?:  nahh.. im too cool for tattoos..=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The extra stuff:&lt;br /&gt;27. do you do drugs?: drugs?.. never&lt;br /&gt;28. do you drink?: sometimes&lt;br /&gt;29. consider yourself smart: ...silly goose..-_-&lt;br /&gt;30. what sports do you like: football! &lt;br /&gt;31. what are you most scared of: ...you&lt;br /&gt;32. if you could go anywhere, where would it be: i'd say... japan&lt;br /&gt;33. how often do you cut your toenails: when they dont seem right to me which is always..-_-&lt;br /&gt;34. what are you listening to rite now: kenna-vexed and glorious&lt;br /&gt;35. what time is it:  8:48 PM&lt;br /&gt;36. do you have your own phone line:  oh man i wish.&lt;br /&gt;37. what are the last 4 digits: uh.. 8573..ha! you wish i made that up&lt;br /&gt;38. what is in your purse right now: uh.. i dont normally carry a purse &lt;br /&gt;39. what shoes do you wear: dickies&lt;br /&gt;40. what clothes do you sleep in: sweats or pj pants..&lt;br /&gt;41. what kind of bed do you have:a bed that you dont have&lt;br /&gt;42. where do you want to get married: i dont know yet&lt;br /&gt;43. if you could change anything about yourself, what would it be: the fact that i cant make a decision.&lt;br /&gt;44. what do you really hate: ...coke..&gt;=| haha &lt;br /&gt;45. what are the prettiest names: uhm.. ayla and jay&lt;br /&gt;Favorites:&lt;br /&gt;46. color: any shade of green&lt;br /&gt;47. number: 8 &amp; 10&lt;br /&gt;48. song: norah jones-sunrise&lt;br /&gt;49. movie: passion of the christ i mean.. its great!&lt;br /&gt;50. candy: those huge ass jawbreakers&lt;br /&gt;51. clothes: anything comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;52. tv show: degrassi! *__* &lt;br /&gt;53. food: anything =]&lt;br /&gt;54. fast food: i dont know..o_O&lt;br /&gt;55. nail polish: i choose clear!&lt;br /&gt;56. sex: ...my favorite sex?..o_O&lt;br /&gt;57. class: i dont really know&lt;br /&gt;58. drink: ..PEPSI!&lt;br /&gt;59. animal: turtles! &lt;br /&gt;60. season: summer&lt;br /&gt;61. position: sleeping position?....well.. i sleep on my stomach&lt;br /&gt;62. lotion: sweet temptation from victoria secret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever: &lt;br /&gt;63. smoked: sure&lt;br /&gt;64. drank: sure&lt;br /&gt;65. got drunk: sure&lt;br /&gt;66. bungee jumped: i want to!&lt;br /&gt;67. went movie hopping: sure&lt;br /&gt;68. broke the law: smoking and drinking is considered breaking the law so i guess so..o_o&lt;br /&gt;69. ran from the cops: nope never.&lt;br /&gt;70. made yourself throw up: well i throw up when im sick.. and i had to cause it was already gonna come out.&lt;br /&gt;71. gone skinny dipping: yeap&lt;br /&gt;72. made yourself cry to get out of trouble: yes i done that so many times&lt;br /&gt;Word association:&lt;br /&gt;73. cow: ....milk.&lt;br /&gt;74. baboon: MEE!!!&lt;br /&gt;75. rubber: hehe..o_o. slippers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is worse:&lt;br /&gt;76. barfing on your date or date barfing on you: date barfing on me. &lt;br /&gt;77. having your appendix out or tonsils: tonsils..o_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your friends:&lt;br /&gt;78. coolest: casey &lt;br /&gt;79. weirdest: justin mcallister&lt;br /&gt;80. funniest: all of em&lt;br /&gt;81. smartest: ...all of them are smart...smarter than me!&lt;br /&gt;82. happiest: julie&lt;br /&gt;83. meanest: jose &gt;=|&lt;br /&gt;84. sexiest: oh man.. all of them turn me on..&lt;br /&gt;85. loudest: ..i think im the loudest..o_o&lt;br /&gt;86. quietest:hang&lt;br /&gt;87. laughs the most: i think i do..o_O no no JOANE does!&lt;br /&gt;88. go to for advice: mark man he's great either that or razor&lt;br /&gt;89. who knows all your secrets: mark mike and razor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you hear this name, you think of:&lt;br /&gt;90. steve: steve-o! from jack ass&lt;br /&gt;91. missy: sounds like someone from the 50's&lt;br /&gt;92. david: tran&lt;br /&gt;93. todd: a guy w/ curly brown hair&lt;br /&gt;94. james: and the giant peach&lt;br /&gt;95. Roxanne: the lady in moulin rouge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever:&lt;br /&gt;96. eaten an entire pack of KD: kd... &lt;br /&gt;97. caused a car accident: never&lt;br /&gt;98. seen the ocean: yes i took a shit there too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This or that:&lt;br /&gt;99. night or day: night&lt;br /&gt;100. sunrise or sunset: sunset&lt;br /&gt;101. chocolate chip or mint chip: mint chip&lt;br /&gt;102. ocean or lake: lake&lt;br /&gt;103. chocolate or vanilla: vanilla&lt;br /&gt;104. lion or tiger: lion&lt;br /&gt;105. love or lust: both i mean.. love has lust in it in a way. &lt;br /&gt;106. gold or silver: silver&lt;br /&gt;107. pencil or pen: pen&lt;br /&gt;108. skirt or jeans: both&lt;br /&gt;109. rose or tulip: tulip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the past 48 hours:&lt;br /&gt;110. cried: yeah i think so oh yeah i did&lt;br /&gt;111. bought something: oh yes food&lt;br /&gt;112. worn a skirt: yes! today to shoot for vid production&lt;br /&gt;113. gone for a walk: around the school&lt;br /&gt;114. gone for a drive: nah..-_-&lt;br /&gt;115. gone out for dinner: nah.. when was the last time i ever did..?&lt;br /&gt;116. taken a test: today&lt;br /&gt;117. talked to an ex: yeah diego&lt;br /&gt;118. missed an ex: yeah i always have been &lt;br /&gt;119. watched your favorite movie: naw uh&lt;br /&gt;120. missed someone: i miss taj! i wonder where he's at..o_o&lt;br /&gt;121. hugged someone: i hug everyone&lt;br /&gt;122. kissed someone: nope &lt;br /&gt;123. had a nightmare: nope&lt;br /&gt;124. fought with your parents: i dont know i forgot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling inside:&lt;br /&gt;125. what do you feel about the Quija board: cool!&lt;br /&gt;126. worse feeling in the world: losing someone over death&lt;br /&gt;127. best feeling in the world: to feel that someone i actually care feels the same about me w/o any problems&lt;br /&gt;128. are you for world peace: i wish but uh.. i dont think that'll ever happen &lt;br /&gt;129. are you a health freak: sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly:&lt;br /&gt;130. How long did this take you? an hour and ten minutes. whoa i thought that was quick though..o_o&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6488569-107898280947856865?l=beeban.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488569/posts/default/107898280947856865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488569/posts/default/107898280947856865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeban.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107898280947856865' title=''/><author><name>vivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11656078144723637801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6488569.post-107870132318990515</id><published>2004-03-07T15:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-07T15:18:27.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>fuck man.. this is bullshit.. i swear to god.. okay.. we plan things and then all of a sudden we cant do it. imma get an f in this class i swear to god.. and i should have done this all by myself.. i had to wake my ass up hella early and go to church so i can spend the whole day working on the project. but i guess i cant do that.. whatever man.. imma just tell my mom imma fail.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6488569-107870132318990515?l=beeban.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488569/posts/default/107870132318990515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488569/posts/default/107870132318990515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeban.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107870132318990515' title=''/><author><name>vivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11656078144723637801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6488569.post-107862895247024303</id><published>2004-03-06T19:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-06T19:12:16.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this week i have been helping out w/ the school by attending work night.. and uh.. oh yeah wednesday was so sad..-_-.. watched the passions of the christ.. i mean.. everyone probably did.. but man.. it was sick..o_o.. but yeah.. tomorrow im off to cristina's and why?.. oh because.. we got this cell project to finish because we havent started it since we're gonna be baking.. whoot whoot! but yeah.. time for me to go now.. toooodles!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6488569-107862895247024303?l=beeban.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488569/posts/default/107862895247024303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488569/posts/default/107862895247024303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeban.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107862895247024303' title=''/><author><name>vivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11656078144723637801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6488569.post-107828567022223456</id><published>2004-03-02T19:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-02T19:50:47.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i gotta fat ass headache..-_-.. maybe cause i was turning around in circles hella fast..o_o.. i need some sleep&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6488569-107828567022223456?l=beeban.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488569/posts/default/107828567022223456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488569/posts/default/107828567022223456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeban.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107828567022223456' title=''/><author><name>vivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11656078144723637801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6488569.post-107810849457501358</id><published>2004-02-29T18:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-29T18:37:49.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SO LETS GET A PARTY GOIN' LETS GET A PARTY GOIN! NOW ITS TIME TO PARTY!AND WE'LL PARTY HARD! PARTY HARD~!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6488569-107810849457501358?l=beeban.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488569/posts/default/107810849457501358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488569/posts/default/107810849457501358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeban.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107810849457501358' title=''/><author><name>vivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11656078144723637801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6488569.post-107799794508707971</id><published>2004-02-28T11:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-28T11:56:44.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sorry guys bout yesturday i was hella mad.. uhm.. well.. yeah i dont want his bitch ass no more so whatever.. so yeah.. i feel hella tired right now and i had hella sleep too.. damn im proud of myself for the past hella weeks i've always been stayin up n shit and now that i feel asleep early.. ^____^ great shit great shit. i fell asleep around.. 10 something and woke up at 11 45 but i gotta fat headache.. ack  -_- its all good though. well ... toodaloo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6488569-107799794508707971?l=beeban.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488569/posts/default/107799794508707971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488569/posts/default/107799794508707971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeban.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107799794508707971' title=''/><author><name>vivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11656078144723637801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6488569.post-107793794851680261</id><published>2004-02-27T19:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-27T19:15:21.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"fuck her doh. razor u can have vivan. hope she let you beat." honestly.. i got something to say to you mike.. for one.. you're a bitch for that one and i hella hate you, i really do. two, grow the fuck up honestly.. you're being immature because i went to the movies w/ him and you trippen offa that shit like im hanging out w/ him more.. i busted my ass to go see you and in the end i get in deep shit cause of you. aint nobody i know like you mike cause they think you're hella fucked up including me.. i dont give a fuck if you tell me you dont care no more cause i dont care either you're a bitch and i hate you. you can bitch at me all you want but i dont give a fuck what you say but the fact that you said that you hope that i let him beat hell nah mike.. fuck man.. quit bein  a cryin ass mother fucker and deal w/ it the right way cause all you're doin is shit talkin and your dumb ass thinks that shits gonna make you feel better but you know what?.. fuck you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6488569-107793794851680261?l=beeban.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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the lights off n stuff.. but yeah we were kinda yeah it was koo though cause i havent been hanging out w/ her for a long while so yeah its great&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6488569-107786446488037195?l=beeban.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488569/posts/default/107786446488037195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488569/posts/default/107786446488037195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeban.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107786446488037195' title=''/><author><name>vivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11656078144723637801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6488569.post-107757965229503177</id><published>2004-02-23T15:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-23T15:43:38.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today was alright kinda koo just a lil in class i was knocked out whoo!! it felt great though lunch time kicked it w/ razor while he was doin his homework and richard asked me to go across the street w/ him to get food so i went and uh.. richard got mad at me for callin him mike..=O anywho.. haha sorry richard! but yeah and then ahh sleepin again in class..=] its great but yeah came home n stuff and uhm.. i guess tomorrow imma go watch a movie w/ razor cause he wanna kick it wellllllllllll he finally got what he wants  so yeah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6488569-107757965229503177?l=beeban.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488569/posts/default/107757965229503177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488569/posts/default/107757965229503177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeban.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107757965229503177' title=''/><author><name>vivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11656078144723637801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6488569.post-107723534277533875</id><published>2004-02-19T16:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-19T16:05:04.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>whoo hoo! not alot of homework to do today.. ^_^ but yeah..=O&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>i love you guys so much&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6488569-107715943493281232?l=beeban.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488569/posts/default/107715943493281232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488569/posts/default/107715943493281232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeban.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107715943493281232' title=''/><author><name>vivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11656078144723637801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6488569.post-107696019080281773</id><published>2004-02-16T11:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-16T11:39:07.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im baccckk..-_- i miss blogging.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6488569-107696019080281773?l=beeban.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488569/posts/default/107696019080281773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488569/posts/default/107696019080281773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeban.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107696019080281773' 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