<?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-599111039275510099</id><updated>2011-09-02T05:24:28.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>From time to time ;</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dennyyco.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599111039275510099/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dennyyco.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599111039275510099/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>DennyCoHuynh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07783665030184261627</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>235</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-599111039275510099.post-845505930738202184</id><published>2010-12-05T23:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T23:11:31.284-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>New friends. Yeah, I do appreciate them.&lt;br /&gt;After a recent close friend had just departed and drifted from my side. There are two/three more that decides to fill the spaces. I appreciate it so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im stressing about my english project. Ugh, please Let me get through this. It would mean a great deal, with all the help I can get. Please, let me get it done in time. I wish. Please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/599111039275510099-845505930738202184?l=dennyyco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599111039275510099/posts/default/845505930738202184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599111039275510099/posts/default/845505930738202184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dennyyco.blogspot.com/2010/12/new-friends.html' title=''/><author><name>DennyCoHuynh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07783665030184261627</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-599111039275510099.post-6651152152685300044</id><published>2010-01-24T22:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T22:39:51.389-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>dhuynhc.tumblr.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/599111039275510099-6651152152685300044?l=dennyyco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599111039275510099/posts/default/6651152152685300044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599111039275510099/posts/default/6651152152685300044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dennyyco.blogspot.com/2010/01/dhuynhc.html' title=''/><author><name>DennyCoHuynh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07783665030184261627</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-599111039275510099.post-9086433266282228720</id><published>2010-01-18T10:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T10:14:37.492-08:00</updated><title type='text'>http://www.formspring.com/forms/?759782-Z1VeoWNRls</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/599111039275510099-9086433266282228720?l=dennyyco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599111039275510099/posts/default/9086433266282228720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599111039275510099/posts/default/9086433266282228720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dennyyco.blogspot.com/2010/01/httpwwwformspringcomforms759782.html' title='http://www.formspring.com/forms/?759782-Z1VeoWNRls'/><author><name>DennyCoHuynh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07783665030184261627</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-599111039275510099.post-7100187667292540680</id><published>2010-01-17T10:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T10:51:08.790-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Look, you're growing older each and everyday. And in those each and everyday, you're learning about yourself, your friends, your family, and about society itself. At a point, things will seem like everything is going wrong, and at another point, everything will seem as if it's perfect. Life as a freshman isn't easy. I understand, there are stress and pressures you have to deal with. School gets harder and sometimes, you just feel like giving up because of that one C, D, or even F. But then again, this part of life (high school) is when you will go through the biggest phase of your life. This part of life will change your whole life and it will determine what it will be like after high school and in college. You're stubborn at this point and of course, no one can tell you what to do because you won't listen. The only person who can have that affect is your girlfriend. The reason why your girlfriend has so much impact because the intimate bond you share with her, is something you can't share with anyone else like your friends or family. When times are rough, you turn to her for guidance, for comfort, which is why you feel as if she comes before everyone else. But I want you to know that your choice of having her coming before everyone else is erroneous and stupid. Family always comes first because they love you unconditionally. NO MATTER who you are, what you do, family will ALWAYS take you back and love you. Friends leave, girlfriends leave. It may seem so surreal that you and your girlfriend will be together for a long time, and that could be the case... but one day, you're going to feel heartbreak. Your heart is going to fall into pieces and what will you do then? Who will you turn to? If you lose all your friends, then you'll have no one, but you'll always have family because no matter what stupid decisions you've made in life, we're still here... loving you 110%. Of course, you will disagree with me, and still have Julie before everyone else, and that's fine because it's only in a matter of time when you will realize everything. Just don't let it be too late because at that point, you can't change anything, anymore. Friends will always be there. If they had the heart to confront you about you putting Julie before all your friends then they really care because why would you do such a thing? It's heartless of you to say that you would put a girl that won't be there forever over your friends who care for you and who wants the GOOD Denny Co back in their lives. I want you to grow up into a good man, into a man with moral and decency to choose good choices in life. But more or less, whatever you desire to do right now, follow your heart and do it because experiences are the teachers in your life. You can't learn if you haven't been through it. So, all in all, think twice before you do anything because it can affect everything and everybody. Just know that as bad as things can get, you will always have people that will love you and care for you. Always. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;i already replied .&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/599111039275510099-7100187667292540680?l=dennyyco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599111039275510099/posts/default/7100187667292540680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599111039275510099/posts/default/7100187667292540680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dennyyco.blogspot.com/2010/01/fs_17.html' title='FS'/><author><name>DennyCoHuynh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07783665030184261627</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-599111039275510099.post-3647680359682010514</id><published>2010-01-14T16:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T16:47:20.209-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i remember seeing you happy but why dont you look happy like you usually do now? you look down somehow i dont know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i suppose thats my 'natural' face, but idontknow, i tend to have a 'depressing' face when i think about things, even if things arent as depressing .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/599111039275510099-3647680359682010514?l=dennyyco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599111039275510099/posts/default/3647680359682010514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599111039275510099/posts/default/3647680359682010514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dennyyco.blogspot.com/2010/01/fs.html' title='FS'/><author><name>DennyCoHuynh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07783665030184261627</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-599111039275510099.post-4067940663824492709</id><published>2010-01-13T21:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T23:32:20.566-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;do you miss the way it used to be with the people you have been drifting away from?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;From my ki? Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i cant do anything about it. You see, im willing to give them another chance if the chance is willing to be asked. But im not implying anything, set &amp;amp; done .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like how my life is right now though, so smooth . . Nothing to worry about, My life's great. For the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/599111039275510099-4067940663824492709?l=dennyyco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599111039275510099/posts/default/4067940663824492709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599111039275510099/posts/default/4067940663824492709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dennyyco.blogspot.com/2010/01/do-you-miss-way-it-used-to-be-with.html' title=''/><author><name>DennyCoHuynh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07783665030184261627</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-599111039275510099.post-7313625146526476401</id><published>2010-01-12T18:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T18:41:03.900-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Formspring .</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Do you tend to put your girlfriend before EVERYONE, even your close friends? Because I notice that you have been putting her before your ALL friends. Is that why most of your close friends have drift away from you ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;I placed here in front of my bestfriends. I know that may sound stupid, but it is what it is. No doubt she's ahead of 'everyone' Because there were plenty times i chose her over family. Even though i got in pretty deep trouble in the past because of my decisions, i learned to not regret it because " i did it for a good cause " Yeah, i do realize i've been drifting away from friends. But i also realized im regaining some of them aswell. Even if i put her in front of everyone, that also means that my bestfriends (2) comes right after. &amp;amp; then after that, will be my close friends. In the past, i've picked even friends i barely even knew over her, and that made me thought that it didnt seem so good. But you see now.. I'd rather have 1 person who i can give everything too, then alot others who i have to share my 'friendship' with. I have 3 'closest' people in my life. &amp;amp; that's good enough for me. My bestfriends came to accept the fact that i DO, do that. What makes them my bestfriend is because they're the only ones that understands. I love people that makes  a huge impact on me. My bestfriend did, and of course even my girlfriend. I thank you for asking this question though, because it shows that you.. the one that asked this question, was my close friend, huh ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.formspring.com/forms/?759782-Z1VeoWNRls&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/599111039275510099-7313625146526476401?l=dennyyco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599111039275510099/posts/default/7313625146526476401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599111039275510099/posts/default/7313625146526476401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dennyyco.blogspot.com/2010/01/formspring.html' title='Formspring .'/><author><name>DennyCoHuynh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07783665030184261627</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-599111039275510099.post-5758713956918061338</id><published>2010-01-10T23:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T23:21:03.943-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"How come you dont blog about Alvin anymore?" - Alvin Truong</title><content type='html'>You were the one person who was there for me when i needed something. You were the person that i went through so much with. You were the person who would call me every night, because you loved talking to me (; You were the one that helped me through all of my problems. You were the one who helped me through my love problems, my problems involving school. Involving people. Involving life. Involving family, and even involving my girlfriend. You were the one that listened to me. You were the one that would do so much for me. You were the one that im proud to call bestfriendforever. You were the one that stood up and pointed out each flaw i had. You were the one that taught me about opening up, not being shy, and even honesty. You were the one that made a huge impact on my life. You were the one that had my best friendship ever. You were the one that would sit down and we would listen to old songs together. You were the one that made me realize. You were the one that showed me how to be a friend. You were the one that showed me how to push people away. You were the one that taught me how to chase people. You were the brother i never had. You were the friend i always had. You were the one that stuck by me through thick and thick. Every single thing we did was a major factor. So it isnt thick and thin. It's all thick :'D and thats why. Because you were the one that is still my bestfriend after all these times. You were the one that calls me and makes an effort in all of these friendship of yours. You were the one that 'created' my relationship. You were the one that helped me through it. You were the one that i can go to for anything. You were the one that no matter how far we drifted apart, in the end we we would still meet up and be the same. You were. You were. You were. &amp; guess what? You still are.&lt;br /&gt;I still have too much to say, but thank you for all you've done. Those were the two words we always said to each other. Everytime we do something for each other, we thank you each other. And a couple days later, the other person would do something to make up to that thankyou. Its an endless cycle between us. We're too strong. Youre my BestfriendForever. Remember, the last word. Because it's been  2+ years.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/599111039275510099-5758713956918061338?l=dennyyco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599111039275510099/posts/default/5758713956918061338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599111039275510099/posts/default/5758713956918061338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dennyyco.blogspot.com/2010/01/how-come-you-dont-blog-about-alvin.html' title='&quot;How come you dont blog about Alvin anymore?&quot; - Alvin Truong'/><author><name>DennyCoHuynh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07783665030184261627</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-599111039275510099.post-3222888656008196809</id><published>2010-01-08T17:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T21:56:34.641-08:00</updated><title type='text'>355</title><content type='html'>i hate my life as it is. Every single day, a problem, a situation, and all these dilemma's will come forth. Stress from school, drifting away from friends, and arguments with the greatest person in my life doesn't make it better. &amp;amp; then of course, there's this one word: family. Everyday no matter how big a situation is, what kills me the most is my family. To my dad, to my mom, to my favorite sister, to a little thing between me and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lannee&lt;/span&gt;, and even , and i was surprised myself, even these problems with my little sister &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;aswell&lt;/span&gt;. I'm not conceited, and my friend calls it 'self-confidence' so i do also. I think &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; a pretty good person. I do so much for other people, and it like it's never enough for them. I help people out. I give advice to my closest friends. I show that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; the best child to my parents. &amp;amp; i even fucking gave all my money to a homeless person. Because even though i may realize things a bit late, at least i still fucking realized it. Those that makes me realize things by helping me, i appreciate it &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt;. So when i realize something myself, that's something that should be considered. Something that's being said. I have such a big heart, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; such a good and nice person, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; strong mentally, and really &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ID&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ont&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;AF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;uck&lt;/span&gt;. Whatever happens, happens. Everything single day, something does, and that's why i have to get through it. i always do anyways. But i know when day i wont be able too. My life sucks currently, but when things get better, then &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;nothing's&lt;/span&gt; in my way. Because in the end, &lt;em&gt;" they're just obstacles ". &lt;/em&gt;Even though the things i do, and barely anyone shows any appreciation, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; use to it. I could care less anymore. It's like &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;everything's&lt;/span&gt; in a cycle, and it just keeps going. I just have to go through it all the time. People that's always going to be there for me, i appreciate so much, and that's why &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; willing to do so. But people that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt;, i said it before and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; say it again: I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;DONT&lt;/span&gt; GIVE A FUCK. Because i don't. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Nothing's&lt;/span&gt; going to tear me down. No one will break me apart. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; independent. I'm strong. I'm good. I'm nice. I'm a brother. I'm a friend. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; a cousin. I'm a child. &amp;amp; I'm a boyfriend. &amp;amp; those that doesn't think so, i could care any less. I'm stubborn, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;persistent. Accept me for who i am. And realize things you'd never would imagine before. Even though "&lt;em&gt;everyone may be different no matter how you look at it" &lt;/em&gt;Then i guess i'm just an individual. Because no one is. I'm denny. I'm denny co. I'm denny huynh. I have two names. I have two sides. i show who i really am to those that's close. Even though i'm 'nice' Im someone that you need to put up with too. Maybe no one ever does, because they just dont see it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;This blog's confusing. I'm done. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/599111039275510099-3222888656008196809?l=dennyyco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599111039275510099/posts/default/3222888656008196809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599111039275510099/posts/default/3222888656008196809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dennyyco.blogspot.com/2010/01/355.html' title='355'/><author><name>DennyCoHuynh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07783665030184261627</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-599111039275510099.post-3505118023660705324</id><published>2010-01-03T13:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T21:32:03.344-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>362&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/599111039275510099-3505118023660705324?l=dennyyco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599111039275510099/posts/default/3505118023660705324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599111039275510099/posts/default/3505118023660705324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dennyyco.blogspot.com/2010/01/363.html' title=''/><author><name>DennyCoHuynh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07783665030184261627</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-599111039275510099.post-1005647254695881751</id><published>2010-01-02T00:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T00:21:41.986-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Years Resolution;</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Only one:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stay with love for at least the  whole year.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/599111039275510099-1005647254695881751?l=dennyyco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599111039275510099/posts/default/1005647254695881751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599111039275510099/posts/default/1005647254695881751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dennyyco.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-years-resolution.html' title='New Years Resolution;'/><author><name>DennyCoHuynh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07783665030184261627</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-599111039275510099.post-471900210831654319</id><published>2009-12-30T15:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T15:58:05.794-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A COUPLE DAYS AGO. .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If im not good enough for my aunt, then im not good enough for anyone. It absolutely pisses me off, how i get yelled at every single day of break. I get yelled at by doing the wrong things, but even if i do the right things, i'll get yelled out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" it's 10 P.M. why arent you in bed yet? "&lt;br /&gt;" why are the lights on? my son is suppose to be sleeping right now, why do you make him stay up so late?"&lt;br /&gt;IT WAS ONLY 10 P.M. auntie. I take my nap and wake up at that time sometimes on schooldays -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so the next day, lights are off before 10, my cousins are sound asleep. she comes in at 10:04 checks if we're asleep, and leaves. I suppose that's good. Then around 10:15 i got a bit thirsty so i decided to go outside and get a cup of water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" WHY ARE YOU UP RIGHT NOW?"&lt;br /&gt;' i'm thirsty'&lt;br /&gt;" YOU SHOULD BE SLEEPING. GO BACK TO BED."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT THE FUCK. i cant do things? WHY ARE YOU MAKING ME DO ALL THIS. IT PISSES ME OFF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&amp;amp; then today.. the worst of em all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i decided to go bike around, despite the rain. i asked my "dad" - may i go around? he doesnt reply. so i left. I came back wet, as expected but it didnt matter to me, and i got yelled at by him like i never did before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Why would you go bike and get all wet? " " are you stupid?" " do you want to get sick?"&lt;br /&gt;" if you get sick, whos going to fucking take care of you" " do you want to die? "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i knew i was going to get yelled at, but never to the point where my dad wanted to hit me. never ever in my whole life. never where it scared me, and made me wanted to cry.. and i suppose this happend because my aunt just joined in to yell at me even more. If my aunt yells at me. Other adults will too. If adults yell at me. The nmy fucking aunt will too. Every single day, i prevent anyone from yelling. ANYONE. so i do the right things. But even so, i get yelled at. For the stupidest reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;theres too much for to say, im too tired from this. im sick of screaming and cussing out loud. Even if i get more yelled at by that. im sick of punching my damn things. im sick of it all. I thought family was suppose to be something you'll love forever. And it is. But there's exceptions. And my aunt's one of them. No doubt about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but in the end, i'm glad that i was all wet, because behind those raindrops were teardrops. and that meant they were hidden.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/599111039275510099-471900210831654319?l=dennyyco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599111039275510099/posts/default/471900210831654319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599111039275510099/posts/default/471900210831654319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dennyyco.blogspot.com/2009/12/couple-days-ago.html' title=''/><author><name>DennyCoHuynh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07783665030184261627</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-599111039275510099.post-4423467275618229706</id><published>2009-12-28T13:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T13:20:56.785-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Break is about spending time with family"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;You understand. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so to my aunt nam, i apologize for always leaving the house to go with my friends. I thought about it. And i realized there will be no way my break would even be fun if you werent here. You and your children of course. Because of you guys, i finally got to see steven again, for a consecutive 5 days. And today, he's coming back home. The minute i heard you guys the were coming over to california, i was so happy. So happy because i only see you guys every 3 years.. &amp;amp; this year, you came twice in a year. It showed me that you wanted to visit us really bad. it showed me that you guys care about our family so much. It costs about $1000+ to get over here no matter how, whether its driving 2 days here from texas by car. Or even airplane, with a family of 5 and the tickets because at $300 a piece. And when you guys are ACTUALLY over here, you spend an extra $1500, for us. From the food, the parties, the going out to different places. Whether its disneyland, knotts, the beach, BIGBEAR, or somewhre just FUN, it shows me that you guys actually actually like us.. Because i knew that the first night you guys were here, i told myself i was going to have the worst break ever. But thats going to change. You have less then one week here, and im going to make it the best of YOUR break. your family, of course. i know money cant be anything, and thats why you spend so much, but what made me open my eyes was that. . My family isnt rich at all. we dont spend money on anything. And guess what ? Your family is poorer than us. &amp;amp; that means something. i apologize, and now its time i become a nephew and especially a cousin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/599111039275510099-4423467275618229706?l=dennyyco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599111039275510099/posts/default/4423467275618229706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599111039275510099/posts/default/4423467275618229706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dennyyco.blogspot.com/2009/12/break-is-about-spending-time-with.html' title=''/><author><name>DennyCoHuynh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07783665030184261627</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-599111039275510099.post-1400312956104644951</id><published>2009-12-20T20:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T20:27:16.167-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sigh, i miss my girlfriend .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/599111039275510099-1400312956104644951?l=dennyyco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599111039275510099/posts/default/1400312956104644951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599111039275510099/posts/default/1400312956104644951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dennyyco.blogspot.com/2009/12/sigh-i-miss-my-girlfriend.html' title=''/><author><name>DennyCoHuynh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07783665030184261627</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-599111039275510099.post-3513745572023099437</id><published>2009-12-17T22:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T22:45:46.935-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>That was a fail.&lt;br /&gt;Te extraño;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/599111039275510099-3513745572023099437?l=dennyyco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599111039275510099/posts/default/3513745572023099437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599111039275510099/posts/default/3513745572023099437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dennyyco.blogspot.com/2009/12/that-was-fail.html' title=''/><author><name>DennyCoHuynh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07783665030184261627</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-599111039275510099.post-1168227166778710603</id><published>2009-12-13T23:52:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T23:52:53.155-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>@11:48P.M. &amp;amp; i hope you're okay &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/599111039275510099-1168227166778710603?l=dennyyco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599111039275510099/posts/default/1168227166778710603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599111039275510099/posts/default/1168227166778710603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dennyyco.blogspot.com/2009/12/1148p.html' title=''/><author><name>DennyCoHuynh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07783665030184261627</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-599111039275510099.post-235809317018159423</id><published>2009-12-13T13:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T23:46:51.364-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;No question, just a comment... You tend to lose friends easily and I'm beginning to see it now. Is it because you don't hold onto them and let then fade away slowly? Because that's what I fucking think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;I'm not going to deny that i lose friends easily. What i believe is that i tend to put other friends in front of others. That may be a problem, but i realized that it's not that I dont hold onto them. It's that they don't hold onto me. There'll be time where i make an effort in everything fucking thing i do. &amp;amp; what do i get back? Nothing. Nothing at all. You're thinking that im suppose to answer this "comment" in general, but how am i suppose to really give a specific reason and reply to? I didnt lose ALL my friends. &amp;amp; if anything. I gained some also. " You lose some, you gain some" So if i were to lose you, then i gained someone else. So maybe it's time you make an effort in this "friendship" Because people that makes the first move and shows me effort, That's something that catches my eyes. All my life, i got putted down upon because i didnt show effort. This doesnt have to relate to anything, but it was something else that i regretted all my life. So now, every fucking thing i do. I try. I show effort. &amp;amp; if it doesnt seem like im trying enough for you. Then maybe thats because i've already done so much. So now, once you tell me who you are, i'll say the mistakes YOU'VE done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/599111039275510099-235809317018159423?l=dennyyco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599111039275510099/posts/default/235809317018159423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599111039275510099/posts/default/235809317018159423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dennyyco.blogspot.com/2009/12/no-question-just-comment.html' title=''/><author><name>DennyCoHuynh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07783665030184261627</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-599111039275510099.post-5393008027590585617</id><published>2009-12-10T00:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T00:37:06.475-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yeah, it &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;was&lt;/span&gt; nice how you called me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/599111039275510099-5393008027590585617?l=dennyyco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599111039275510099/posts/default/5393008027590585617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599111039275510099/posts/default/5393008027590585617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dennyyco.blogspot.com/2009/12/yeah-it-was-nice-how-you-called-me.html' title=''/><author><name>DennyCoHuynh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07783665030184261627</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-599111039275510099.post-5556258237849338856</id><published>2009-12-09T23:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T23:56:18.726-08:00</updated><title type='text'>easypeasy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;whats your biggest regret?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;This year? 924.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;why is your myspace profile so emo.&lt;br /&gt;LOL - anime buddy (=                             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Because julie's name is on it (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/599111039275510099-5556258237849338856?l=dennyyco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599111039275510099/posts/default/5556258237849338856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599111039275510099/posts/default/5556258237849338856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dennyyco.blogspot.com/2009/12/easypeasy.html' title='easypeasy'/><author><name>DennyCoHuynh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07783665030184261627</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-599111039275510099.post-4936730726459115029</id><published>2009-12-09T23:52:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T23:54:26.038-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I said too much to you already for me to blog about this topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;" I have never yelled so much before " &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What brightened my day the most was that you actually remembered. I miss you PBVB, we need to catch up. But all in all, Feliz Ocho &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT: Oh, &amp;amp; boys. keeep your head ^ .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/599111039275510099-4936730726459115029?l=dennyyco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599111039275510099/posts/default/4936730726459115029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599111039275510099/posts/default/4936730726459115029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dennyyco.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-said-too-much-to-you-already-for-me.html' title=''/><author><name>DennyCoHuynh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07783665030184261627</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-599111039275510099.post-1907793245912335426</id><published>2009-12-08T23:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T23:02:43.124-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;" Let me sing you a love song&lt;br /&gt;About what I feel in my heart;&lt;br /&gt;Butterflies can't find nectar&lt;br /&gt;Whenever we're apart. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/599111039275510099-1907793245912335426?l=dennyyco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599111039275510099/posts/default/1907793245912335426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599111039275510099/posts/default/1907793245912335426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dennyyco.blogspot.com/2009/12/let-me-sing-you-love-song-about-what-i.html' title=''/><author><name>DennyCoHuynh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07783665030184261627</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-599111039275510099.post-5455534175308200620</id><published>2009-12-08T21:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T22:00:36.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Because i know i'm in it for the right reason&lt;/span&gt;. I said that to you. You heard it right? Because you need to know that it's true. Yeah, every one makes mistakes. And i already realized that i do too. So that's why &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i know right from wrong now&lt;/span&gt;. I know a mistake when i see one. I know a mistake when i come forth to one. i know a mistake in which i've done. So yes, i &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;am&lt;/span&gt; in it for a right reason. I'm in this because of us and many many more. And &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;is something i know that's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not &lt;/span&gt;a mistake.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/599111039275510099-5455534175308200620?l=dennyyco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599111039275510099/posts/default/5455534175308200620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599111039275510099/posts/default/5455534175308200620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dennyyco.blogspot.com/2009/12/because.html' title=''/><author><name>DennyCoHuynh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07783665030184261627</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-599111039275510099.post-6730906346536349018</id><published>2009-12-08T21:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T21:55:16.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;if you would be jealous of anyone who would be jealous of and why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If only i had formspring last year, lmao. Hm, i would be jealous of Fountain Valley Boy's Freshman Basketball team. &amp;amp; Why ? Well, it says it all right there; because i'm not in it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, your pretty cute. l am on my we.b.cam right now l have a link on my myspace =)&lt;br /&gt; - Kristy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hi. .  First off, i dont know a kristy. Second, you dont have to send it to my myspace either. Third, it seems you're not asain. Fourth, i think meeting people online is scary. &amp;amp; Fifth, yes i know i'm cute. LMFAO , im kidding(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Self confidence " RIGHT, ANIME BUDDY? ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/599111039275510099-6730906346536349018?l=dennyyco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599111039275510099/posts/default/6730906346536349018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599111039275510099/posts/default/6730906346536349018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dennyyco.blogspot.com/2009/12/if-you-would-be-jealous-of-anyone-who.html' title=''/><author><name>DennyCoHuynh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07783665030184261627</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-599111039275510099.post-8258746475685464204</id><published>2009-12-08T02:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T02:12:00.447-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>12: 30 A.M. One thing i love the most is going to bed. One thing i dislike is worrying and being scared. Because it's so rare. So what if these things were to combined? You're worried AND scared while you're going to bed. While you're about to sleep. but that's about to. That's about to. Because you're not going to get this out of your chest. You dont want anything bad to happen. But what if &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; happen. As confusing as it is, it is. As scary as it is, it is. You're worried, you are. Because all of this happens, because you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dont want&lt;/span&gt; anything bad to happen, you dont want &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;anything&lt;/span&gt; to happen. &amp;amp; that's why you're going to be up all fucking night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2:10 A.M. ; so i already told you the reason why.&lt;br /&gt; I'm holding on to the cow&amp;amp;penguin so tight. No need for your pillow. I have your scent.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/599111039275510099-8258746475685464204?l=dennyyco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599111039275510099/posts/default/8258746475685464204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599111039275510099/posts/default/8258746475685464204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dennyyco.blogspot.com/2009/12/12-30.html' title=''/><author><name>DennyCoHuynh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07783665030184261627</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-599111039275510099.post-6994808348149117688</id><published>2009-12-08T00:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T00:30:11.461-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>12:20 A.M. ; i guess we'll see .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12:23 A.M. ; i was hoping you heard what i said there - Thank You .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/599111039275510099-6994808348149117688?l=dennyyco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599111039275510099/posts/default/6994808348149117688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599111039275510099/posts/default/6994808348149117688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dennyyco.blogspot.com/2009/12/1220.html' title=''/><author><name>DennyCoHuynh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07783665030184261627</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-599111039275510099.post-2325478728869878587</id><published>2009-12-07T21:40:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T21:50:52.664-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It cheers me up just looking at it. Even though it's not that special. It helps me know i accomplished a task where many didn't but some did. I'm proud of myself at where i stand. I've manage many things, and i'm proud of it. &amp;amp; now, i tell myself, that i'm going to take it one step further. I'm not going to let a chance like this slide. I'm not going to let an opportunity like this slip by. It's time i show, the reason. Because the present doesn't have any problems right now. There &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;will&lt;/span&gt; be some in the future. There's ALWAYS something that's going to be wrong. &amp;amp; if it cant be fiixed &amp;amp; when it's to the point where it ticks me off. I'm going to imagine it, unleash it all, and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;spike&lt;/span&gt; it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ecs.fvhs.com/dsp.org_subpage.cfm?uid=205&amp;amp;id=3353"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;http://ecs.fvhs.com/dsp.org_subpage.cfm?uid=205&amp;amp;id=3353&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, who thought it was something else? ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/599111039275510099-2325478728869878587?l=dennyyco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599111039275510099/posts/default/2325478728869878587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599111039275510099/posts/default/2325478728869878587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dennyyco.blogspot.com/2009/12/it-cheers-me-up-just-looking-at-it.html' title=''/><author><name>DennyCoHuynh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07783665030184261627</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-599111039275510099.post-9168257482333469930</id><published>2009-12-07T21:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T21:40:15.851-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My family, has never pissed me off this bad before.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/599111039275510099-9168257482333469930?l=dennyyco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599111039275510099/posts/default/9168257482333469930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599111039275510099/posts/default/9168257482333469930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dennyyco.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-family-has-never-pissed-me-off-this.html' title=''/><author><name>DennyCoHuynh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07783665030184261627</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-599111039275510099.post-5430897818128073297</id><published>2009-12-07T21:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T21:39:53.400-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Why do you hate people that don't do anything to you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Currently, i actually don't 'hate' anyone. Hate is a strong word. &amp;amp; you only use it when needed. I was told that. Because there's a big difference between HATE and DISLIKE. I guess i'd say i DISLIKE some people, but that's because of their actions. But then, i realize that some people that do the same things that the people i dislike do, i don't mind it, &amp;amp; so i don't know. Because that makes me sound like a bad person, but maybe just maybe i am. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;what do you miss the most from your childhood? o:&lt;br /&gt;super random question but im curious lol                             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;i miss &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what if i told you i liked you?                            &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Say that to my face then i'll see (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;HAH, kidding. No, thank you. I'm with someone, and i cant ask for anyone else that's better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catherine is cool.&lt;br /&gt; :D                            &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;No you're not. WHERETHEHELL have you been ): stupid rabbit.. REMEMBER? :D we needa play OMGPOP &amp;amp; have those 5 in the morning conversations again. LOOL(:&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/599111039275510099-5430897818128073297?l=dennyyco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599111039275510099/posts/default/5430897818128073297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599111039275510099/posts/default/5430897818128073297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dennyyco.blogspot.com/2009/12/why-do-you-hate-people-that-dont-do.html' title=''/><author><name>DennyCoHuynh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07783665030184261627</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-599111039275510099.post-644054509535384497</id><published>2009-12-06T22:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T22:40:17.792-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A hundred and twenty-two days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A122DAYS!&lt;br /&gt;Happy 4 Months, and many more to come. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone&lt;/span&gt; knows that. But most importantly, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you and i&lt;/span&gt; know that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/599111039275510099-644054509535384497?l=dennyyco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599111039275510099/posts/default/644054509535384497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599111039275510099/posts/default/644054509535384497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dennyyco.blogspot.com/2009/12/hundred-and-twenty-two-days.html' title=''/><author><name>DennyCoHuynh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07783665030184261627</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-599111039275510099.post-366557827400240198</id><published>2009-12-05T23:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T01:06:41.785-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ignore the times;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOE&amp;amp;CO 4 !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hm, i haven't talked to my majesty in a bit. &amp;amp; i'll admit, i kinda miss our conversations ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/599111039275510099-366557827400240198?l=dennyyco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599111039275510099/posts/default/366557827400240198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599111039275510099/posts/default/366557827400240198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dennyyco.blogspot.com/2009/12/ignore-times-hoe-4-hm-i-havent-talked.html' title=''/><author><name>DennyCoHuynh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07783665030184261627</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-599111039275510099.post-2982183000481303364</id><published>2009-12-05T02:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T02:19:00.238-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>blah. denny needs some sleep&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/599111039275510099-2982183000481303364?l=dennyyco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599111039275510099/posts/default/2982183000481303364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599111039275510099/posts/default/2982183000481303364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dennyyco.blogspot.com/2009/12/blah.html' title=''/><author><name>DennyCoHuynh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07783665030184261627</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-599111039275510099.post-1577763917136899820</id><published>2009-12-04T23:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T23:54:44.389-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Because my internet's finally working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Feliz Nueve ABDC &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/599111039275510099-1577763917136899820?l=dennyyco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599111039275510099/posts/default/1577763917136899820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599111039275510099/posts/default/1577763917136899820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dennyyco.blogspot.com/2009/12/because-my-internets-finally-working.html' title=''/><author><name>DennyCoHuynh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07783665030184261627</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-599111039275510099.post-79486184640330422</id><published>2009-11-29T22:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T22:59:15.206-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back to public blogging, yeah?</title><content type='html'>Today marks the last day and night i sleep in this house of mines. The last shower i will take. The last dinner i will have. In this house, everything will be the last. GOOODNIGHT &amp;amp; GOODBYE 17561 apt b .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;soooooooooooo&lt;/span&gt; dramatic (;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/599111039275510099-79486184640330422?l=dennyyco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599111039275510099/posts/default/79486184640330422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599111039275510099/posts/default/79486184640330422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dennyyco.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-back-to-public-blogging-yeah.html' title='I&apos;m back to public blogging, yeah?'/><author><name>DennyCoHuynh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07783665030184261627</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-599111039275510099.post-8777207572484911457</id><published>2009-11-29T18:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T22:54:58.307-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Formsprings ?</title><content type='html'>It seems that this is what everyone's doing. But since i don't like typical things. . I'm going to make this a little "different" I'm going to select only one submission a day or good questions, and post it here. This just shows that i dont want my time wasted, and i'm sure you dont either. So, give me a good question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;NOVEMBER 29, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Has there been someone that's truly impacted your life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                                                    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, there has been. Even though you didn't ask who, i'm going to say so anyways , even though there's more than one; Annie Bui, Alvin Truong, JonathanNguyen(because he was there for me when there was no one), Bonnie Do (because she defined the words and was my closestest friend) and last but not least, Julie Nguyen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ don't ask why i have two reasons for two people, if youre really smart, you should know ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;why do you turn on peoples backs so much just to get information?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ere's the stupid answer ;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt; this was a flaw that i had with my all my life. But then as i went through it, i realize because of my wrong-doing it led to so many problems and situations that i felt that i needed to stop. And i did, but as i grew up, it came back, my flaws came back, and i had to admit , this one. Usually when i do this, it wasnt because for my benefits, but for others. Others wanted to know something, others asked me, and so i did. I'm not saying that i didnt do this for myself, because i do admit that there was a point in time where i did. All i'm saying is, I did this, because of who i was, it was a flaw i always had. And im sure many of you have flaws aswell, but thats what you need to accept. You need to accept people for their flaws, and put up with them anyways, It took me over 14 years to realize this, but the bad thing is that i didnt realize it soon enough. And that led to so many friendships going V "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;nd here's another answer. ( i like this one better )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;People have flaws for a reason. People do the things they do for a reason. Everything has a reason. Everything happens for a reason. EVERYONE has flaws. I have flaws, you have flaws. We have flaws. They have flaws. All of us have flaws. And as you grow up having friends, some of them will leave you because of these flaws. "Because of going behind people's backs" This will lead you to having many friendships, thats the good thing. But the bad thing, is those friendships collapsing in the end. It's not about what flaw you have. It's about who's willing to put up with those flaws. It' about who's willing to put up with other people's actions. It's about accepting people for those flaws. It's about accepting yourselves for those flaws. Because i have. And i know, that flaws don't go away , but in the end, you just have to see who's going to put up with your &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;pathetic self and &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;imperfect personality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/599111039275510099-8777207572484911457?l=dennyyco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599111039275510099/posts/default/8777207572484911457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599111039275510099/posts/default/8777207572484911457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dennyyco.blogspot.com/2009/11/formsprings.html' title='Formsprings ?'/><author><name>DennyCoHuynh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07783665030184261627</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-599111039275510099.post-1089854159012730311</id><published>2009-11-25T14:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T14:52:40.303-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Because blogger has led to so many problems and situations. It's time i say goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;For now, or for a while (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BLOG DEACTIVATED .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/599111039275510099-1089854159012730311?l=dennyyco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599111039275510099/posts/default/1089854159012730311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599111039275510099/posts/default/1089854159012730311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dennyyco.blogspot.com/2009/11/because-blogger-has-led-to-so-many.html' title=''/><author><name>DennyCoHuynh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07783665030184261627</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-599111039275510099.post-7933176356711679895</id><published>2009-11-23T19:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T22:02:53.615-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pisces: 11/22/09 - 11/29/09</title><content type='html'>Your thoughts and feelings about your love life are all over the map at the beginning of the week, but you of all people know that these things don't fit tidily within boundaries. Give yourself a break while it all gels a bit more. By Wednesday or Thursday, you've got a new idea regarding romance that's well worth a try. Worst-case scenario is you're back to square one, best case is you take one giant leap forward. Don't be so concerned with the consequences and just do it. If things are hazy this week, some serious honesty cuts right through it, in the best possible way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the sentence that hit me the hardest today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;: &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;dont fuck up like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Even if the topic wasn't related too . . that could mean a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:02 P.M. ; Thank you, even though there are still things left unsaid. I'll tell you them though. I will, and no one else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/599111039275510099-7933176356711679895?l=dennyyco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599111039275510099/posts/default/7933176356711679895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599111039275510099/posts/default/7933176356711679895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dennyyco.blogspot.com/2009/11/pisces-112209-112909.html' title='Pisces: 11/22/09 - 11/29/09'/><author><name>DennyCoHuynh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07783665030184261627</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-599111039275510099.post-774821660593708074</id><published>2009-11-22T22:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T22:20:35.812-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im sick of it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK BLOGS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/599111039275510099-774821660593708074?l=dennyyco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599111039275510099/posts/default/774821660593708074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599111039275510099/posts/default/774821660593708074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dennyyco.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-sick-of-it-all.html' title=''/><author><name>DennyCoHuynh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07783665030184261627</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-599111039275510099.post-1213909559066677017</id><published>2009-11-21T23:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T14:02:07.358-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Because i noticed what i did. And yes, i'm fucking pissed. Mad at myself, mad for the things i've done. and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;did not&lt;/span&gt; do. After talking to you today, ki. it struck me, and i realized what i must do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thought of it eminently excited me. Because i can't tell you these things over the phone like i said, i just dont like the idea of that. Because what's the point? All im going to do, is hear your voice. And that cant work for me. I need to see your face, your face espression, your body language. Not just your tone of voice, even though that alone tells me alot. I need to tell you in person. So im hoping you understand. It was awkward i must admit, but i thank &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;BIGBANG&lt;/span&gt; for that change. At least, maybe for now? Idontknow, but i told you to wait for me, becuse i really hope you do. 3 days, 72 hours. " Tuesday may change aswell " I'll prove it to you. I'm going to keep my word. As pathetic as it sounds. I know i've done wrong. But im willing to do right.&lt;br /&gt;i hope &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; take my word for that. It's time i step up. I've been waiting for this day, i really have. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Even though what i expected wasn't . . yeah.&lt;/span&gt; I know that i shouldn't have expected too much, and so i'm completely fine with that. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;" 4320 minutes "&lt;/span&gt;. Wait for me, because it &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;might &lt;/span&gt;be worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, i remember from talking to him and figured out myself, how i shouldnt expect too much; the statement is still in my head. - ' Either it's really good. Or really bad. All or nothing.'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/599111039275510099-1213909559066677017?l=dennyyco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599111039275510099/posts/default/1213909559066677017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599111039275510099/posts/default/1213909559066677017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dennyyco.blogspot.com/2009/11/because-i-noticed-what-i-did.html' title=''/><author><name>DennyCoHuynh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07783665030184261627</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-599111039275510099.post-6256017341586342185</id><published>2009-11-21T02:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T09:24:14.813-08:00</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/599111039275510099-6256017341586342185?l=dennyyco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599111039275510099/posts/default/6256017341586342185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599111039275510099/posts/default/6256017341586342185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dennyyco.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>DennyCoHuynh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07783665030184261627</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-599111039275510099.post-7804088762442494118</id><published>2009-11-20T21:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T21:40:27.536-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i plead my case, i stand correct.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/599111039275510099-7804088762442494118?l=dennyyco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599111039275510099/posts/default/7804088762442494118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599111039275510099/posts/default/7804088762442494118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dennyyco.blogspot.com/2009/11/independiente.html' title=''/><author><name>DennyCoHuynh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07783665030184261627</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-599111039275510099.post-8228437370143035407</id><published>2009-11-20T18:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T18:43:22.631-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my calendar &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;never&lt;/span&gt; fails me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/599111039275510099-8228437370143035407?l=dennyyco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599111039275510099/posts/default/8228437370143035407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599111039275510099/posts/default/8228437370143035407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dennyyco.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-calendar-never-fails-me.html' title=''/><author><name>DennyCoHuynh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07783665030184261627</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-599111039275510099.post-2481967265826967167</id><published>2009-11-19T22:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T22:44:33.858-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy4 M&amp;amp;M ; Majesty ! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/599111039275510099-2481967265826967167?l=dennyyco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599111039275510099/posts/default/2481967265826967167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599111039275510099/posts/default/2481967265826967167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dennyyco.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy4-m-majesty.html' title=''/><author><name>DennyCoHuynh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07783665030184261627</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-599111039275510099.post-6290920449121740980</id><published>2009-11-19T18:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T18:40:01.003-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh My God.&lt;br /&gt;The moon is so beautiful tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/599111039275510099-6290920449121740980?l=dennyyco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599111039275510099/posts/default/6290920449121740980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599111039275510099/posts/default/6290920449121740980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dennyyco.blogspot.com/2009/11/oh-my-god.html' title=''/><author><name>DennyCoHuynh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07783665030184261627</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-599111039275510099.post-3614016168445638957</id><published>2009-11-18T23:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T23:25:02.261-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Because i failed my job &amp;amp; role.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; i'm extremely disappointed in myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/599111039275510099-3614016168445638957?l=dennyyco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599111039275510099/posts/default/3614016168445638957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599111039275510099/posts/default/3614016168445638957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dennyyco.blogspot.com/2009/11/because-i-failed-my-job-role.html' title=''/><author><name>DennyCoHuynh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07783665030184261627</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-599111039275510099.post-6797477307402839223</id><published>2009-11-18T21:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T21:13:18.984-08:00</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/599111039275510099-6797477307402839223?l=dennyyco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599111039275510099/posts/default/6797477307402839223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599111039275510099/posts/default/6797477307402839223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dennyyco.blogspot.com/2009/11/because-your-boyfriend-made-volleyball.html' title=''/><author><name>DennyCoHuynh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07783665030184261627</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-599111039275510099.post-1782654813786438074</id><published>2009-11-18T16:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T16:53:30.274-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>But because that's the worst thing that happened to me today: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;AFTERSCHOOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;i'm done with this shit . &lt;^&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/599111039275510099-1782654813786438074?l=dennyyco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599111039275510099/posts/default/1782654813786438074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599111039275510099/posts/default/1782654813786438074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dennyyco.blogspot.com/2009/11/but-because-thats-worst-thing-that.html' title=''/><author><name>DennyCoHuynh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07783665030184261627</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-599111039275510099.post-8289052415735829694</id><published>2009-11-18T07:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T07:18:59.789-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Because that was the best dream, ever ^____________________________^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/599111039275510099-8289052415735829694?l=dennyyco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599111039275510099/posts/default/8289052415735829694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599111039275510099/posts/default/8289052415735829694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dennyyco.blogspot.com/2009/11/because-that-was-best-dream-ever.html' title=''/><author><name>DennyCoHuynh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07783665030184261627</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-599111039275510099.post-4143075891042085514</id><published>2009-11-17T17:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T18:08:52.867-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Because i'm so fucking disappointed in myself. To have the title of having the lowest grade in my class. &amp;amp; my recent test, ( chapter 4 test ) to get the lowest TEST score. To have the lowest grade. To be the lowest one. .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels like a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Compensation&lt;/span&gt; please .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; Volleyball results tomorrow. Maybe this will take part of the 'compensation' or whatever? Who knows, because i really dont mind if i didnt make it. Truth be told, i tried out because i really didnt want to go to geometry. And whoever read my first paragraph ^ should know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because how would it feel to walk through the doors, knowing you're the 'dumbest' one in there. &amp;amp; not as smart as everyone else?  To put your head down while you walk through. To have your head up as the bell ring to get out of that class. To be the first one &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;out&lt;/span&gt; of the class. .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That's&lt;/span&gt; emotional pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; Now, i need to find a motivation, and a stress reliever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT: Because no one's really there for me when i need something .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/599111039275510099-4143075891042085514?l=dennyyco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599111039275510099/posts/default/4143075891042085514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599111039275510099/posts/default/4143075891042085514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dennyyco.blogspot.com/2009/11/because-im-so-fucking-disappointed-in.html' title=''/><author><name>DennyCoHuynh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07783665030184261627</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-599111039275510099.post-1439646414551736693</id><published>2009-11-16T23:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T23:38:38.732-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>because really, i dont know why .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/599111039275510099-1439646414551736693?l=dennyyco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599111039275510099/posts/default/1439646414551736693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599111039275510099/posts/default/1439646414551736693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dennyyco.blogspot.com/2009/11/because-really-i-dont-know-why.html' title=''/><author><name>DennyCoHuynh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07783665030184261627</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-599111039275510099.post-3707376517245619382</id><published>2009-11-16T07:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T07:22:56.658-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>damn. . i didnt want to admit it. But it &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; scary.&lt;br /&gt;Fuck. I'm in too deep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/599111039275510099-3707376517245619382?l=dennyyco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599111039275510099/posts/default/3707376517245619382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599111039275510099/posts/default/3707376517245619382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dennyyco.blogspot.com/2009/11/damn.html' title=''/><author><name>DennyCoHuynh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07783665030184261627</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-599111039275510099.post-8553479274213261619</id><published>2009-11-14T11:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T11:54:32.242-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i think i may be sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because 12+ hours of sleep isn't good .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/599111039275510099-8553479274213261619?l=dennyyco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599111039275510099/posts/default/8553479274213261619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599111039275510099/posts/default/8553479274213261619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dennyyco.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-think-i-may-be-sick.html' title=''/><author><name>DennyCoHuynh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07783665030184261627</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-599111039275510099.post-3961424880453502977</id><published>2009-11-13T22:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T22:15:55.713-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It really is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Friday The 13th .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/599111039275510099-3961424880453502977?l=dennyyco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599111039275510099/posts/default/3961424880453502977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599111039275510099/posts/default/3961424880453502977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dennyyco.blogspot.com/2009/11/it-really-is-friday-13th.html' title=''/><author><name>DennyCoHuynh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07783665030184261627</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-599111039275510099.post-2221451988373721159</id><published>2009-11-13T22:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T22:15:26.124-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You need to know your role.&lt;br /&gt;No matter what.&lt;br /&gt;As a brother, friend, boyfriend, relative, sibling, neighbor, cousin, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and/or&lt;/span&gt; son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not in the mood right now. So, useless blogs today. Goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/599111039275510099-2221451988373721159?l=dennyyco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599111039275510099/posts/default/2221451988373721159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599111039275510099/posts/default/2221451988373721159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dennyyco.blogspot.com/2009/11/you-need-to-know-your-role.html' title=''/><author><name>DennyCoHuynh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07783665030184261627</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-599111039275510099.post-4843635421655106021</id><published>2009-11-13T22:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T22:07:46.387-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Because i dont feel too good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/599111039275510099-4843635421655106021?l=dennyyco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599111039275510099/posts/default/4843635421655106021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599111039275510099/posts/default/4843635421655106021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dennyyco.blogspot.com/2009/11/because-i-dont-feel-too-good.html' title=''/><author><name>DennyCoHuynh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07783665030184261627</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-599111039275510099.post-2269374381198095452</id><published>2009-11-11T02:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T01:59:19.377-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why ? Well ;</title><content type='html'>Because you admit that you're bitchy at times . Because you apologize to me when there really isnt a need to. Because you get mad at me without telling me why. Because you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tell&lt;/span&gt; me you're mad at me and it makes me think of what i've done. Because you caused me such pain. Because you cause me much happiness. Because you keep me up so late, because i cant sleep until youre out of my fucking mind. Because you realize things that people don't. Because you make someone like me think so hard with your actions. Because of what you do excites me. Because you're just so damn hard to figure out. Because of how you are, makes me open my eyes. Because how unique you are inspires me. Because how different you are, makes me speechless. Because you speak my mind.. Because everytime when something's wrong, we give reasons for it to not be. Because when something's wrong; we fix them. Because now, we have our own little thing. Because we dont have to be like others. Because we're committed. Because we're there for each other. Because we're reliable. Because you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;call &lt;/span&gt;me reliable. Because you are. Because we dont have to be perfect. Because you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;aren't &lt;/span&gt;perfect. Because i'm not. Because we're not. Because &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;really,&lt;/span&gt; i'm lucky to have you .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/599111039275510099-2269374381198095452?l=dennyyco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599111039275510099/posts/default/2269374381198095452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599111039275510099/posts/default/2269374381198095452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dennyyco.blogspot.com/2009/11/why-well.html' title='Why ? Well ;'/><author><name>DennyCoHuynh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07783665030184261627</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-599111039275510099.post-1924397700326379091</id><published>2009-11-07T22:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T22:22:38.980-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Matt Palmer - Come back to me ;</title><content type='html'>" woah, i didnt recognize you with your hair like that "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" you look better with your hair like that "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" your hair like that makes you look cute "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all these comments, everyday, everytime, my hairs down. &amp;amp; they're good comments ! So i think im done with spiking my hair up, no more intimidating loook. But there will be times ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, why am i talking about my hair ? lol D: im bored ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hm, my favorite cousin is sleeping over todaay; but i call him a brother, because we have almost the exact last name, and were so closee :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; i realized that this is good. Not every relationship you need to talk to your one ever hour, see them everyday. All those things that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;would be nice&lt;/span&gt; . Because sometimes people need space. And im not saying that i do. Im just saying that we do things that makes us &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; need it. Nothing's perfect. &amp;amp; im not planning for this relationship to be either. But that doesnt mean it has to be bad;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, time to shower and eat and stuff, do some weird constructions and hang with stevenco &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/599111039275510099-1924397700326379091?l=dennyyco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599111039275510099/posts/default/1924397700326379091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599111039275510099/posts/default/1924397700326379091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dennyyco.blogspot.com/2009/11/matt-palmer-come-back-to-me.html' title='Matt Palmer - Come back to me ;'/><author><name>DennyCoHuynh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07783665030184261627</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-599111039275510099.post-9030570053264080070</id><published>2009-11-06T22:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T22:47:15.289-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Three ; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/599111039275510099-9030570053264080070?l=dennyyco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599111039275510099/posts/default/9030570053264080070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599111039275510099/posts/default/9030570053264080070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dennyyco.blogspot.com/2009/11/three.html' title=''/><author><name>DennyCoHuynh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07783665030184261627</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-599111039275510099.post-276235231892450661</id><published>2009-11-05T19:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T21:51:15.815-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i deleted a post @ 8:05 p.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;" Im telling myself, that 'It's because of edison week' "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but last but not least, if you havent remember, Happy 3 months Ho&amp;amp;Co &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/599111039275510099-276235231892450661?l=dennyyco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599111039275510099/posts/default/276235231892450661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599111039275510099/posts/default/276235231892450661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dennyyco.blogspot.com/2009/11/dennyyco-im-s-o-fucking-pissed-right.html' title=''/><author><name>DennyCoHuynh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07783665030184261627</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-599111039275510099.post-3969852036674482202</id><published>2009-11-04T19:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T19:53:55.405-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp;amp; of course,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Happy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ocho&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Months&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Bestfriend &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/599111039275510099-3969852036674482202?l=dennyyco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599111039275510099/posts/default/3969852036674482202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599111039275510099/posts/default/3969852036674482202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dennyyco.blogspot.com/2009/11/of-course-happy-ocho-months-bestfriend.html' title=''/><author><name>DennyCoHuynh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07783665030184261627</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-599111039275510099.post-5099856534999654926</id><published>2009-11-04T19:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T19:51:59.527-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In the morning .</title><content type='html'>@ 8:33 A.M.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I trust you with all my heart. i believe every word you say. I'd do anything for you. You say, i simple make your days, but really, you make mines. Just thinking about you when i'm down, is what brings me up. EVEN IF, you're the reason for my depression. There's something about you. There's something i see in you that no one else really sees. You said to me once, " Idontknow what it is you see in me. . " &amp;amp; to be honest, It's something that cant be seen. &amp;amp; thats what i see in you. Your gift remember? The gift you had ever since 7th grade. . And let me tell you what. On this very day, you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;still&lt;/span&gt; have it in you. You dont push people away. People push you away. &amp;amp; like only a few people, i just happen to be the one you pulled? Because youre the one i did as well. Because im seriously not letting you go. You're the reason for me trying my best in everything. For me trying in classes. Even though i tell &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; to do your homework, or whatever that relates to school, it's because i'm just simply returning the favor. You make my days go a little easier, as long as i hear your voice. &amp;amp; that's what kills me. It kills me when we barely fucking talk. It kills me when i cant hear or listen to you, due to whatever the reason is. It does. &amp;amp; even though you have your reasons, and i dont really mind since they're good reasons. . I actually do. I actually &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;do&lt;/span&gt; mind. Because i've come to realize that if there's a day not talking to you, not seeing you. . That will be something that brings my days down. Because even if you said it to me. It's best if i say it to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I dont think anyone can  be better with me, than you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'NegativeBlogs' remember? Because even though i said all those things, from the very &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;first &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;sentence, to the very &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;last &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;it&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;WAS&lt;/span&gt; three days ago . ^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/599111039275510099-5099856534999654926?l=dennyyco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599111039275510099/posts/default/5099856534999654926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599111039275510099/posts/default/5099856534999654926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dennyyco.blogspot.com/2009/11/in-morning.html' title='In the morning .'/><author><name>DennyCoHuynh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07783665030184261627</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-599111039275510099.post-549042207610696818</id><published>2009-11-03T22:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T22:17:07.439-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>" It's not assuming, it's guessing " - FaTbOi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/599111039275510099-549042207610696818?l=dennyyco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599111039275510099/posts/default/549042207610696818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599111039275510099/posts/default/549042207610696818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dennyyco.blogspot.com/2009/11/its-not-assuming-its-guessing-fatboi.html' title=''/><author><name>DennyCoHuynh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07783665030184261627</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-599111039275510099.post-6059073170927616356</id><published>2009-11-03T18:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T19:06:56.849-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;" The thing about expectations is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that it leads to disappointments. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; so now, i wont expect anymore. i cant always get what i want, even though there are many things i envy . I cant be selfish. I cant always expect something from you. If you haven't noticed, and you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;probably&lt;/span&gt; had. I expect so much from you , it's not even funny. &amp;amp; yes, i do get disappointed in the end. So after today, i'm done doing that shit. I'm done with it. It's time i do something else. It's time i stop expecting. It's time i stop &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WarningSign .&lt;/span&gt; Did you figure it out yet? Because i reallyreally doubt you did .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you should know, that you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'should'&lt;/span&gt; as well . And no, it's not expecting .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pk&amp;amp;BB&amp;amp;KI , all day .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and happy birthday justin machO (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/599111039275510099-6059073170927616356?l=dennyyco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599111039275510099/posts/default/6059073170927616356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599111039275510099/posts/default/6059073170927616356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dennyyco.blogspot.com/2009/11/thing-about-expectations-is-that-it.html' title=''/><author><name>DennyCoHuynh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07783665030184261627</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-599111039275510099.post-880962833857392508</id><published>2009-11-03T07:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T07:29:51.694-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>LMAO. wow;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK YOU .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/599111039275510099-880962833857392508?l=dennyyco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599111039275510099/posts/default/880962833857392508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599111039275510099/posts/default/880962833857392508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dennyyco.blogspot.com/2009/11/lmao.html' title=''/><author><name>DennyCoHuynh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07783665030184261627</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-599111039275510099.post-881761359917138784</id><published>2009-11-02T21:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T22:35:33.189-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>" trust takes time. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That should mean how much i'm risking my&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;self&lt;/span&gt; for .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;" i know right, SHITT. youre so good with these things "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; damn . I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;AM&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;too&lt;/span&gt; good at this .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh &amp;amp; that wasn't a way&lt;br /&gt;to start out my day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/599111039275510099-881761359917138784?l=dennyyco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599111039275510099/posts/default/881761359917138784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599111039275510099/posts/default/881761359917138784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dennyyco.blogspot.com/2009/11/trust-takes-time.html' title=''/><author><name>DennyCoHuynh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07783665030184261627</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-599111039275510099.post-2174571707887134670</id><published>2009-11-02T15:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T20:48:31.690-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>omfg, i just posted something that was meant for my private, and barely just noticed it. i barely noticed i accidently posted it on here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, if anyone were to read &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; I'd probaly be fucking dead .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/599111039275510099-2174571707887134670?l=dennyyco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599111039275510099/posts/default/2174571707887134670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599111039275510099/posts/default/2174571707887134670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dennyyco.blogspot.com/2009/11/pk.html' title=''/><author><name>DennyCoHuynh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07783665030184261627</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-599111039275510099.post-1135291924676280584</id><published>2009-11-02T15:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T15:48:03.285-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>CAN YOU FUCKING STOP BRINGING HOME DRINKS THAT LOOKS LIKE STRAWBERRY OR FRUIT PUNCH OR WHATEVER . I HATE THINKING ITS THAT, AND DRINKING IT, WHEN ITS FUCKING ALCOHOL .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/599111039275510099-1135291924676280584?l=dennyyco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599111039275510099/posts/default/1135291924676280584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599111039275510099/posts/default/1135291924676280584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dennyyco.blogspot.com/2009/11/can-you-fucking-stop-bringing-home.html' title=''/><author><name>DennyCoHuynh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07783665030184261627</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-599111039275510099.post-456723180802240819</id><published>2009-11-01T23:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T07:30:33.913-08:00</updated><title type='text'>text post thing like i saaid</title><content type='html'>7:21 a.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Lee, i just wanted to say that the past, was the good times. &amp;amp; yeah i do miss them sometimes. You know, sometimes i text you and stuff, and it seems like you never reply. are you ignoring me, or something? but i didnt think so, becuz my phone sometimes has this thing,when it comes to text messages to you o_o . Last month i think it was when you told me about your amy problem, i was reallyreally surprised et happy at the same time that you did.  Because i then realize that you can still trust me.. Yesterday we had fun, huh? it was just like the old days. You werent annoying and a bitch anymore ^_^ but you were the lenam i met in bandclass in 7th grade .The trust we had in the past. Was like wow. i suppose it was one of the biggest trust kinda thing i had with someone. We told each other so much shit, and we trusted each other to not tell anyone. We usually have our ups and downs. and one of the biggest downfall was when you kicked me, jon, and johnny out of your house. I was really mad. I mean , i was always at your house. always. when you tell me to come over. i would. All the times i helped you, with everything.. i was there. So now,  when you kicked me out. Was all those times for nothing? Was i there for nothing ? Last month, also. i was outside your house,but you didnt come out. once again, i texted you, but i guess you didnt receive it. Maybe you were out? haha, and you know your birthday was our 6 months? LOL, of course no homo ! but yeah,i know this is a long text, but i just wanted you to know it all. Im glad were talking now though. I want you to know, and i want you to text,aim,call me WHENEVER you have aproblem. so it can be like the old times. the old days. you were my closEST friend. And im sure you can still get that title back , LEE  "&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/599111039275510099-456723180802240819?l=dennyyco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599111039275510099/posts/default/456723180802240819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599111039275510099/posts/default/456723180802240819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dennyyco.blogspot.com/2009/11/text-post-thing-like-i-saaid.html' title='text post thing like i saaid'/><author><name>DennyCoHuynh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07783665030184261627</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-599111039275510099.post-2427462630729829218</id><published>2009-11-01T16:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T16:12:36.319-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i was in a russh, i needa ediit. V&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/599111039275510099-2427462630729829218?l=dennyyco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599111039275510099/posts/default/2427462630729829218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599111039275510099/posts/default/2427462630729829218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dennyyco.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-was-in-russh-i-needa-ediit.html' title=''/><author><name>DennyCoHuynh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07783665030184261627</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-599111039275510099.post-6947515081666139756</id><published>2009-11-01T09:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T16:24:15.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'>wow ;</title><content type='html'>EDIT @ 4:05 P.M.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alrighty ; so .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, i said this in my private blog, so i realized i should say it here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" It was your birthday. And that means 6 months. "&lt;br /&gt;No homo, HAH, but i did have a dream about you, many times, before the 6 month occured. It must be a sign,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ki; i was talking to him, and the things he said made me open my eyes a bit wider.  &amp;amp; i just fucking remembered that one night, that one time. WHAT THE HELL Was i just there, for nothing ? I DONT GIVE A DAMN ANYMORE IF IT WAS A MONTH OR SO AGO, i just remembered that one night. That one time when i needed to tell you  . .  &amp;amp; i was about to let you know. because i think you deserved to. and i needed to tell you it was the 30th that was 5 monthhs.  let me tell you something. Do you know what TRUST means.  We're suppose to  have the biggest 'trust' of all.  and we did. back in the past. And now when i think back, i was like wtf. i dont even know what to say anymore, even though it was a while back, im still mad that you actually did that to us. Yes yes, it was just a little deal, but it meant alot if it was something that caused our friendship right? it seems like youre just one of those people . Just like everyone else.  but i dont blame you. youre young. still to young. &amp;amp; for us to leave you like that, it must be hard. Now, i realize something though. the things i said this week . &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;i take it all back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Yep. mhm. Private blogs are gay. i should stop blogging in it every damn hour. I take everything back i said in my private blog about you. im deleting it all. Because V&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the text i just sent you, read it. and understand. having 6 hours of sleep, next to you, and then waking up, seeing you leave and blogging about you is pretty lame. So i shouldnt have rushed it. i edited, and it seemed like i was way off. 9 page text to you. I'll post  it up here later to what i said to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Changes this whole conceeeept. No more rush. Take my time, nice and slow. steady. I wonder why i made it such a big deal. maybe becuz you were one of my closest friend, and like in the text i sent you. even if i gave up on you, ' im sure you can still have that title back ' . Right leegitament  ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are missing from there ^ . sister is yelling. i needa get off the laptop, the text post lateer .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/599111039275510099-6947515081666139756?l=dennyyco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599111039275510099/posts/default/6947515081666139756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599111039275510099/posts/default/6947515081666139756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dennyyco.blogspot.com/2009/11/wow.html' title='wow ;'/><author><name>DennyCoHuynh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07783665030184261627</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-599111039275510099.post-5107134705141033871</id><published>2009-10-29T19:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T20:39:15.959-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If you read everything down here V , then props .</title><content type='html'>okay, fuck geometry right now. idc if i have 8 pages of worksheets and some problems from the problems. I'm tired. I'm confused. I'm clueless. &amp;amp; i dont even get it. My days go by so smoothly, i always look forward for that 2:50 bell, but what i realized, is that ; that means i have to go through geometry. LAST. oh what fun. &lt;^&gt; Seems's like last year math all over again .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the choice between two schools. I tried to find the one that would be better. So i weighted, and balanced it out. LQ; a school where all my friends were/are. A school where i never even got 'drama' with from my friends. &amp;amp; them, who makes me feel &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;important.&lt;/span&gt; A school i planned to go since 4th grade. 5th grade. 6th grade. 7th grade. . THEN WTF happend in 8th? Oh yeah, i met my BFF. The person that was the most importantEST person to me at one point in my life. i weighted it. and guess what. YOU were more important than all of the things i even said about LQ. So what did i do? i told my mom on the day i was suppose to give her an answer " FOUNTAIN VALLEY " &amp;amp; boy, was she surprised . Later on, i got closer with my Bestfriend, and that made the more reasons &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;for&lt;/span&gt; me to go to FV. My bestfriend, is always there for me. No matter what the fuck happens. Yeah, we go through some really unusual and . . That reminds me. your note.. ------ Wow, i just finished reading it. You made me tear up. But they're tears of joy. . actually i dont know how i'd describe it. Just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;happy&lt;/span&gt; tears. Anyways. . yeah, My bestfriend, means most to me right now. Through the thick and thins. Actually no. The things me and my bestfriend went through, is ALL thick . You cant considered anything thin between us. So there. No one has helped me as much as you. &amp;amp; that's why right now. i'll say it ONCE again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankyou. For all you've done for me. For all the times you heard me complain and you just there listening . For all the times, i need something, and someone. For all the times i had problems. I came to you. Not all the time, but now. i know for a fact that whatever happens i will. I need you, and so i dont plan on moving schools hopefully. Because of you, and currently. . because of someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; The person that i would do anything for. First off, i read this paragraph over, and i noticed there's alot more things i need to say in this, but this is all for now. BUTTT ; You made me realize many things about myself. Not only that. But you brought out a happiness in me that i'd never felt before. but to be honest, you ALSO have brought the deepest, saddest, emotion i've felt aswell. Actions, tells you alot about yourself. Your actions in the past . . is possibly the reason we're here now. I dont know im saying all these things right now. But i feel it. Anyways, the things you do. Excites me . It's weird, but i find it amusing that you 'treat me bad' . Wanna know why ? Its because, if you treating me is bad, currently. &amp;amp; i'm PERFECTLY fine with my life right now. Then imagine, what'll happen when you finally " treat me good " ? Exactly, and that's what i'm going to look forward to. You usually dont try. You told me you would. &amp;amp; like you, i'd love it for a person to keep their word. . But all in all. I think its ME that should be thanking you. Not the other way around. 2 months and about 3 weeks so far, &amp;amp; i believe we're going strong. Even though there's just those small little stupid things , that we blame each other for, that can cause something. Just . . remember, because i am too. We shouldnt let such little things. Cause and break something so big . &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont think im done yet. . SO back to you, BFF, alvin truong . You told me you dont read blogs anymore. but im somewhat hoping and NOT hoping you read this paragraph . Because i hereby annouce that this paragraph here, is only only for you. ; ; We were arguing yesterday, we were yelling out the mistakes we did. The flaws we have. I was rude, disobedient, disrespectful, and straight out a jerk at lunch yesterday. Y&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;eah, i admit it. &lt;/span&gt;But right now, i'm not asking for an acceptance to my apology. Actually, im not apologizing at all. And you shouldnt eithier. But there was somehtin you said yesterday that struck me . &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;" I got you, her "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; . And right now, those words replay in my head. Because now i realize that you did 'get' me the person that is my second most importantest person in my ife right now . Why do you think i always said thankyou to you ? After 869, those thankyou's was because of that. Thats the only reason i said thankyou after that date. The thankyou's i said before that ? Was because .  . you were always there for me. But mostly, because youre my BestFriendForever. I neevr told you the reason why, and you told me i shouldve. and so now im listening to you. And there it is ^ . After the things that happen. Me and you both know that posssibly, things from here on out wont be so easy to get back huh ? I'm not asking you to become my BFF again. I'm not asking for anything . All im asking, is if one day i come to you for something really important, i hope you'd help me. because I KNOW. i can rely on you. But i know you have your reasons, if you wont . Because i dont do that to you. ALmost a month ago. i told myself and her . " In every relationship, the boy has to do his part. the girl has to do hers. " i told her that she needs to do hers. And she did . kinda (: but anyways, I will rephrase that and make it direct towards us. " In every FRIENDSHIP, both individuals must do their part. " i think this is better. And now, let me tell you something. the friendship we had. almost a year now. actualy more than that. Because i remember you telling me what happend to your birthday a year ago . . Anyways, Guess what ? in response to that quote. i admit. You did yours. You did alot. You did so much. You did so much, that some of that 50/50 percent we're suppose to share, went over to mines. If that made sense. But yeah i also admit. That i didnt do mines. &amp;amp; i realize, maybe i shouldve tried a litle bit harder . But now, i'll actually say it. But im sorry. Not because of that ^ but because of.. letting this friendship fall, and corrupt .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There . To end this paragraph for you, i want to tell you something else. " I remember, how we always use to talk about colors. . Not only for people . . but for other things, like shoes and clothes. " HAH; red, black, and white, makes a good combo huh? &amp;amp; so that's what i did. Even though i added green, my favorite color to it.  . I made a bracelet for MYSELF, to wear, to know that no matter what happens. even if things wont be the same as they were, i'll wear this bracelet wherever i go. Because of ; those &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;thankyou's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt; &lt;3&lt;/span&gt; i said to you. and because of you, personally .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An hour later . . back to geometry, im too busy . but&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IN CONCLUSION ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;The ThankYou's .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thankyou all, once again .&lt;br /&gt;First, the most thankyous. . to you Bestfriend, Annie Bui . &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;Than you, BFF . . Even though i shouldnt be calling you that.&lt;br /&gt;And lastly, you . JulieThuyNguyen &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/599111039275510099-5107134705141033871?l=dennyyco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599111039275510099/posts/default/5107134705141033871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599111039275510099/posts/default/5107134705141033871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dennyyco.blogspot.com/2009/10/if-you-read-everything-down-here-v-then.html' title='If you read everything down here V , then props .'/><author><name>DennyCoHuynh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07783665030184261627</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-599111039275510099.post-6072582116744081502</id><published>2009-10-28T23:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T23:57:53.285-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;yay; i just learned something ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;muy importante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" its a fml kinda thing " (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/599111039275510099-6072582116744081502?l=dennyyco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599111039275510099/posts/default/6072582116744081502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599111039275510099/posts/default/6072582116744081502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dennyyco.blogspot.com/2009/10/yay-i-just-learned-something-muy.html' title=''/><author><name>DennyCoHuynh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07783665030184261627</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-599111039275510099.post-1785428946085712666</id><published>2009-10-28T19:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T19:43:54.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;HAH; I'm not &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; ' blind ' , thank you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;very&lt;/span&gt; much .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;But all of that just seems so far away from me,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had to wake up, face reality "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/599111039275510099-1785428946085712666?l=dennyyco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599111039275510099/posts/default/1785428946085712666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599111039275510099/posts/default/1785428946085712666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dennyyco.blogspot.com/2009/10/hah-im-not-that-blind-thank-you-very.html' title=''/><author><name>DennyCoHuynh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07783665030184261627</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-599111039275510099.post-1693303453347273909</id><published>2009-10-27T18:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T18:55:14.975-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;" Who's to say that my light is better than your darkness? "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/599111039275510099-1693303453347273909?l=dennyyco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599111039275510099/posts/default/1693303453347273909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599111039275510099/posts/default/1693303453347273909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dennyyco.blogspot.com/2009/10/whos-to-say-that-my-light-is-better.html' title=''/><author><name>DennyCoHuynh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07783665030184261627</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-599111039275510099.post-8171046964829345614</id><published>2009-10-27T18:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T18:55:33.855-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;@ 6:06 P.M. - Sitting here, looking up. The sky cant get any nicer than this. But the weather can. Even though staying back for a good reason, i realized my health can be affected. " You might've caught a cold " Uhm, no really?! But i doubt i did, or at least hoping . But just stand outside and feel the weather. . it's cold. It's almost raining. . The black clouds are coming in, the flags are moving so ferociously. The leaves and branches on the trees moves and sways back and forth so strongly. The wind, hits me so hard that i, even had to try to maintain my balance.  The leaves, dragging through the ground are going like 20 MPH. The night lights came out. The students are leaving. &amp;amp; what's left in the end? Me. Sitting. Alone ;  Like i've always been.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/599111039275510099-8171046964829345614?l=dennyyco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599111039275510099/posts/default/8171046964829345614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599111039275510099/posts/default/8171046964829345614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dennyyco.blogspot.com/2009/10/606-p.html' title=''/><author><name>DennyCoHuynh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07783665030184261627</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-599111039275510099.post-5738777006462400934</id><published>2009-10-27T00:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T07:19:08.157-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You don't know how much you mean to me now. Bestfriend;  i thank you once again. Not because of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this &lt;/span&gt;specifically. But, because i know that after everything, you're still here, by my side whether i'm right or wrong.Another thing is how you know me so well, and that's what i'd expect from my bestfriend, from A bestfriend. I know this may sound a bit corny, or cheesy or whatever. But our bond is u n b r e a k a b l e . Remember. . 4 years. &amp;amp; if i have to be honest, if someone were to ask me on this very day , " If you can have a friendship with someone for the next 4 years, or until highschool ends, who would you pick ? " I'd really say you. Despite the close people i have in my life now.  I look up to you now. &amp;amp; now i'll put you after alot of people. Possibly, even my family .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/599111039275510099-5738777006462400934?l=dennyyco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599111039275510099/posts/default/5738777006462400934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599111039275510099/posts/default/5738777006462400934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dennyyco.blogspot.com/2009/10/you-dont-know-how-much-you-mean-to-me.html' title=''/><author><name>DennyCoHuynh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07783665030184261627</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-599111039275510099.post-7397558049603806476</id><published>2009-10-25T19:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T19:48:58.265-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've been reading most of the day, and something just caught my eye .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;" A cloud of smoke was hanging in front of my eyes,&lt;br /&gt;and with one breath you blew it away "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/599111039275510099-7397558049603806476?l=dennyyco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599111039275510099/posts/default/7397558049603806476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599111039275510099/posts/default/7397558049603806476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dennyyco.blogspot.com/2009/10/ive-been-reading-like-most-of-day-and.html' title=''/><author><name>DennyCoHuynh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07783665030184261627</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-599111039275510099.post-1767673087031430300</id><published>2009-10-24T00:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T13:44:23.247-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When you told me, a sudden impact just hit me. A jolt, in my body. A numb feeling from head to toe, took over. Things aren't talked over yet, but they &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;will&lt;/span&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It isnt &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;time&lt;/span&gt; to go yet, it isnt. I just know it. Because time was what i always talked about. &amp;amp; i always relied on that. &amp;amp; it usually works. it actually does. &amp;amp; if i ALWAYS relied on that. And this time, when i know something that has to do with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;time,&lt;/span&gt; then it must be right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After talking to you, i realized many things. From missing how things were , to missing how &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;me and him &lt;/span&gt;were. you tell me things that make think so hard. I've been told that i usually look ahead 3 steps. In everything i do, and everything i say. When i tell you something, those 3 things im ready to answer to your reply, fails me. Because the things you say, counters that. idontknow why, but it is what it is. But,   In the end i also realized, that i would love it. . if you stay by me for these next couple years. Because there aren't many things i want. There aren't many things i need. But there is one thing or actually one person , and that's you; Bestfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for you, i think tomorrow, will be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;intersante,&lt;/span&gt; but i'll see .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey BB, how many times did i say FML today ?HAHA,  I'll say it again;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;FUCK MY LIFE .  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/599111039275510099-1767673087031430300?l=dennyyco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599111039275510099/posts/default/1767673087031430300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599111039275510099/posts/default/1767673087031430300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dennyyco.blogspot.com/2009/10/when-you-told-me-sudden-impact-just-hit.html' title=''/><author><name>DennyCoHuynh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07783665030184261627</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-599111039275510099.post-3774674118745182943</id><published>2009-10-22T21:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T22:23:11.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's rare, but i'm sore. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Really&lt;/span&gt; sore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/599111039275510099-3774674118745182943?l=dennyyco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599111039275510099/posts/default/3774674118745182943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599111039275510099/posts/default/3774674118745182943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dennyyco.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-rare-but-im-sore.html' title=''/><author><name>DennyCoHuynh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07783665030184261627</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-599111039275510099.post-5747398547093976280</id><published>2009-10-21T19:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T19:37:33.768-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Even with a simple note, i have never smiled after reading such words. Like i said to you before. . Your ways to say things with your words is truly, indescribable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I showed you the note today, not what was written but who i received it from. Before reading it, you asked me why i was already smiling. After reading it. You asked me why didn't i stop smiling. I read it countless times today. Every class. Everytime i got a chance to sit down. Even when i'm at someones house. Even when im on a damn bike. I finally found something i can look at AND read to cheer me up. Because this doesnt get boring. Hah; that means something. &amp;amp; so , i hereby say that today marks the first day i literally smiled &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;laughed after reading a note. Especially when it's from you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;" It's a good thing. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/599111039275510099-5747398547093976280?l=dennyyco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599111039275510099/posts/default/5747398547093976280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599111039275510099/posts/default/5747398547093976280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dennyyco.blogspot.com/2009/10/even-with-simple-note-i-have-never_21.html' title=''/><author><name>DennyCoHuynh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07783665030184261627</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-599111039275510099.post-349947077767992186</id><published>2009-10-20T23:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T23:35:18.649-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;even though i was planning to sleep early, i wanted to blog, and i hate how my sister just lags when she uses my laptop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You entered my life, made a huge impact, and now, you're drifting away. Leaving me with nothing else, no more shoulders to lean on. No more ears to listen to. &amp;amp; seriously no more hands to hold. . to pull me up like you always do when i'm down. You made me realize countless things, but there's one that stands out after everything that has happend; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You made me how to take care of myself, how to go to other people, and how to go through life on my own,  without you. . . there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/599111039275510099-349947077767992186?l=dennyyco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599111039275510099/posts/default/349947077767992186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599111039275510099/posts/default/349947077767992186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dennyyco.blogspot.com/2009/10/even-though-i-was-planning-to-sleep.html' title=''/><author><name>DennyCoHuynh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07783665030184261627</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-599111039275510099.post-8529665753386123428</id><published>2009-10-19T21:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T23:30:00.978-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let me tell you a little something ,</title><content type='html'>Even though you are the head of this. That doesn't mean you can tell me what to do, and expect me to listen to you. Live your life, and i'll live mine. Got it? Get it? GOOD . &lt;^&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what ? Let me tell &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; something. To be honest. to be really really honest. From the start, i didn't approve any of that at all  . Not one bit. So if i said i did, then i apologize,  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pero &lt;/span&gt;i lied .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're in October now arent we? October two thousand and nine. A couple months back, if i were to see that, i'd be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;overjoyed&lt;/span&gt;. I'd be the happiest person at that moment. I'm not saying i am, im just saying . . But no, like i said, you've taught me multiple things. &amp;amp; today you brought a flaw out inside of me that i totally forgot of. So i thank you. But, you've taught me well. My flaw. Even though you taught me something i'd never forget, it's like a law. It's like a rule. But rules are meant to be broken arent they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hah;&lt;br /&gt;just like promises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;To be continued ; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/599111039275510099-8529665753386123428?l=dennyyco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599111039275510099/posts/default/8529665753386123428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599111039275510099/posts/default/8529665753386123428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dennyyco.blogspot.com/2009/10/let-me-tell-you-little-something.html' title='Let me tell you a little something ,'/><author><name>DennyCoHuynh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07783665030184261627</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-599111039275510099.post-6827631113373183618</id><published>2009-10-18T22:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T22:21:33.577-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i was just looking through my old songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; since i was a fob ; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;One Life One Love - MC epikz &amp;amp; MC Ryuu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vietnameeseee, fosho' (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/599111039275510099-6827631113373183618?l=dennyyco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599111039275510099/posts/default/6827631113373183618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599111039275510099/posts/default/6827631113373183618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dennyyco.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-was-just-looking-through-my-old-songs.html' title=''/><author><name>DennyCoHuynh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07783665030184261627</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-599111039275510099.post-8878049648008429492</id><published>2009-10-18T21:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T21:39:58.331-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;" thats impossible, i cant imagine someone like you like that "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems like there's alooottt of things many people dont know.&lt;br /&gt;Dont know what im capable of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;^&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/599111039275510099-8878049648008429492?l=dennyyco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599111039275510099/posts/default/8878049648008429492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599111039275510099/posts/default/8878049648008429492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dennyyco.blogspot.com/2009/10/thats-impossible-i-cant-imagine-someone.html' title=''/><author><name>DennyCoHuynh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07783665030184261627</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-599111039275510099.post-5052152499792995855</id><published>2009-10-18T09:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T10:26:43.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's scary. It's creepy.&lt;/span&gt; You told me that. But, but, you want to know what's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; scary? What's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; creepy? Its how your always somewhat there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever i &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;think&lt;/span&gt; of, all the&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;thoughts&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;i have. The things in my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;To the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dreams &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;i dream of. To the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;nightmares&lt;/span&gt; i get. You're in each and every single one. Waking up in the middle of night everyday, i tend to look for you. But i know you're not there. So i grab your pillow. &amp;amp; hug it, until my body turns numb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every night, you're in my nightmares, and in my dreams.&lt;br /&gt;Whenever thinking of you, there's never a screen.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing blocks me, to what i do.&lt;br /&gt;As long as i get what i want, as long as i have you.&lt;br /&gt;The presence you have when you're around me, its unexplainable.&lt;br /&gt;The feelings i receive, is truly remarkable.&lt;br /&gt;From the pain you make me have. To the happiness i get.&lt;br /&gt;The day i asked you to be my girlfriend, i will &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;never &lt;/span&gt;regret.&lt;br /&gt;There's no rush in our relationship, no need to hurry.&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting used to the pain, so you dont need to worry.&lt;br /&gt;We can take it slow if you want, no more rash &amp;amp; stupid decisions.&lt;br /&gt;Because , honestly, and seriously, i dont want another &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;heartbreak collison.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowing that i have you, is what keeps me sane.&lt;br /&gt;You got this attachment on me, i cannot explain.&lt;br /&gt;Im sure no one else does, of what i see inside of you.&lt;br /&gt;But im not going to tell you at all, even though you tell me to.&lt;br /&gt;From the harm and abuse, and the insults i receive.&lt;br /&gt;I could really care less,  because that's how you 'show your affection towards me. '&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/599111039275510099-5052152499792995855?l=dennyyco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599111039275510099/posts/default/5052152499792995855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599111039275510099/posts/default/5052152499792995855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dennyyco.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-scary.html' title=''/><author><name>DennyCoHuynh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07783665030184261627</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-599111039275510099.post-6232007058698261992</id><published>2009-10-17T21:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T21:53:52.001-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0px 5px 4px -5px; padding: 0px 5px;" id="134"&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px 5px 4px -5px; padding: 0px 5px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(215, 51, 6);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;dennyyco&lt;/b&gt;&lt;aim:timestamp style="display: inline; font-size: 11px;"&gt; (9:51:01 PM)&lt;/aim:timestamp&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;keep your head ^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px 5px 4px -5px; padding: 0px 5px;" id="135"&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px 5px 4px -5px; padding: 0px 5px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(15, 5, 149);"&gt;&lt;aim:timestamp style="display: inline; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;/aim:timestamp&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;nah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px 5px 4px -5px; padding: 0px 5px;" id="136"&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px 5px 4px -5px; padding: 0px 5px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(15, 5, 149);"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;ima keep my head v&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;youre stubborn, as always. But i cant blame you for how you feel. You have your reasons, i guess, good reasons aswell. Take a stand. Make a move. thats what i told you to do. but you told me &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;she&lt;/span&gt; should.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/599111039275510099-6232007058698261992?l=dennyyco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599111039275510099/posts/default/6232007058698261992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599111039275510099/posts/default/6232007058698261992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dennyyco.blogspot.com/2009/10/dennyyco-95101-pm-keep-your-head-nah.html' title=''/><author><name>DennyCoHuynh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07783665030184261627</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-599111039275510099.post-2524371967988048843</id><published>2009-10-15T22:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T22:50:41.574-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;" It ain't a joke when i say you're the one i love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; or when i look at your face i cant get enough. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/599111039275510099-2524371967988048843?l=dennyyco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599111039275510099/posts/default/2524371967988048843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599111039275510099/posts/default/2524371967988048843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dennyyco.blogspot.com/2009/10/it-aint-joke-when-i-say-youre-one-i.html' title=''/><author><name>DennyCoHuynh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07783665030184261627</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-599111039275510099.post-3910051249760537695</id><published>2009-10-15T05:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T06:18:03.878-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>fuckmylife and their nightmares.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/599111039275510099-3910051249760537695?l=dennyyco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599111039275510099/posts/default/3910051249760537695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599111039275510099/posts/default/3910051249760537695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dennyyco.blogspot.com/2009/10/fuckmylife-and-their-nightmares.html' title=''/><author><name>DennyCoHuynh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07783665030184261627</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-599111039275510099.post-1692914492351686243</id><published>2009-10-15T00:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T00:21:17.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hehe , im looking forward to go sleep in my bed tonight ^__________^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/599111039275510099-1692914492351686243?l=dennyyco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599111039275510099/posts/default/1692914492351686243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599111039275510099/posts/default/1692914492351686243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dennyyco.blogspot.com/2009/10/hehe-im-looking-forward-to-go-sleep-in.html' title=''/><author><name>DennyCoHuynh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07783665030184261627</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-599111039275510099.post-264174368429249760</id><published>2009-10-14T23:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T00:05:16.034-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it took me 2 months and 8 days to say it. but it took me over a month, went through a breakup, and the feeling of being accepted back to make me feel it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn't want to say it so early, but then i realized time isn't everything. It's what you actually feel. &amp;amp; now i know&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/599111039275510099-264174368429249760?l=dennyyco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599111039275510099/posts/default/264174368429249760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599111039275510099/posts/default/264174368429249760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dennyyco.blogspot.com/2009/10/it-took-me-2-months-and-8-days-to-say.html' title=''/><author><name>DennyCoHuynh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07783665030184261627</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-599111039275510099.post-7377841133974734025</id><published>2009-10-14T21:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T21:41:57.708-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;icantthankyouenoughpk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'' i &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; '&lt;/span&gt;'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/599111039275510099-7377841133974734025?l=dennyyco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599111039275510099/posts/default/7377841133974734025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599111039275510099/posts/default/7377841133974734025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dennyyco.blogspot.com/2009/10/icantthankyouenoughpk.html' title=''/><author><name>DennyCoHuynh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07783665030184261627</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-599111039275510099.post-9101233784907930042</id><published>2009-10-13T23:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T00:06:32.897-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>thanks pk&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/599111039275510099-9101233784907930042?l=dennyyco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599111039275510099/posts/default/9101233784907930042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599111039275510099/posts/default/9101233784907930042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dennyyco.blogspot.com/2009/10/thanks-pk.html' title=''/><author><name>DennyCoHuynh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07783665030184261627</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-599111039275510099.post-8281503309382432179</id><published>2009-10-12T23:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T23:08:55.564-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;" i may be weak, but you make me strong. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/599111039275510099-8281503309382432179?l=dennyyco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599111039275510099/posts/default/8281503309382432179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599111039275510099/posts/default/8281503309382432179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dennyyco.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-may-be-weak-but-you-make-me-strong.html' title=''/><author><name>DennyCoHuynh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07783665030184261627</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-599111039275510099.post-3871484362232266127</id><published>2009-10-12T19:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T23:06:37.674-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT THE FUCK .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;h1 id="message_view_subject"&gt;EDIT @ 11:05: i bet they lied. i cant bring myself into believing this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;h1 id="message_view_subject"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;h1 id="message_view_subject"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;h1 id="message_view_subject"&gt;meeting 10/13@ 6:30 PM&lt;/h1&gt;          &lt;div id="message_view_date" class="date"&gt;&lt;nobr&gt;Monday, October 12, 2009 12:49 PM&lt;/nobr&gt;&lt;/div&gt;          &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Congratulations to your son's on making the basketball team, as you have heard Coach Gray has called a special meeting tomorrow night for the freshman parents.  We have had to change the location due to room conflicts, we will be in room 231, Mrs. Marquez's math room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will be a night of information only, no money yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope to see you all there, bring your questions as this one is all about you finding out what the program is all about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenise Jenkins, acting Boy's &lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; cursor: pointer; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1255399555_0"&gt;Basketball&lt;/span&gt; Treasurer "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.  . . . . . . . . . . . . .  .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-_______________________________________________________-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/599111039275510099-3871484362232266127?l=dennyyco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599111039275510099/posts/default/3871484362232266127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599111039275510099/posts/default/3871484362232266127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dennyyco.blogspot.com/2009/10/what-fuck.html' title='WHAT THE FUCK .'/><author><name>DennyCoHuynh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07783665030184261627</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-599111039275510099.post-7522060667256479951</id><published>2009-10-11T23:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T00:04:23.295-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Babe, we can last it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/599111039275510099-7522060667256479951?l=dennyyco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599111039275510099/posts/default/7522060667256479951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599111039275510099/posts/default/7522060667256479951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dennyyco.blogspot.com/2009/10/babe-we-can-last-it.html' title=''/><author><name>DennyCoHuynh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07783665030184261627</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-599111039275510099.post-8764523112491465152</id><published>2009-10-09T22:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T22:58:48.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PB&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;VB&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;6months &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/599111039275510099-8764523112491465152?l=dennyyco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599111039275510099/posts/default/8764523112491465152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599111039275510099/posts/default/8764523112491465152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dennyyco.blogspot.com/2009/10/pb-vb.html' title=''/><author><name>DennyCoHuynh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07783665030184261627</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-599111039275510099.post-8111869193482459579</id><published>2009-10-08T22:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T23:00:56.837-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So today in english , we're suppose to write a journal about &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ENVY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Sometimes we want to have what someone else has because we know it will make us happy. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She told us to write whenever we felt envy or if we feel it right now. &amp;amp; so, like i always do, i started my journal in class right away, because this was a journal that finally had a good topic. i looked up towards the class after finishing my paper, and i noticed that everyone was still writing, some were even blank. So, i guess that means i was the first one to finish. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;That says something. &lt;/span&gt;Hah; I guess i just had &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; to say. Since i didnt even finish it completely since we were suppose to only write one page D: but oh well, i guess that's good enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; even though tomorrow it &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;might &lt;/span&gt;not happen. I actually have something to look forward to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, you make me expect things that arent suppose to be expected. You make me do things that other people wants me to do that i dont do. You changed me. You made me think of this whole thing as a completely different way now. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;experience.&lt;/span&gt; You made me open up. You broke my shell. You made me who i am today. You make me think of things i never wouldve even think of. You made me&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; realize&lt;/span&gt;. But most importantly, you make me . . me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/599111039275510099-8111869193482459579?l=dennyyco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599111039275510099/posts/default/8111869193482459579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599111039275510099/posts/default/8111869193482459579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dennyyco.blogspot.com/2009/10/so-today-in-english-were-suppose-to.html' title=''/><author><name>DennyCoHuynh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07783665030184261627</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-599111039275510099.post-2432781855678497224</id><published>2009-10-07T23:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T23:49:46.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You see, i have my ways. I'm not &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hoping that's a good thing. But then, it can also be a bad thing. &amp;amp; thats what i dont understand, situations like those, whether its good or bad. It just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;has&lt;/span&gt; to be in between. Why cant it be just one? But oh well, because i'm up for this damn challenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which one am i ? Overestimate. Underestimate. Dont do any of those. Dont overestimate me. Dont underestimate me.  Im both,  because in the end, once again, im &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;still&lt;/span&gt; in between.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCKYOURASSBITCH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/599111039275510099-2432781855678497224?l=dennyyco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599111039275510099/posts/default/2432781855678497224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599111039275510099/posts/default/2432781855678497224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dennyyco.blogspot.com/2009/10/you-see-i-have-my-ways.html' title=''/><author><name>DennyCoHuynh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07783665030184261627</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-599111039275510099.post-1526324269036218112</id><published>2009-10-06T22:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T23:06:59.221-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;HAPPY 2 MONTHS ; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; since i saw you had a picture, i kind of wanted one too VV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You told me how it wasn't really our two months, because of what i did then. In a day or two it'll be our two months, our actual, but today it is because around 2 months ago, i wont forget, when i whispered into your ear to ask you to be mine. The song &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;why would i ever&lt;/span&gt; constantly plays in my head, and then it makes me just regret what i did. But you don't know how happy i am, right now, on this very day. Of course, you made me learn to realize that i cant always see the good side in things, and so that's why i'm learning to see the bad side in most things. Of course, what i did then to not make this an official 2 months, sure makes me feel really unexplainable and of course, regretful. But i will never forget the reason why i did it. The reason within the reason. . &amp;amp; so here i am, hoping it wont be the same reason. I really am hoping, you dont even know. But it's up to you to prove to me,  if i would ever think of the same reason again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/599111039275510099-1526324269036218112?l=dennyyco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599111039275510099/posts/default/1526324269036218112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599111039275510099/posts/default/1526324269036218112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dennyyco.blogspot.com/2009/10/happy-2-months-since-i-saw-you-had.html' title=''/><author><name>DennyCoHuynh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07783665030184261627</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-599111039275510099.post-4452679052657434820</id><published>2009-10-06T22:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T23:06:51.512-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This was the only decent picture that kimaleen or pat toook D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Happily forever its just going to be us two. We hold the block down, every time we ride through. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s384.photobucket.com/albums/oo285/dennyyco/?action=view&amp;amp;current=notsofailone-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i384.photobucket.com/albums/oo285/dennyyco/notsofailone-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/599111039275510099-4452679052657434820?l=dennyyco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599111039275510099/posts/default/4452679052657434820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599111039275510099/posts/default/4452679052657434820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dennyyco.blogspot.com/2009/10/this-was-only-decent-picture-that.html' title=''/><author><name>DennyCoHuynh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07783665030184261627</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-599111039275510099.post-9078444422124406815</id><published>2009-10-04T20:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T23:37:03.464-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;title&gt;Enter text here.&lt;/title&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Homura &amp;amp; Shizuku .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;Happy 7 Months, Bestfriend  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: 130%;"&gt;; ABDC ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/599111039275510099-9078444422124406815?l=dennyyco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599111039275510099/posts/default/9078444422124406815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/599111039275510099/posts/default/9078444422124406815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dennyyco.blogspot.com/2009/10/enter-text-here.html' title=''/><author><name>DennyCoHuynh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07783665030184261627</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></feed>
