tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36944125306423367362011-09-15T15:29:27.736-07:00Em-Leehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09857867365211695038noreply@blogger.comBlogger201100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3694412530642336736.post-49671909647694762122009-08-24T07:55:00.000-07:002009-08-24T07:58:47.611-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cxXDANW6Q1c/SpKqnkodlLI/AAAAAAAAADQ/t73ElnzLKMY/s1600-h/etc+154+-+Copie.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 283px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373544902231430322" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cxXDANW6Q1c/SpKqnkodlLI/AAAAAAAAADQ/t73ElnzLKMY/s400/etc+154+-+Copie.JPG" /></a><br /><div>Bullshitter n. masculin<br />Definition: TOI<br /><br /><br /><br />T'es tellement bébé j'en revient pas...<br /><br />C'est quoi, you can't stand the idea of me being in a relationship again?<br />What you are telling him isn't working.<br />Il s'en criss et il sait que c'est juste de la pure bullshit.<br />Tu fais pitier.<br /><br /><br />Bonne journée :)<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />First day of school today :S rez-party hier :)<br /><br />Hungover for my first class....<br /><br />Ça fais juste comme deux jours que t'es parti and I miss you so very much...<br />Je t'aime.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Can't bring me down, down, down. :)</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3694412530642336736-4967190964769476212?l=i-am-emilie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Em-Leehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09857867365211695038noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3694412530642336736.post-27621802344411351832009-08-03T11:15:00.000-07:002009-08-03T11:17:15.677-07:00<p align="center"> </p><p align="center">Fuck je veux trop...</p><p align="center"> </p><p align="center"> </p><p align="center"><a href="http://www.horizoncosmopolite.com/Frametout.htm">http://www.horizoncosmopolite.com/Frametout.htm</a></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3694412530642336736-2762180234441135183?l=i-am-emilie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Em-Leehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09857867365211695038noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3694412530642336736.post-49579696399175432582009-07-31T20:04:00.000-07:002009-07-31T20:12:04.757-07:00<div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cxXDANW6Q1c/SnOw-k3eWcI/AAAAAAAAADI/gAa55c9NZis/s1600-h/Amos-blue.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 144px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 217px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364826170223122882" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cxXDANW6Q1c/SnOw-k3eWcI/AAAAAAAAADI/gAa55c9NZis/s400/Amos-blue.jpg" /></a><span style="font-size:180%;"> Can't get enough of you</span></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center">"Why do you hide your beautiful eyes behind those sunglasses" </div><div align="center">Oh god!<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3694412530642336736-4957969639917543258?l=i-am-emilie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Em-Leehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09857867365211695038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3694412530642336736.post-50963501032151819012009-07-28T06:59:00.000-07:002009-07-28T07:02:27.544-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cxXDANW6Q1c/Sm8EeAD5WII/AAAAAAAAADA/Vi1n5Le1KuY/s1600-h/5251_229410895281_580260281_7947189_1133085_n.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 317px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363510594680477826" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cxXDANW6Q1c/Sm8EeAD5WII/AAAAAAAAADA/Vi1n5Le1KuY/s400/5251_229410895281_580260281_7947189_1133085_n.jpg" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3694412530642336736-5096350103215181901?l=i-am-emilie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Em-Leehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09857867365211695038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3694412530642336736.post-81003792353787564692009-07-20T21:24:00.000-07:002009-07-20T21:34:52.602-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cxXDANW6Q1c/SmVFW18FBoI/AAAAAAAAAC4/UxeUq5g1xfU/s1600-h/feu+144.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360767190192948866" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cxXDANW6Q1c/SmVFW18FBoI/AAAAAAAAAC4/UxeUq5g1xfU/s400/feu+144.JPG" /></a><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">SAYING YES TO ALMOST EVERYTHING</span></strong></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div align="center">Wow ça fait longtemps que je me suis pas amuser comme ça.</div><br /><div align="center">Sérieux, the best summer ever :)</div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;">Dancing, singing, fishing bahaha, drinking yumm, work yurke, seeing YOU, painting, meeting a fucking shit load of people!!, going to the movies, going to bed late, getting up early :), »MELONS hihi, fires, swimming... when we're not suppose to hehe, ICE CREAM, MUSIC, skateboarding, arg arg arg TOUT TOUT TOUT!</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">Je t'aime bébé!! bahaha!</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx</span></div><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3694412530642336736-8100379235378756469?l=i-am-emilie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Em-Leehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09857867365211695038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3694412530642336736.post-31750437753915508502009-07-13T08:05:00.000-07:002009-07-13T08:27:23.868-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cxXDANW6Q1c/SltSUtPDOII/AAAAAAAAACw/8v7QzJfFUYU/s1600-h/dv1486006.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357966697380919426" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cxXDANW6Q1c/SltSUtPDOII/AAAAAAAAACw/8v7QzJfFUYU/s400/dv1486006.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="center"><em>Sitting in the car, this song is playing over and over. Just the two of us.</em></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">The perfect summer!</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">Je t'aime!<br /></span></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;">You can smoke two pounds of cali herb by yourself</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="font-size:180%;">But no matter how high you get you'll never forget</span> ...</span></div><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3694412530642336736-3175043775391550850?l=i-am-emilie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Em-Leehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09857867365211695038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3694412530642336736.post-52039391367337797152009-07-11T18:33:00.000-07:002009-07-11T18:52:36.088-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cxXDANW6Q1c/SllB2EXkUaI/AAAAAAAAACo/Gz76J-u69CQ/s1600-h/491988_131338_010c835016_p.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 355px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357385628875248034" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cxXDANW6Q1c/SllB2EXkUaI/AAAAAAAAACo/Gz76J-u69CQ/s400/491988_131338_010c835016_p.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="center">Put a smile on.</div><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong>I am SO happy for you...</strong></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;">J'ai recommencer. omg thats not good...</span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="color:#cccccc;"></span></div><br /><br /><div align="center">Do you ever feel like the world is turning without you...</div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">I sleep, I work, I sometimes eat, and fuck it hurts.</span> </div><br /><br /><div align="center"><em>Up and Down.</em></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">Je me connecte sur facebook ce matin et quesce que je vois? 1 nouveau message...</span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">click</span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">HOLLY SHIT </span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">un message important et TRÈS inattendue...</span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">J'aurais jamais pensé ravoir de nouvelles de toi. First i sat there, not knowing what to do... then the tears came.</span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">I missed you.</span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">So much...</span></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div align="right"><em><span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;">Trying to hurt you, but it's hurting me. You win.</span></em></div><br /><br /><div align="right"><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span></div><br /><br /><div align="right"><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span></div><br /><br /><div align="right"><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span></div><br /><br /><div align="right"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3694412530642336736-5203939136733779715?l=i-am-emilie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Em-Leehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09857867365211695038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3694412530642336736.post-32973303742960055902009-04-24T06:58:00.001-07:002009-04-24T07:01:44.114-07:00<div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cxXDANW6Q1c/SfHFjgzkOlI/AAAAAAAAACY/waNVKZjp8Dw/s1600-h/85556583.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328257048048319058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cxXDANW6Q1c/SfHFjgzkOlI/AAAAAAAAACY/waNVKZjp8Dw/s400/85556583.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:180%;"> I need you close...</span></div><div align="center">Je me sens tellement seul...</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">I'm gonna fuck you up, criss que je suis pu capable.</span>.<span style="font-size:130%;">.</span><span style="font-size:180%;">.</span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3694412530642336736-3297330374296005590?l=i-am-emilie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Em-Leehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09857867365211695038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3694412530642336736.post-92075617409325053772009-04-18T16:16:00.000-07:002009-04-18T16:25:12.483-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cxXDANW6Q1c/SephMoG2QhI/AAAAAAAAACI/0G_Fe7rj8jQ/s1600-h/84437966.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326176378871497234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 248px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cxXDANW6Q1c/SephMoG2QhI/AAAAAAAAACI/0G_Fe7rj8jQ/s400/84437966.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center">I Know I've got issues, but you're pretty messed up too.</div><br /><div align="center">My life would suck without you.</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3694412530642336736-9207561740932505377?l=i-am-emilie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Em-Leehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09857867365211695038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3694412530642336736.post-28199417713187174512009-03-20T17:22:00.000-07:002009-03-20T17:26:27.229-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cxXDANW6Q1c/ScQzlTcHP2I/AAAAAAAAACA/QYahsmH_FWY/s1600-h/83393802.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315430176170393442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cxXDANW6Q1c/ScQzlTcHP2I/AAAAAAAAACA/QYahsmH_FWY/s400/83393802.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center">I'm doing fine</div><br /><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3694412530642336736-2819941771318717451?l=i-am-emilie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Em-Leehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09857867365211695038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3694412530642336736.post-495780087792913302009-03-13T19:29:00.000-07:002009-03-13T19:31:49.388-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cxXDANW6Q1c/SbsWz7a2VHI/AAAAAAAAAB4/hjvSpPpDQbg/s1600-h/basshunter.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312865266793075826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 298px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cxXDANW6Q1c/SbsWz7a2VHI/AAAAAAAAAB4/hjvSpPpDQbg/s400/basshunter.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center">Music is a drug</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3694412530642336736-49578008779291330?l=i-am-emilie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Em-Leehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09857867365211695038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3694412530642336736.post-28686875296557337222009-03-06T21:09:00.000-08:002009-03-13T20:12:46.774-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cxXDANW6Q1c/SbIByBnDfUI/AAAAAAAAABw/E9QH4zLMhlY/s1600-h/090305-05-chicks-bagged-pets_big.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310308869560565058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cxXDANW6Q1c/SbIByBnDfUI/AAAAAAAAABw/E9QH4zLMhlY/s400/090305-05-chicks-bagged-pets_big.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;">Jilin Province, China,</span><span style="font-family:georgia;"> March 3, 2009--Move over, goldfish. </span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;">Chickens are now among the most popular pets for Chinese children, such as the tot pictured above buying a chick in a bag from a vendor outside a primary school. </span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;">Like their aquatic counterparts, pet chickens don't have very long life expectancies, usually hanging on for just a few days or weeks. </span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;">Some that survive only last long enough to become dinner, and a rare few remain in the household as pets. </span></div><br /><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3694412530642336736-2868687529655733722?l=i-am-emilie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Em-Leehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09857867365211695038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3694412530642336736.post-61166206162773112102009-03-06T14:37:00.001-08:002009-07-28T07:13:57.568-07:00<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cxXDANW6Q1c/SbGlw1MoWfI/AAAAAAAAABo/Whryb2NPpOM/s1600-h/3701-003737.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 261px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310207693978884594" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cxXDANW6Q1c/SbGlw1MoWfI/AAAAAAAAABo/Whryb2NPpOM/s400/3701-003737.jpg" /></a> Fuck you! I AM HAPPY!<br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3694412530642336736-6116620616277311210?l=i-am-emilie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Em-Leehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09857867365211695038noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3694412530642336736.post-28422217269957629512009-02-25T13:16:00.003-08:002009-02-25T13:18:08.922-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cxXDANW6Q1c/SaW1iQ2BfYI/AAAAAAAAABY/GAgXyqu8eko/s1600-h/2302058703_1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306847336167734658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cxXDANW6Q1c/SaW1iQ2BfYI/AAAAAAAAABY/GAgXyqu8eko/s400/2302058703_1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center">Who knows for how long</div><br /><div align="center">Je vais me concentrer sur mon portfolio un peu...</div><br /><div align="center">Maybe after</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3694412530642336736-2842221726995762951?l=i-am-emilie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Em-Leehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09857867365211695038noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3694412530642336736.post-16782076438625619392009-02-24T18:36:00.000-08:002009-02-25T12:54:34.509-08:00<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cxXDANW6Q1c/SaSzEtkzZCI/AAAAAAAAABQ/FtI5udpKuPg/s1600-h/200279728-001.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306563154484093986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 395px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cxXDANW6Q1c/SaSzEtkzZCI/AAAAAAAAABQ/FtI5udpKuPg/s400/200279728-001.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><strong>I'm safe</strong></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;">Up high</span></div><br /><div align="center"><em>Nothing can touch me</em></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">No pain</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Inside</span></div><br /><div align="center"></div>jai vraiment hate a l'été.<br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span></div><br /><div align="right"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#cccccc;">Vitamine M&amp;S</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#cccccc;"></span> </div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;">fuck the fucking blog tbnk!</span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3694412530642336736-1678207643862561939?l=i-am-emilie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Em-Leehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09857867365211695038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3694412530642336736.post-49486949000470659662009-02-17T11:50:00.000-08:002009-07-28T07:10:45.332-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cxXDANW6Q1c/SZsaUCZCPkI/AAAAAAAAABA/l3fb68tlBLM/s1600-h/83642398.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 82px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303861917700472386" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cxXDANW6Q1c/SZsaUCZCPkI/AAAAAAAAABA/l3fb68tlBLM/s400/83642398.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;">J'ai <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">hâte</span> à l'été...</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Les shorts et les <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">camisoles</span>, les robes et les petits souliers, le vélo et courir tard le soir avec <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">Shéba</span>, boire une bière sur le balcon et regarder les <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">ptits</span> fruits passer assise sur le toit, les longues ride d'auto juste pour trouver LE bon spot pour relaxer, dormir la <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">fenêtre</span> OUVERTE, le <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">soccer</span> et les balançoires, la crèmes glacée et les <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error">popsicles</span>, prendre des millions de photos dehors dans le long gazon (qu'on devrait p-e couper plus souvent lol!)... bref chaque été est different mais certaine chose reste toujours les même, i want summer now!</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3694412530642336736-4948694900047065966?l=i-am-emilie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Em-Leehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09857867365211695038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3694412530642336736.post-72568742376590340142009-01-15T04:32:00.000-08:002009-07-28T07:09:33.200-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cxXDANW6Q1c/SW8tbb4kxJI/AAAAAAAAAA4/asIpbOfb3rQ/s1600-h/915894232_2.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 98px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291498036548387986" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cxXDANW6Q1c/SW8tbb4kxJI/AAAAAAAAAA4/asIpbOfb3rQ/s320/915894232_2.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">It's during moments like these that you see who will really catch you if you fall to the ground. </span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">...</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3694412530642336736-7256874237659034014?l=i-am-emilie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Em-Leehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09857867365211695038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3694412530642336736.post-6176855825858273212009-01-12T19:58:00.001-08:002009-07-28T07:07:52.633-07:00Deux jours avant ma fête!<br />J'ai un peu <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">hâte</span>... mais en même temps je m'en fou un peu... J'ai presque jamais rien fais pour ma fête.. souper avec ma <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">mom</span> et les enfants, desserts avec mes grands-parents.. rien de gros et rien ne va changer cette année.<br />Tout le monde me dit "tu vas avoir 18!! tu dois sortir pour ta fête!" <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">Fuck</span> off! mes amies sont a milles km d'ici (<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">ok</span> peut-être pas 1000 mais elles sont loin) ... <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error">fak</span> <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error">fuck</span> off le gros <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error">party</span> de fête, la tradition de "se faire payer des drink et des shooter jusqu'à en être malade" et la gueule de bois le lendemain matin, ça m'tente pas!<br />Donc que <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error">vais-je</span> faire ce mercredi 14 janvier pour souligner cette journée "spéciale"? Je vais aller visiter mon arrière grand-maman (qui se remet d'une grosse pneumonie), <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">m'inscrire</span> sur les assurances de la Régie et aller <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">m'acheter</span> un <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error">ptit</span> quelque chose à la <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error">SAQ</span> :)! ah oui et <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">j'oublie</span> je vais aller faire dodo DE BONNE HEURE! Good night people!<br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-size:100%;">V</span>idéo pas rapport mais pas mal rigolo!</span><object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-c3096ad9c8d907d3" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"><param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"><param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v6.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc3096ad9c8d907d3%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331110928%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D833841A3F893D219AD0FC6E9325163C87EEBCD0C.444F864374DCC90DD0BAB4732298B0C7DFADF3B9%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc3096ad9c8d907d3%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dbvtb9wxLCEm2cj12PHz8ITxX8Vs&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v6.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc3096ad9c8d907d3%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331110928%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D833841A3F893D219AD0FC6E9325163C87EEBCD0C.444F864374DCC90DD0BAB4732298B0C7DFADF3B9%26key%3Dck1&iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc3096ad9c8d907d3%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dbvtb9wxLCEm2cj12PHz8ITxX8Vs&autoplay=0&ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3694412530642336736-617685582585827321?l=i-am-emilie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Em-Leehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09857867365211695038noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3694412530642336736.post-45414751814851091532009-01-07T17:45:00.000-08:002009-01-07T17:50:53.197-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cxXDANW6Q1c/SWVb7_ux76I/AAAAAAAAAAo/JkNssvDmJ00/s1600-h/1724966278_small.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288734423694569378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cxXDANW6Q1c/SWVb7_ux76I/AAAAAAAAAAo/JkNssvDmJ00/s400/1724966278_small.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><em>Comment puis-je être si heureuse et en même temps me sentir si triste? </em><span style="font-size:78%;">J’ai le goût de pleurer</span>. Tout change tellement vite autour de moi. J’<strong>avais</strong> hâte d’avoir dix-huit ans, mais maintenant qu’il reste moins d’une semaine avant ma fête, j’ai seulement le goût de rajeunir. La vie d’adulte me fait peur. Le cégep arrive à grand pas et je n’ai pas encore fini mes chimies… j’ai le sentiment que je ne vais pas les finir a temps. Personne ne semble y croire. La personne qui est supposé m’encourager le plus fait tout sauf ça. </div><br /><div align="center">« Dépêches toi Émilie, tu ne finiras jamais à temps, tu es trop lente! » </div><br /><div align="center">Je suis très très TRÈS écœuré! </div><br /><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">PERDUE! La folle est PERDUE!</span> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3694412530642336736-4541475181485109153?l=i-am-emilie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Em-Leehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09857867365211695038noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3694412530642336736.post-4121404613743342812009-01-02T20:05:00.000-08:002009-09-15T06:37:00.882-07:00<div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>New Blog!</strong></span> Screw Skyrock... Trop de mon ancienne vie... </div><div align="center">Je veux simplement vivre le moment présent avec ceux qui m'entoure. </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3694412530642336736-412140461374334281?l=i-am-emilie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Em-Leehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09857867365211695038noreply@blogger.com0