<?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-13336868</id><updated>2011-09-09T12:37:51.154+08:00</updated><title type='text'>// The Artists Rendering Us 2.0</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bling2styluz.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13336868/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bling2styluz.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Rachel-Marie W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08671152713824177682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nirx81DRdFg/SDlrFZ15bbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FGo63XqLr_A/S220/rmarie.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>80</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13336868.post-115127026683069842</id><published>2006-06-26T05:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T14:57:38.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>monstrueux</title><content type='html'>i've &lt;a href="http://ledesirardent.livejournal.com"&gt;moved&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;leave a comment at &lt;a href="http://ledesirardent.livejournal.com/1929.html"&gt;this post&lt;/a&gt; before adding and i'll add you back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13336868-115127026683069842?l=bling2styluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bling2styluz.blogspot.com/feeds/115127026683069842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13336868&amp;postID=115127026683069842&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13336868/posts/default/115127026683069842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13336868/posts/default/115127026683069842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bling2styluz.blogspot.com/2006/06/monstrueux.html' title='monstrueux'/><author><name>Rachel-Marie W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08671152713824177682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nirx81DRdFg/SDlrFZ15bbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FGo63XqLr_A/S220/rmarie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13336868.post-114993876902973922</id><published>2006-06-10T19:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T19:27:46.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today is 10th June, great. 10th June! And for the first time, I did not even think of it.&lt;br /&gt;Hello new day, hello new tomorrow.&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/13336868-114993876902973922?l=bling2styluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bling2styluz.blogspot.com/feeds/114993876902973922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13336868&amp;postID=114993876902973922&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13336868/posts/default/114993876902973922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13336868/posts/default/114993876902973922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bling2styluz.blogspot.com/2006/06/blog-post_10.html' title='-'/><author><name>Rachel-Marie W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08671152713824177682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nirx81DRdFg/SDlrFZ15bbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FGo63XqLr_A/S220/rmarie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13336868.post-114987007395027974</id><published>2006-06-10T00:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T00:33:00.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How happy is the blameless Vestal's lot! The world forgetting, by the world forgot: Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind. Each prayer accepted, and each wish resign'd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I want to erase someone of my mind. &lt;a href="http://www.lacunainc.com/"&gt;Lacuna&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/13336868-114987007395027974?l=bling2styluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bling2styluz.blogspot.com/feeds/114987007395027974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13336868&amp;postID=114987007395027974&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13336868/posts/default/114987007395027974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13336868/posts/default/114987007395027974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bling2styluz.blogspot.com/2006/06/blog-post.html' title='-'/><author><name>Rachel-Marie W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08671152713824177682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nirx81DRdFg/SDlrFZ15bbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FGo63XqLr_A/S220/rmarie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13336868.post-114970075346387886</id><published>2006-06-08T01:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T01:23:56.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>anidsfsdfds3dfxvy8xvniosn</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You are so &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;anidsfsdfds3dfxvy8xvniosn&lt;/span&gt; predictable!! Can't you just&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;URGHHH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Seriously, time to stop caring and time to start being like you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&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/13336868-114970075346387886?l=bling2styluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bling2styluz.blogspot.com/feeds/114970075346387886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13336868&amp;postID=114970075346387886&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13336868/posts/default/114970075346387886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13336868/posts/default/114970075346387886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bling2styluz.blogspot.com/2006/06/anidsfsdfds3dfxvy8xvniosn.html' title='anidsfsdfds3dfxvy8xvniosn'/><author><name>Rachel-Marie W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08671152713824177682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nirx81DRdFg/SDlrFZ15bbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FGo63XqLr_A/S220/rmarie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13336868.post-114857769452167406</id><published>2006-05-26T01:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T01:27:21.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SELLING PRESALE TICKETS!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="font-family: georgia;" src="http://xs101.xs.to/xs101/06214/snow.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;PLAY PROJEKTS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; PRESENTS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;SNOW @ THE BUTTER FACTORY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;A BRAND NEW PARTYING EXPERIENCE!!&lt;br /&gt;      FIRST SNOW THEMED PARTY TO BE HELD!!!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Thursday 15th June 2006 - 9PM Till 4AM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HIPHOP AND R&amp;B MUSIC ALL NIGHT LONG!!&lt;/strong&gt;       &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Presale Tickets at $18 + 1 Drink&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Beat the heat of midsummer, come on in and be dancing the night away          under SNOWW!! YEA SNOW!&lt;br /&gt;      Dont miss out on this night of pure fun gettin crunked &amp; dancin away          all night!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;( &lt;a href="http://eclecticjunk.livejournal.com/17795.html#cutid1"&gt;more details&lt;/a&gt; )&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" align="right"&gt;Hurry!! Limited tickets available.&lt;br /&gt;contact me at &lt;strong&gt;98281421&lt;/strong&gt; or email &lt;strong&gt;eclecticjunk@gmail.com&lt;/strong&gt; for tickets!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13336868-114857769452167406?l=bling2styluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bling2styluz.blogspot.com/feeds/114857769452167406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13336868&amp;postID=114857769452167406&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13336868/posts/default/114857769452167406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13336868/posts/default/114857769452167406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bling2styluz.blogspot.com/2006/05/selling-presale-tickets.html' title='SELLING PRESALE TICKETS!!'/><author><name>Rachel-Marie W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08671152713824177682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nirx81DRdFg/SDlrFZ15bbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FGo63XqLr_A/S220/rmarie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13336868.post-114802157063540878</id><published>2006-05-19T14:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T14:52:50.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hello</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://eclecticjunk.livejournal.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://xs100.xs.to/xs100/06204/neww.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wardrobe is going through a detox. You can help speed up the process by clicking on the image above and buy at least one item from me ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Most of my items are brand new otherwise preloved but freshly laundered.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13336868-114802157063540878?l=bling2styluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bling2styluz.blogspot.com/feeds/114802157063540878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13336868&amp;postID=114802157063540878&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13336868/posts/default/114802157063540878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13336868/posts/default/114802157063540878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bling2styluz.blogspot.com/2006/05/hello.html' title='hello'/><author><name>Rachel-Marie W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08671152713824177682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nirx81DRdFg/SDlrFZ15bbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FGo63XqLr_A/S220/rmarie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13336868.post-114762081786632729</id><published>2006-05-14T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T15:16:15.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;splurged.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1 pazzion black bow flats&lt;br /&gt;#2 black patent cork heels&lt;br /&gt;#3 champagne silver flats&lt;br /&gt;#4 gold satin ballet flats (purchased online 5 minutes ago)&lt;br /&gt;#5 mac cosmetics&lt;br /&gt;#6 luella bartley cherry ipod holder (and I don't even have an Ipod!)&lt;br /&gt;#7 luella bartley mini skull print purse&lt;br /&gt;#8 luella bartley skull wristlet&lt;br /&gt;#9 luella bartley cherry coin purse&lt;br /&gt;#10 luella bartley cherry tote&lt;br /&gt;#11 rebel yell more more tee&lt;br /&gt;#12 la senza lingerie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all within a day.. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;urgh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;i'm a patient with compulsive splurging disorder.. am s&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ooo&lt;/span&gt;o in denial :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;CAN SOMEONE PLEASE STOP ME FROM BUYING THINGS I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u style="font-family: arial;"&gt;DON'T&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;NEED!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img56.imageshack.us/img56/9319/shortstars9dx.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm so glad he doesn't read my blog that much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13336868-114762081786632729?l=bling2styluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bling2styluz.blogspot.com/feeds/114762081786632729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13336868&amp;postID=114762081786632729&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13336868/posts/default/114762081786632729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13336868/posts/default/114762081786632729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bling2styluz.blogspot.com/2006/05/splurged.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel-Marie W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08671152713824177682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nirx81DRdFg/SDlrFZ15bbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FGo63XqLr_A/S220/rmarie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13336868.post-114668871180563885</id><published>2006-05-04T04:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T04:38:31.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>(:</title><content type='html'>After the many days of staying in, I met up with Eve and Erica at Spinelli. Its been almost half a year since I last saw them and we had a great time talking and laughing. Its really amazing how small Singgy is. I bumped into dearest Kenneth, the lovable Ja Rule singer in our kcp class. Its great to see him since I never really seen any of my ex classmates besides Rozi and Samuel. Uh come to think of it, the last time I saw Rozi and Samuel was during Hari Raya... Oh well.... Kenneth was with a couple of friends and Eve/Erica know his friends too. So ya, this is how small Singgy is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you ask me how I've been. I've been doing great, life's really beautiful. I'm enjoying every single moment with him. He's been a lover and he knows how to make me happy. If you didn't realise this by now, we were exes once. More than 4 years have gone by and we're now back as an item. 4 years ago, I didn't understand why he had to steal my first real tears for a boy. Now I totally understand. Everything is shaped perfectly in God's timing. If I hadn't gone through a terrible relationship with a boy who never knew how to treat a girl right, I would have never known that I am so fortunate to have now, a really good catch. If I hadn't ended the terrible relationship with a boy who never knew how to treat a girl right, I would have never thought of meeting up with this sweet boy. God is really an amazing God. He teaches us how to mature in all ways, all in his own perfect timing. Not too fast so that we wouldn't have to fall without knowing why. And not too slow.. so that we wouldn't have to worry about giving up and get depressed over the whys. Its really wonderful to know that our God is real and He truly cares for us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13336868-114668871180563885?l=bling2styluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bling2styluz.blogspot.com/feeds/114668871180563885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13336868&amp;postID=114668871180563885&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13336868/posts/default/114668871180563885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13336868/posts/default/114668871180563885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bling2styluz.blogspot.com/2006/05/blog-post.html' title='(:'/><author><name>Rachel-Marie W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08671152713824177682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nirx81DRdFg/SDlrFZ15bbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FGo63XqLr_A/S220/rmarie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13336868.post-114608357871272973</id><published>2006-04-27T04:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T05:21:10.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thats hot.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img141.imageshack.us/img141/8466/dsc000056nv.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urgh! I'm flat broke and Mother's day is in 2 weeks so please gorgeous, buy something or better, some things from my &lt;a href="http://eclecticjunk.livejournal.com"&gt;LJ&lt;/a&gt;! Boys, show your girls you love them ;) Loves it.&lt;br /&gt;I promise a discount!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13336868-114608357871272973?l=bling2styluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bling2styluz.blogspot.com/feeds/114608357871272973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13336868&amp;postID=114608357871272973&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13336868/posts/default/114608357871272973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13336868/posts/default/114608357871272973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bling2styluz.blogspot.com/2006/04/thats-hot.html' title='thats hot.'/><author><name>Rachel-Marie W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08671152713824177682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nirx81DRdFg/SDlrFZ15bbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FGo63XqLr_A/S220/rmarie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13336868.post-114486457655657658</id><published>2006-04-13T01:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T01:58:02.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bpeak...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://xs76.xs.to/pics/06153/SV101038.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY ONE YEAR, BPEAK!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Bee, thanks for giving me the time of my life. I really appreciate what you'd done on Monday. I'll always remember how you sang so sweetly to me while playing 'From This Moment' on the guitar by the beach. This is the sweetest thing noone has ever done for me and I am glad you are the one. Even though you bought the wrong cheese, the shepherd's pie was so &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;abso&lt;/span&gt;-yummy that I'm still craving for more! You make me fall in love with you over and over again (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&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/13336868-114486457655657658?l=bling2styluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bling2styluz.blogspot.com/feeds/114486457655657658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13336868&amp;postID=114486457655657658&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13336868/posts/default/114486457655657658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13336868/posts/default/114486457655657658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bling2styluz.blogspot.com/2006/04/bpeak_13.html' title='bpeak...'/><author><name>Rachel-Marie W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08671152713824177682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nirx81DRdFg/SDlrFZ15bbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FGo63XqLr_A/S220/rmarie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13336868.post-114451634834210253</id><published>2006-04-09T01:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T15:11:42.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bpeak...</title><content type='html'>i'm trying to hold myself together&lt;br /&gt;while this love is tearing me apart&lt;br /&gt;bit by bit it slowly fades away&lt;br /&gt;like the shattered pieces of my heart&lt;br /&gt;now my life has gone away&lt;br /&gt;leaving me curling up in the dark&lt;br /&gt;and then all my fears come alive&lt;br /&gt;when i can't erase you off my mind&lt;br /&gt;the endless tinge of sadness&lt;br /&gt;the constant spell of loneliness&lt;br /&gt;i can't do much on my side&lt;br /&gt;when your heart is no longer on this ride&lt;br /&gt;if it suddenly stops&lt;br /&gt;it means you're gone&lt;br /&gt;and at the end i'll find&lt;br /&gt;your love for me was blind&lt;br /&gt;cuz i'll always be to you&lt;br /&gt;a stupid selfish fool&lt;br /&gt;for a year your undeserving love&lt;br /&gt;was my every reason to live&lt;br /&gt;but now i'm nothing but a selfless being&lt;br /&gt;i can never face this world again&lt;br /&gt;when this is how you look at me&lt;br /&gt;the sky is forever grey&lt;br /&gt;i don't know how i can face another day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this little words may mean nothing today&lt;br /&gt;but one day you'll know what i say..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is for the only one I love, the one who loved me enough to go through this one year of pain because of my selfish acts. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm really sorry&lt;/span&gt; for never once being able to make you happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy one year (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13336868-114451634834210253?l=bling2styluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bling2styluz.blogspot.com/feeds/114451634834210253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13336868&amp;postID=114451634834210253&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13336868/posts/default/114451634834210253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13336868/posts/default/114451634834210253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bling2styluz.blogspot.com/2006/04/bpeak.html' title='bpeak...'/><author><name>Rachel-Marie W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08671152713824177682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nirx81DRdFg/SDlrFZ15bbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FGo63XqLr_A/S220/rmarie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13336868.post-114068982712176092</id><published>2006-02-23T17:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T18:23:24.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My cellphone triggered an sms alert 10 minutes ago.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;'Belgium heng kok just passed away. I'm short of one bro in law.' -dad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know what to reply and yet I know I had to. So I called my mummy and told her the saddening news. And for once in our daily conversation, there was silence.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;'Tell dad not to be sad. Just call apon the Lord. He is our comforter.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I text my dad what my mum told me to.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;'Daddy pls don't be sad. Call apon the Lord. He is our comforter.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minutes have past and no reply. Tears started to trickle down my face knowing my dad's sorrow. Worst thing is, I don't know how to be a good daughter. I just left my dad for 8 years, my 2 cute brothers for 8 years and now all I can say is.. 'Daddy pls don't be sad. Call apon the Lord. He is our comforter.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not only a bad daughter but a bad sister. &lt;br /&gt;My little brother called yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;'Jie, when are you coming to stay? You said you'll stay during the holidays and now its already the holidays.'&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;'Sorry Mark. This week I really can't. Its my study break and I've alot of projects to hand up next week. I promise to go over for your birthday party next week ok?'&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;'But jie, you said you can stay over. I want you to stay over for at least a year. Its been 8 years since you left us you know?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been such a bad sister, this I can't deny. Even the small ones in the family know how many years since I've left them. And I don't know how to reply them. I can't say I can't stay over for good, that I've already left them for good. It hurts so much cuz I love them so much. My dad, my 2 little brothers, you are my life. And I know I can't say much cuz it'll only cause more pain.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only I know what to reply.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13336868-114068982712176092?l=bling2styluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bling2styluz.blogspot.com/feeds/114068982712176092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13336868&amp;postID=114068982712176092&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13336868/posts/default/114068982712176092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13336868/posts/default/114068982712176092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bling2styluz.blogspot.com/2006/02/my-cellphone-triggered-sms-alert-10.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel-Marie W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08671152713824177682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nirx81DRdFg/SDlrFZ15bbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FGo63XqLr_A/S220/rmarie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13336868.post-114011359923706576</id><published>2006-02-17T02:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T02:39:12.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://xs68.xs.to/pics/06074/DSC00728mod.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the ECLECTICJUNK's and SHINOVA's&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is our 10 months and 7 days being together. Almost a year now and I'm really glad we made it this far. Those breakups and madeups were what makes our relationship stronger today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls, treasure your boys. They are magic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;RST: &lt;b&gt;Always&lt;/b&gt; book dinners in advance on V'days.&lt;/small&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13336868-114011359923706576?l=bling2styluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bling2styluz.blogspot.com/feeds/114011359923706576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13336868&amp;postID=114011359923706576&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13336868/posts/default/114011359923706576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13336868/posts/default/114011359923706576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bling2styluz.blogspot.com/2006/02/eclecticjunks-and-shinovas-today-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel-Marie W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08671152713824177682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nirx81DRdFg/SDlrFZ15bbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FGo63XqLr_A/S220/rmarie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13336868.post-113946619401962343</id><published>2006-02-09T13:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T19:27:59.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've been through the pains and pleasures of piercing more than a dozen times..&lt;br /&gt;Thick needles, corks, calipers, pliers. &lt;br /&gt;The etceteras &amp; etceteras..&lt;br /&gt;I used to freak out at the thought of things pierced into my skin.&lt;br /&gt;But it wasn't till last week when I got my navel pierced again that I realised what I have done to my body.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't feel the pain anymore. &lt;br /&gt;I don't freak out anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like going through the process again and again.&lt;br /&gt;Its like a ride at the theme park. &lt;br /&gt;You just want to go through it again and again.&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm contemplating to get my tragus pierced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking into my bathroom mirror,&lt;br /&gt;I feel like a self-manipulated piece of crap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13336868-113946619401962343?l=bling2styluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bling2styluz.blogspot.com/feeds/113946619401962343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13336868&amp;postID=113946619401962343&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13336868/posts/default/113946619401962343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13336868/posts/default/113946619401962343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bling2styluz.blogspot.com/2006/02/ive-been-through-pains-and-pleasures.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel-Marie W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08671152713824177682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nirx81DRdFg/SDlrFZ15bbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FGo63XqLr_A/S220/rmarie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13336868.post-113872275310529310</id><published>2006-01-31T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T23:56:01.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>primitive</title><content type='html'>The results of today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://xs66.xs.to/pics/06052/DSC01637.jpg" border="0"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;img src="http://xs66.xs.to/pics/06052/DSC016372.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://xs66.xs.to/pics/06052/DSC01642.jpg" border="0"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;img src="http://xs66.xs.to/pics/06052/DSC01644.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$115 gone in less than 5 seconds for a piercing therapy, I can kiss my Lunar New Year money good bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13336868-113872275310529310?l=bling2styluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bling2styluz.blogspot.com/feeds/113872275310529310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13336868&amp;postID=113872275310529310&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13336868/posts/default/113872275310529310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13336868/posts/default/113872275310529310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bling2styluz.blogspot.com/2006/01/primitive.html' title='primitive'/><author><name>Rachel-Marie W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08671152713824177682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nirx81DRdFg/SDlrFZ15bbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FGo63XqLr_A/S220/rmarie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13336868.post-113836640022882160</id><published>2006-01-27T20:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T20:53:20.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Nothing uniquely different this week apart from the rest. I had a close shave with death yesterday and I never felt so alive today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;P/S: Anyone who rides a motorbike for the sheer thrill of 'speed-racing' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;will eventually&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; have an accident, especially cause endangerment to pedestrians and others on the road.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can only thank God for protecting me everyday and I am pretty sure that there were many unseen circumstances He protected me from. Now that Vic wants to take up motorbike lessons, I can only 'let go and let God'. &lt;img src="http://www.xanga.com/Images/smiley2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New pics this week added in the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gallery&lt;/span&gt;.. and I got myself a new toy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://xs65.xs.to/pics/06045/motorola-razr-pink.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If ever I would stop thinking about music and politics, I would tell you that sometimes it's easier to desire and pursue the attention and admiration of 100 strangers than it is to accept the love and loyalty of those closest to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I would tell you that sometimes I prefer to look at myself through someone elses eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Eyes that aren't clouded with the tears of knowing what an asshole I can be, as yours are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If ever I would stop thinking about music and politics, I might be able to listen in silence to your concerns rather than hearing everything as an accusation or an indictment against me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would tell you that sometimes I use sex to avoid communication.&lt;br /&gt;It's the best escape when we're down on our luck.&lt;br /&gt;But I can express more emotions than laughter, anger and let's fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If ever I would stop thinking about music and politics, I would tell you that I pooped in my own dog dish.&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes I would rather face not eating than face licking it clean.&lt;br /&gt;And admitting when I'm selfish.&lt;br /&gt;And I'd tell you that I'm suffering from the worst type of loneliness.&lt;br /&gt;The loneliness of being misunderstood, or more poignantly.&lt;br /&gt;The loneliness of being afraid to allow myself to be understood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If ever I would stop thinking about music and politics, I would tell you that the personal revolution is far more difficult and is the first step in any revolution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If ever I would stop thinking about music and politics..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I would tell you that music is the expression of emotion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And that politics is merely the decoy of perception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;-the Disposable Heroes of Hiphoprisy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&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/13336868-113836640022882160?l=bling2styluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bling2styluz.blogspot.com/feeds/113836640022882160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13336868&amp;postID=113836640022882160&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13336868/posts/default/113836640022882160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13336868/posts/default/113836640022882160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bling2styluz.blogspot.com/2006/01/nothing-uniquely-different-this-week.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel-Marie W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08671152713824177682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nirx81DRdFg/SDlrFZ15bbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FGo63XqLr_A/S220/rmarie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13336868.post-113795375733932676</id><published>2006-01-23T01:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T02:15:57.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1621/1168/1600/IMG_9056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1621/1168/320/IMG_9056.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ARAB STREET&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first carpet-sitting sheesha session in 2006.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://xs64.xs.to/pics/06030/130106mod.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nights can never go dull with Hed Kandi, hardcore D&amp;B/house, cheese prata and these buggers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 more day to Backstreet's Back.&lt;br /&gt;5 more days to LNY Reunion. ($$$!)&lt;br /&gt;7 more days to Paul Van Dyke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;P/S: Barbie, be of good cheer, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wong Ah Lian&lt;/span&gt; is here. *pat pat*.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13336868-113795375733932676?l=bling2styluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bling2styluz.blogspot.com/feeds/113795375733932676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13336868&amp;postID=113795375733932676&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13336868/posts/default/113795375733932676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13336868/posts/default/113795375733932676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bling2styluz.blogspot.com/2006/01/arab-street-my-first-carpet-sitting.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel-Marie W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08671152713824177682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nirx81DRdFg/SDlrFZ15bbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FGo63XqLr_A/S220/rmarie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13336868.post-113733263495162999</id><published>2006-01-15T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-15T21:54:35.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>[edit:]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Tonight will be another night I would cry myself to sleep, he'll never know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was the same. Church, dinner and goodbyes. Through it all, I wanted to cry so bad, hugged him so tight and never let go. But I knew better not to. Because that would prepare myself for the biggest fall. And so I saw him to his bus, said the usual goodbyes and walked away.. a big tear which I've been forcing inside the whole while, finally trickled down my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If only you would want to spend another minute with me, to enjoy the lonely sky together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13336868-113733263495162999?l=bling2styluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bling2styluz.blogspot.com/feeds/113733263495162999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13336868&amp;postID=113733263495162999&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13336868/posts/default/113733263495162999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13336868/posts/default/113733263495162999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bling2styluz.blogspot.com/2006/01/edit-tonight-will-be-another-night-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel-Marie W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08671152713824177682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nirx81DRdFg/SDlrFZ15bbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FGo63XqLr_A/S220/rmarie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13336868.post-113725466735243582</id><published>2006-01-14T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-15T00:09:22.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thanks Don for the Schnappi song. Its so cute, I feel much better now. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had sheesha session with the 3As (Asri, Attica &amp; Akid) &amp;amp; many more followed by Hed Kandi fun with the same fellas including Desmond, Imran, Jerry &amp;amp; his friends. MoS was real fun with exactly the right people but somehow, I felt lonely. Today, I wish I had someone I could lean on and cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;RST: Sheesha kills depression.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13336868-113725466735243582?l=bling2styluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bling2styluz.blogspot.com/feeds/113725466735243582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13336868&amp;postID=113725466735243582&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13336868/posts/default/113725466735243582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13336868/posts/default/113725466735243582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bling2styluz.blogspot.com/2006/01/thanks-don-for-schnappi-song.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel-Marie W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08671152713824177682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nirx81DRdFg/SDlrFZ15bbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FGo63XqLr_A/S220/rmarie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13336868.post-113708638237423462</id><published>2006-01-13T00:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T16:40:55.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>[edit:]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1621/1168/1600/700.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Free tix to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;ELIZABETHTOWN&lt;/span&gt;! I'm definitely God's favorite. (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many rad concerts to kick off the new year and I can hardly wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;24 JAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;BSB&lt;/s&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;paid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;16 FEB&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Franz Ferdinand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;23 FEB&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oasis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;16 MAR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Kings Of Convenience&lt;/s&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;paid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've to sell more stuffs online, invest more on paid to surf and save save save!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;RST: Having staring contests. Having laughing contests.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13336868-113708638237423462?l=bling2styluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bling2styluz.blogspot.com/feeds/113708638237423462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13336868&amp;postID=113708638237423462&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13336868/posts/default/113708638237423462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13336868/posts/default/113708638237423462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bling2styluz.blogspot.com/2006/01/edit-free-tix-to-elizabethtown-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel-Marie W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08671152713824177682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nirx81DRdFg/SDlrFZ15bbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FGo63XqLr_A/S220/rmarie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13336868.post-113699499863261435</id><published>2006-01-11T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T00:03:46.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm 11 days late for making my NY resolutions but I guess its never too late to do myself good. Other than the usual donate-to-rachel/save-alot-of-money campaign, I just have one resolution - to always log down every thought/idea/inspiration, basically anything reflective, anything I see that interests me. For this, I'll name every reflective log RST*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;RST: White guys wearing &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt; Havaianas flip flops.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;* rachel starts thinking&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/13336868-113699499863261435?l=bling2styluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bling2styluz.blogspot.com/feeds/113699499863261435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13336868&amp;postID=113699499863261435&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13336868/posts/default/113699499863261435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13336868/posts/default/113699499863261435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bling2styluz.blogspot.com/2006/01/im-11-days-late-for-making-my-ny.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel-Marie W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08671152713824177682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nirx81DRdFg/SDlrFZ15bbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FGo63XqLr_A/S220/rmarie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13336868.post-113699412739953708</id><published>2006-01-11T23:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T23:42:07.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>X</title><content type='html'>&lt;s&gt;You're so predictable, I'll never understand. Your reasons for excuses, your &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;free&lt;/span&gt; time for friends, your weekdays plus &lt;u&gt;Friday&lt;/u&gt; plus &lt;u&gt;Saturday&lt;/u&gt; of school plus projects plus study, your 1 hour episodes of CSI before our 5 minutes phone convos, our only weekly date on Sundays - church, dinner and goodbyes. Some reasonable. Most are unexcusable excuses.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;font-size:180%;" &gt;URGH!!!!&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/13336868-113699412739953708?l=bling2styluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bling2styluz.blogspot.com/feeds/113699412739953708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13336868&amp;postID=113699412739953708&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13336868/posts/default/113699412739953708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13336868/posts/default/113699412739953708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bling2styluz.blogspot.com/2006/01/x.html' title='X'/><author><name>Rachel-Marie W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08671152713824177682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nirx81DRdFg/SDlrFZ15bbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FGo63XqLr_A/S220/rmarie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13336868.post-113683212755182716</id><published>2006-01-10T02:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T03:05:13.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>[edit:]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa Fe with the Utanes couple was ooh-la-la. Not to mention, wallet-free! (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guilty spending resumes in 8 hours with Wxsie as my shoop shoop accomplice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The intended killings for the day:&lt;br /&gt;- Pair of Havaianas&lt;br /&gt;- Anything else to finish off my gift certs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;( &lt;u&gt;Knowing I have little to spend, I will slowly sober up to my fate.&lt;/u&gt; )&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://xs63.xs.to/pics/06021/10747270616634l.jpg" border="2" height="250" width="188" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://xs63.xs.to/pics/06021/DSC00350.jpg" border="2" height="250" width="188" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;// Casper and Mr. Shinova&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teehee! Nine months and counting. You are &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; cute and I sooo love you.&lt;br /&gt;Pineapple rice at V8 movie cafe tonight with the cutie. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*SLURPS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13336868-113683212755182716?l=bling2styluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bling2styluz.blogspot.com/feeds/113683212755182716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13336868&amp;postID=113683212755182716&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13336868/posts/default/113683212755182716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13336868/posts/default/113683212755182716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bling2styluz.blogspot.com/2006/01/edit-santa-fe-with-utanes-couple-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel-Marie W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08671152713824177682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nirx81DRdFg/SDlrFZ15bbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FGo63XqLr_A/S220/rmarie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13336868.post-113653694156427935</id><published>2006-01-06T15:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T19:40:18.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hurt.</title><content type='html'>I tried not to be what I don't wish to be but it gets worst everytime I try.&lt;br /&gt;I made a commitment to shut myself off everything that hurts but they hurt more as time goes by.&lt;br /&gt;I detached myself from every human I know you would feel insecure of but they keep coming back to me.&lt;br /&gt;I hugged you each time I see you, tighter than before, afraid that my instable feelings would let you free.&lt;br /&gt;I wished she doesn't exist in your heart but she has always been so near.&lt;br /&gt;The gem whom I see almost everyday, never knowing you once held her so closely to your heart ever so dear. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(i trust you.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I realised who I am.&lt;br /&gt;The mistakes I commit so religiously.&lt;br /&gt;My frustrations as what you see as childish tantrums.&lt;br /&gt;Am I not human enough as not be able to have stress?&lt;br /&gt;Can I ever cry my heart out to you at times like these?&lt;br /&gt;I grow weaker by the hour when we are in this state.&lt;br /&gt;I cannot bring myself to face you when you think of me that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... but I can be a beauty if your words never let me go astray.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13336868-113653694156427935?l=bling2styluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bling2styluz.blogspot.com/feeds/113653694156427935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13336868&amp;postID=113653694156427935&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13336868/posts/default/113653694156427935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13336868/posts/default/113653694156427935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bling2styluz.blogspot.com/2006/01/hurt.html' title='hurt.'/><author><name>Rachel-Marie W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08671152713824177682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nirx81DRdFg/SDlrFZ15bbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FGo63XqLr_A/S220/rmarie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13336868.post-113625196602470122</id><published>2006-01-03T09:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T09:36:58.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>(:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[edit:]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22 more days to BSB concert!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning! First entry of the year, the first entry in 2 years that has actually been posted at this hour. I feel great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 40 minutes, I'll be seating in the interactive studio getting ready for my major class. The first day of school in the year 2006. The second semester of year 2. The third day of the year. I'm praying Mister Hitler wouldn't teach us Director anymore. ANYTHING BUT DIRECTOR! He makes tutorials so so boring! I &lt;s&gt;hate&lt;/s&gt; dislike the fact that Director does work wonders but yet I can't seem to be interested in any of the lingos. What a killer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I forgot about making new year resolutions..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13336868-113625196602470122?l=bling2styluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bling2styluz.blogspot.com/feeds/113625196602470122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13336868&amp;postID=113625196602470122&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13336868/posts/default/113625196602470122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13336868/posts/default/113625196602470122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bling2styluz.blogspot.com/2006/01/blog-post.html' title='(:'/><author><name>Rachel-Marie W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08671152713824177682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nirx81DRdFg/SDlrFZ15bbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FGo63XqLr_A/S220/rmarie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13336868.post-113596851018506699</id><published>2005-12-31T02:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-31T02:48:30.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>swim swim</title><content type='html'>My entries have been rather wordy so I've cut short my sleeping hours to upload more visuals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;P/S: Click on the gallery button above to view. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yawn! This is really exhausting. Night folks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13336868-113596851018506699?l=bling2styluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bling2styluz.blogspot.com/feeds/113596851018506699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13336868&amp;postID=113596851018506699&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13336868/posts/default/113596851018506699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13336868/posts/default/113596851018506699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bling2styluz.blogspot.com/2005/12/swim-swim.html' title='swim swim'/><author><name>Rachel-Marie W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08671152713824177682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nirx81DRdFg/SDlrFZ15bbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FGo63XqLr_A/S220/rmarie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13336868.post-113544566491624995</id><published>2005-12-25T01:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-25T01:34:24.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>from someone special, to a special someone.</title><content type='html'>As you well know, we are getting closer to my birthday. Every year there is a celebration in my honor and I think that this year the celebration will be repeated. During this time there are many people shopping for gifts, there are many radio announcements, TV commercials, and in every part of the world everyone is talking that my birthday is getting closer and closer. It is really very nice to know, that at least once a year, some people think of me. As you know, the celebration of my birthday began many years ago. At first people seemed to understand and be thankful of all that I did for them, but in these times, no one seems to know the reason for the celebration. Family and friends get together and have a lot of fun, but they don't know the meaning of the celebration. I remember that last year there was a great feast in my honor. The dinner table was full of delicious foods, pastries, fruits, assorted nuts and chocolates. The decorations were exquisite and there were many, many beautifully wrapped gifts. But, do you want to know something? I wasn't invited. I was the guest of honor and they didn't remember to send me an invitation. The party was for me, but when that great day came, I was left outside, they closed the door in my face .. and I wanted to be with them and share their table. In truth, that didn't surprise me because in the last few years all close their doors to me. Since I wasn't invited, I decided to enter the party without making any noise. I went in and stood in a corner. They were all drinking; there were some who were drunk and telling jokes and laughing at everything. They were having a grand time. To top it all, this big fat man all dressed in red wearing a long white beard entered the room yelling Ho-Ho-Ho! He seemed drunk. He sat on the sofa and all the children ran to him, saying: "Santa Claus, Santa Claus" as if the party were in his honor! At midnight all the people began to hug each other; I extended my arms waiting for someone to hug me and do you know no-one hugged me. Suddenly they all began to share gifts. They opened them one by one with great expectation. When all had been opened, I looked to see if, maybe, there was one for me. What would you feel if on your birthday everybody shared gifts and you did not get one? I then understood that I was unwanted at that party and quietly left. Every year it gets worse. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;People only remember the gifts, the parties,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;to eat and drink, and nobody remembers me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like this Christmas that you allow me to enter into your life. I would like that you recognize the fact that almost two thousand years ago I came to this world to give my life for you, on the cross, to save you. Today, I only want that you believe this with all your heart. I want to share something with you. As many didn't invite me to their party, I will have my own celebration, a grandiose party that no one has ever imagined, a spectacular party. I'm still making the final arrangements..&lt;br /&gt;Today I am sending out many invitations and there is an invitation for you. I want to know if you wish to attend and I will make a reservation for you and write your name with golden letters in my great guest book. Only those on the guest list will be invited to the party. Those who don't answer the invite, will be left outside. Be prepared because when all is ready you will be part of my great party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you soon. I Love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With lots of &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jesus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13336868-113544566491624995?l=bling2styluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bling2styluz.blogspot.com/feeds/113544566491624995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13336868&amp;postID=113544566491624995&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13336868/posts/default/113544566491624995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13336868/posts/default/113544566491624995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bling2styluz.blogspot.com/2005/12/from-someone-special-to-special.html' title='from someone special, to a special someone.'/><author><name>Rachel-Marie W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08671152713824177682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nirx81DRdFg/SDlrFZ15bbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FGo63XqLr_A/S220/rmarie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13336868.post-113518381219575744</id><published>2005-12-21T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T00:54:21.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ching-Ching! Bang!</title><content type='html'>What a week. I don't know if I can call it fun. I went shopping on Monday with the Barbie (also known as ProjectGirl, teehee.) I went shopping on Tuesday with the cuzzies. And catch this: We got beeped at Mango. Charmaine apparently forgot she had a $58 belt dangling on her arm and the alarm just had to go off as we walked out with our hands full of shopping bags. Thank goodness the guard just laughed it off. It was so embarrassing! Anyway, I didn't learn my lesson yesterday either. I went shopping with the brothers. I started the day with $75, shopped till none, ended at home with $200. P/S: Thanks Dad! Eheheheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so tired from all the walking. But who can say no to shopping? And despite all the shopping in town, I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAD&lt;/span&gt; to say hello to Ebay.. and VS.. and Old Navy.. and.. .. ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all these will like, sort of, kinda, eventually end up in your room -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 green cardigan.&lt;br /&gt;1 ae tee.&lt;br /&gt;1 skirt la-cute.&lt;br /&gt;1 forever 21 cami.&lt;br /&gt;1 talia cami.&lt;br /&gt;1 old navy purse.&lt;br /&gt;1 vs dress, 2 vs camis.&lt;br /&gt;2 babydoll dresses.&lt;br /&gt;2 topshop tops.&lt;br /&gt;2 navel rings.&lt;br /&gt;2 mango tops.&lt;br /&gt;2 abercrombie tees.&lt;br /&gt;a pair of hollister intimates.&lt;br /&gt;a pair of miss sixty jeans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I just killed my mastercard.&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&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/13336868-113518381219575744?l=bling2styluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bling2styluz.blogspot.com/feeds/113518381219575744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13336868&amp;postID=113518381219575744&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13336868/posts/default/113518381219575744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13336868/posts/default/113518381219575744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bling2styluz.blogspot.com/2005/12/ching-ching-bang.html' title='Ching-Ching! Bang!'/><author><name>Rachel-Marie W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08671152713824177682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nirx81DRdFg/SDlrFZ15bbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FGo63XqLr_A/S220/rmarie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13336868.post-113455137992134984</id><published>2005-12-14T16:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T17:13:14.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>on the lifeline</title><content type='html'>Can some kind soul &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;please please &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PLEASE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; donate to me some cash? I'm dying and I'm left with $10 in my bank..&lt;br /&gt;Please let me live till Christmas. Or preferably till CNY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POSB SAVINGS 207-27887-4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;form action="https://www.paypal.com/cgi-bin/webscr" method="post"&gt;&lt;input src="https://www.paypal.com/en_US/i/btn/x-click-but21.gif" name="submit" alt="Make payments with PayPal - it's fast, free and secure!" border="0" type="image"&gt;&lt;/form&gt;I am so dunzo. &lt;img src="http://www.shoutmix.com/emo/sad.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13336868-113455137992134984?l=bling2styluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bling2styluz.blogspot.com/feeds/113455137992134984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13336868&amp;postID=113455137992134984&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13336868/posts/default/113455137992134984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13336868/posts/default/113455137992134984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bling2styluz.blogspot.com/2005/12/on-lifeline.html' title='on the lifeline'/><author><name>Rachel-Marie W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08671152713824177682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nirx81DRdFg/SDlrFZ15bbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FGo63XqLr_A/S220/rmarie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13336868.post-113440645351348383</id><published>2005-12-13T00:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T00:54:13.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>!!</title><content type='html'>And I forgot to mention.. I have &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;cable TV&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Alas! 100 over channels to keep me company all day long!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea I know, I'm such a loser..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13336868-113440645351348383?l=bling2styluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bling2styluz.blogspot.com/feeds/113440645351348383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13336868&amp;postID=113440645351348383&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13336868/posts/default/113440645351348383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13336868/posts/default/113440645351348383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bling2styluz.blogspot.com/2005/12/blog-post.html' title='!!'/><author><name>Rachel-Marie W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08671152713824177682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nirx81DRdFg/SDlrFZ15bbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FGo63XqLr_A/S220/rmarie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13336868.post-113438997714706786</id><published>2005-12-12T20:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T20:35:55.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>19th</title><content type='html'>Wow.&lt;br /&gt;What a Sunday. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to spend 11/12/06 with you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13336868-113438997714706786?l=bling2styluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bling2styluz.blogspot.com/feeds/113438997714706786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13336868&amp;postID=113438997714706786&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13336868/posts/default/113438997714706786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13336868/posts/default/113438997714706786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bling2styluz.blogspot.com/2005/12/19th.html' title='19th'/><author><name>Rachel-Marie W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08671152713824177682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nirx81DRdFg/SDlrFZ15bbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FGo63XqLr_A/S220/rmarie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13336868.post-113410569928724178</id><published>2005-12-09T13:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T13:26:04.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>how cranky</title><content type='html'>I've just got back from the doctor. A total of 2 consultations within 5 days, with no good news at all. Whatever Pityriasis Rosea is, the idea of feeding myself with steriods for the next few days is making me imagine crazy things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a little of what &lt;a href="http://www.emedicine.com/EMERG/topic426.htm" target="_blank"&gt;eMedicine&lt;/a&gt; site say of PR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pathophysiology:&lt;/span&gt; The primary plaque is seen on the skin in 50-90% of cases a week or more before the onset of the eruption of smaller lesions. This secondary eruption occurs 2-21 days later in crops following the lines of cleavage of the skin. On the back, this eruption produces a "&lt;u&gt;Christmas tree&lt;/u&gt;" pattern.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its the season to be jolly and I certainly am..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but I didn't expect myself to be the Christmas tree.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13336868-113410569928724178?l=bling2styluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bling2styluz.blogspot.com/feeds/113410569928724178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13336868&amp;postID=113410569928724178&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13336868/posts/default/113410569928724178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13336868/posts/default/113410569928724178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bling2styluz.blogspot.com/2005/12/how-cranky.html' title='how cranky'/><author><name>Rachel-Marie W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08671152713824177682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nirx81DRdFg/SDlrFZ15bbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FGo63XqLr_A/S220/rmarie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13336868.post-113380977059707631</id><published>2005-12-06T02:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T03:25:55.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bold it</title><content type='html'>Mm, I can't remember when was the last time I did a post like this. (Leeched from &lt;a href="http://7perfection.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Wxsie's&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;If any of the following statements apply to you, hightlight/&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bold&lt;/span&gt;/&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;italize&lt;/span&gt; it. Then, post.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i have a cell phone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have friends that use me.&lt;br /&gt;i am an only child.&lt;br /&gt;i love dangly earrings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i love cold weather.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i'm obsessed with the computer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have shot a gun before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i can't live without music.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have no tolerance of ignorant people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i have ridden on a motorcycle before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll be in this town forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i've been to 5 other countries. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i get annoyed easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i eventually want kids.&lt;/span&gt; (i think..)&lt;br /&gt;i have neat handwriting.&lt;br /&gt;i have more than a few horrible memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i am addicted to chocolate.&lt;/span&gt; (very influenced by Mr. Shinova)&lt;br /&gt;i am an atheist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i love airplane rides.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i love taking pictures.&lt;/span&gt; (of others)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i &lt;s&gt;hate&lt;/s&gt; dislike people who are fake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i can be mean when i want to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my parents care about my grades. (i heart them for they know what's best for me.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;one of my best friends is a girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have way too many wallets.&lt;br /&gt;i'm obsessed with lip gloss.&lt;br /&gt;i am easy to talk to.&lt;br /&gt;i would never eat raw fish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i cry easily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate when people are late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i procrastinate. &lt;/span&gt;(undeniable..)&lt;br /&gt;i love winter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i have too many clothes for my closet/dresser. &lt;/span&gt;(according to Mr. Shinova)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i love to sleep.&lt;/span&gt; (with Mr. Shinova beside me)&lt;br /&gt;i wish i were smarter.&lt;br /&gt;i'm afraid of flying.&lt;br /&gt;i hate drama.&lt;br /&gt;i bite my nails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i have been on an 8 hour drive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i never fight with my parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i love the beach.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have never had the chicken pox.&lt;br /&gt;i have gone out in public in my pyjamas.&lt;br /&gt;i can't control my emotions.&lt;br /&gt;i have a best friend.&lt;br /&gt;i have moved more than once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i truly love my &lt;s&gt;close&lt;/s&gt; good friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have (had) braces.&lt;br /&gt;i have never broken a bone.&lt;br /&gt;i hate my computer.&lt;br /&gt;i love girls that play the drums.&lt;br /&gt;i state the obvious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i'm a happy person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i love to dance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i love to sing. &lt;/span&gt;(definitely without an audience around.)&lt;br /&gt;i love cleaning my room.&lt;br /&gt;i tend to get jealous very easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i love cute underwear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love night better than day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i don't like to study for tests.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i have been on the phone for over 5 hours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am too forgiving.&lt;br /&gt;i have horrible sense of direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i miss elementary school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm a daddy's boy/girl.&lt;br /&gt;i love the color pink.&lt;br /&gt;i love to sew.&lt;br /&gt;my eye color changes.&lt;br /&gt;i should see a therapist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i played on a girls sports team.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i become stressed easily.&lt;br /&gt;i hate/detest liars.&lt;br /&gt;i love the smell of rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i love my family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate needles.&lt;br /&gt;i am a perfectionist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i always wanted to learn to play the &lt;s&gt;drums&lt;/s&gt; guitar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate the feeling of failure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i have friends in other countries.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i know how to cook, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;badly&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;(wxsie: winks.)&lt;br /&gt;i can be quite selfish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;at times, i still act like a little kid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i have food allergies.&lt;/span&gt; (bad prawns, bad!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i love to read.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish i were more motivated for school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i love getting stuff in the mail. &lt;/span&gt;(HINT HINT!)&lt;br /&gt;i have problems with letting go of old feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i hate being alone. &lt;/span&gt;(who does?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i love summer.&lt;/span&gt; (and autumn, winter, spring..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i love the weekends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love black eyeliner.&lt;br /&gt;i think I'm a looker.&lt;br /&gt;i type with one hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i live in a one story house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i wear make-up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have never rode on an underground subway.&lt;br /&gt;i can't swim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i have bad memories. &lt;/span&gt;(no more)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i go to church!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i sing in the shower.&lt;br /&gt;i hate cheerleaders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i usually get what i want.&lt;/span&gt; (God's unmerited favor!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i have been on stage before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i love roller coasters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no one knows my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;s style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;full&lt;/s&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; complete story of my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i am close to my parent&lt;s&gt;s&lt;/s&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't have a curfew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four days to our eight months.&lt;br /&gt;Five days to his birthday.&lt;br /&gt;I hope he &lt;s&gt;likes&lt;/s&gt; loves what he's going to see..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13336868-113380977059707631?l=bling2styluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bling2styluz.blogspot.com/feeds/113380977059707631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13336868&amp;postID=113380977059707631&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13336868/posts/default/113380977059707631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13336868/posts/default/113380977059707631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bling2styluz.blogspot.com/2005/12/bold-it.html' title='&lt;b&gt;bold&lt;/b&gt; it'/><author><name>Rachel-Marie W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08671152713824177682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nirx81DRdFg/SDlrFZ15bbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FGo63XqLr_A/S220/rmarie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13336868.post-113359745150741094</id><published>2005-12-03T16:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-03T16:16:02.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye Guerrilla</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;[edit:]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't say I didn't blog, Wxysie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.exitmusik.com/newsgfxbig/GUerrillaXmas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like they say,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; All things must come to an end. Ashes to ashes...  dust to dust...&lt;br /&gt;something ends...something new begins... always moving...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night with the Guerrilla and I have to give it a miss. At least, I've got to spend the day with my baby and that's what matter most. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Sorry Capas for our delayed chill-up, your next book-out, promised.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S thanks for those who remembered my birthday and took the time to find me gifts. You are indeed the true crowd. Lovah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13336868-113359745150741094?l=bling2styluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bling2styluz.blogspot.com/feeds/113359745150741094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13336868&amp;postID=113359745150741094&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13336868/posts/default/113359745150741094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13336868/posts/default/113359745150741094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bling2styluz.blogspot.com/2005/12/goodbye-guerrilla.html' title='Goodbye Guerrilla'/><author><name>Rachel-Marie W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08671152713824177682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nirx81DRdFg/SDlrFZ15bbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FGo63XqLr_A/S220/rmarie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13336868.post-113267303184208254</id><published>2005-11-22T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T23:23:51.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>new email.&lt;br /&gt;Meaning no spam mails and no more weird msn convos by weird anons. Hooray!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;Comment me your email add for mine. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13336868-113267303184208254?l=bling2styluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bling2styluz.blogspot.com/feeds/113267303184208254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13336868&amp;postID=113267303184208254&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13336868/posts/default/113267303184208254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13336868/posts/default/113267303184208254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bling2styluz.blogspot.com/2005/11/new-email.html' title='&lt;img src=&quot;http://images5.theimagehosting.com/breakbear.gif&quot; border=&quot;0&quot;&gt;'/><author><name>Rachel-Marie W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08671152713824177682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nirx81DRdFg/SDlrFZ15bbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FGo63XqLr_A/S220/rmarie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13336868.post-113259898265658371</id><published>2005-11-22T02:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T02:49:42.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>* :)</title><content type='html'>The past 2 days were great whereby I enjoyed my time with my lovely mama, uncle, sister and bf plus Victor and also with papa and the boys (on separate occasions of course).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tinge of happiness hit me a while ago and I realised..&lt;br /&gt;These people are the reason for my living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Everybody is Somebody.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Thanks for loving me.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for being my eclectic junk.&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/13336868-113259898265658371?l=bling2styluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bling2styluz.blogspot.com/feeds/113259898265658371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13336868&amp;postID=113259898265658371&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13336868/posts/default/113259898265658371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13336868/posts/default/113259898265658371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bling2styluz.blogspot.com/2005/11/blog-post_22.html' title='* :)'/><author><name>Rachel-Marie W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08671152713824177682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nirx81DRdFg/SDlrFZ15bbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FGo63XqLr_A/S220/rmarie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13336868.post-113246288883145155</id><published>2005-11-20T12:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-20T13:01:28.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-</title><content type='html'>Stumbling I fall away it's hard to make a change&lt;br /&gt;Easy to be who you are when no one knows your name&lt;br /&gt;Walking past the lonely walls with eyes as cold as stone&lt;br /&gt;Climb inside the emptiness it's safe when you're alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be alarmed&lt;br /&gt;Don't be afraid of what you are&lt;br /&gt;Just look around&lt;br /&gt;Everybody is someone&lt;br /&gt;Everybody is someone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this time you lived alone without a memory&lt;br /&gt;Built your life upon the ground that sinks beneath your feet&lt;br /&gt;Step outside the misery for once you feel alive&lt;br /&gt;Second chances only come around once in a life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be alarmed&lt;br /&gt;Don't be afraid of what you are&lt;br /&gt;Just turn around&lt;br /&gt;Everybody is someone&lt;br /&gt;Everybody is someone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be alarmed&lt;br /&gt;Don't be afraid of what you are&lt;br /&gt;Just turn around&lt;br /&gt;Everybody is someone&lt;br /&gt;Everybody is someone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be alarmed&lt;br /&gt;Don't be afraid of what you are&lt;br /&gt;Just look around&lt;br /&gt;Everybody is someone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Everybody is someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I to you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13336868-113246288883145155?l=bling2styluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bling2styluz.blogspot.com/feeds/113246288883145155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13336868&amp;postID=113246288883145155&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13336868/posts/default/113246288883145155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13336868/posts/default/113246288883145155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bling2styluz.blogspot.com/2005/11/blog-post_20.html' title='-'/><author><name>Rachel-Marie W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08671152713824177682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nirx81DRdFg/SDlrFZ15bbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FGo63XqLr_A/S220/rmarie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13336868.post-113156006065009418</id><published>2005-11-10T02:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-10T02:23:08.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ahoy!</title><content type='html'>As promised, I've uploaded more pictures (with many many clouds) from our trip.  &lt;img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;You can view them by clicking on Gallery in the navigation menu.&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Comment below darlings!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/b/blowkiss.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13336868-113156006065009418?l=bling2styluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bling2styluz.blogspot.com/feeds/113156006065009418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13336868&amp;postID=113156006065009418&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13336868/posts/default/113156006065009418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13336868/posts/default/113156006065009418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bling2styluz.blogspot.com/2005/11/ahoy.html' title='ahoy!'/><author><name>Rachel-Marie W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08671152713824177682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nirx81DRdFg/SDlrFZ15bbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FGo63XqLr_A/S220/rmarie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13336868.post-113103385786189887</id><published>2005-11-03T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T18:35:03.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>visual parade</title><content type='html'>The Brisbane trip was effin' fun and I so miss there now. I could blabber on and on with a 1,000 words or just post up a 1,000 pictures but I reckon as humans, we prefer visual entertainment. So below are the long awaited visual overkill. Okay sunshines, I've cut down my favorites to less than 50. I'm sure you wouldn't want to spend 10 hours on my blog viewing a 1,000. So now get ready, grab a pizza and lay your ass down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;*** airport/airways ***&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://xs53.xs.to/pics/05444/DSCN0925.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://xs53.xs.to/pics/05444/DSCN0931.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://xs53.xs.to/pics/05444/emirates.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; *** paradise ***&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://xs53.xs.to/pics/05444/aria.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;five days of juicy luxury.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://xs53.xs.to/pics/05444/DSCN1167.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://xs53.xs.to/pics/05444/DSCN1663.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://xs53.xs.to/pics/05444/DSCN1303.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://xs53.xs.to/pics/05444/DSCN1263.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://xs53.xs.to/pics/05444/DSCN1578.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://xs53.xs.to/pics/05444/DSCN1390.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://xs53.xs.to/pics/05444/DSCN1863.jpg" align="left" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) the view from our apartment.&lt;br /&gt;2) my favorite.&lt;br /&gt;6) he's not just cute, he's my boy.&lt;br /&gt;7) our chauffeur for 5 days.&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;a href="http://xs53.xs.to/pics/05444/DSCN1601.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://xs53.xs.to/pics/05444/DSCN1601.jpg" border="0" height="250" width="333" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://xs53.xs.to/pics/05444/DSCN1752.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://xs53.xs.to/pics/05444/DSCN1752.jpg" border="0" height="250" width="333" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;click to enlarge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://xs53.xs.to/pics/05444/DSCN1185.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://xs53.xs.to/pics/05444/DSCN1625.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://xs53.xs.to/pics/05444/weataria.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://xs53.xs.to/pics/05444/DSCN1187.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://xs53.xs.to/pics/05444/DSCN1779.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://xs53.xs.to/pics/05444/DSCN1892.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://xs53.xs.to/pics/05444/usatbrisbanebeach.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://xs53.xs.to/pics/05444/carswithnames.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;*** animal instinct ***&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://xs53.xs.to/pics/05444/kingofthebay.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the king of the bay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://xs53.xs.to/pics/05444/zorropunkbird.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://xs53.xs.to/pics/05444/strollinginthepark.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;*** movie world ***&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://xs53.xs.to/pics/05444/supermancoaster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost 90 degrees to the ground plunge! What a ride. However, its still in the building process. &lt;img src="http://www.enetation.co.uk/smilies/sad.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://xs53.xs.to/pics/05444/DSCN1550.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://xs53.xs.to/pics/05445/shrek.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thats a pair of 4D glasses I'm wearing for the Shrek's 4D show. ;) Victor as Donkey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;*** shoop shoop ***&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://xs53.xs.to/pics/05444/brisbaneshop.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) betty boop cushion, rad slips, awesome tee from ice, 2 pre-printed tees from voodoo girl, roxy shell necklace, several natural gems shell necklaces.&lt;br /&gt;2) dc pencil case, icon belt, 5 pairs of bond socks, 2 pillow case sets, target go green bag, naturally blonde boardshorts, jays mini, jays black pants, forever 18 preppy polo.&lt;br /&gt;3) 2 dreamcatchers, roxy deluxe spot bag.&lt;br /&gt;4) giant tennis ball from toys'a'rus, cute babydoll dress from supre, preppy blouse from mooloola, pacific cliff beaded bracelets and necklaces, cross-word puzzle book, roxy pencil case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;As mentioned, I've like a 1,000 more. Not sure, if I should put up more. Please let me know if you've had enough or you're game for more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i.xanga.com/Alice/propeller.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13336868-113103385786189887?l=bling2styluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bling2styluz.blogspot.com/feeds/113103385786189887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13336868&amp;postID=113103385786189887&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13336868/posts/default/113103385786189887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13336868/posts/default/113103385786189887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bling2styluz.blogspot.com/2005/11/visual-parade.html' title='visual parade'/><author><name>Rachel-Marie W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08671152713824177682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nirx81DRdFg/SDlrFZ15bbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FGo63XqLr_A/S220/rmarie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13336868.post-113073908964020522</id><published>2005-10-31T13:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T21:31:33.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello people! I'm back! Brisbane was so fun, I was thinking of migration the whole time I was there but the thingies there are so effin' expensive, I didn't get much. I can't fill in much now, I've about a 1,000 pictures with Shinova and they're taking years to get uploaded to some server. You'll probably faint if I was to post them all here in a single entry so I will just put up my favorite ones.. which would definitely take a long time. The clouds there are so amazing, Singapore is so not cool. I think at least 100 out of the 1000 pictures we took are clouds. Okay, till next time. Peektures.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13336868-113073908964020522?l=bling2styluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bling2styluz.blogspot.com/feeds/113073908964020522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13336868&amp;postID=113073908964020522&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13336868/posts/default/113073908964020522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13336868/posts/default/113073908964020522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bling2styluz.blogspot.com/2005/10/hello-people-im-back-brisbane-was-so.html' title='&lt;img src=&quot;http://xs53.xs.to/pics/05441/dancingclouds.gif&quot; border=&quot;0&quot;&gt;'/><author><name>Rachel-Marie W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08671152713824177682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nirx81DRdFg/SDlrFZ15bbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FGo63XqLr_A/S220/rmarie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13336868.post-113014081023558311</id><published>2005-10-24T14:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T16:24:56.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In less than five hours, Shinova and I will be on the Emirates flying off from this way too boring island. I've been ranting and ranting too much of how I just want to get on a plane, any plane, to somewhere, just anywhere so I'm so effin thrilled to start the trip, even if its not Bangkok along with its Suan Lum. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One bad thing though.. I bought a black bag, a black blazer and another pair of denim shorts yesterday. So much for guilty pleasure and to think the trip has yet to start! Now I have to make-do with a 100 dollars short.. I hate to think they have bigger malls there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don went to church with my mom, Shinova and I yesterday. We were so excited to see him because we've not seen him with a hairless head like never! You should know he's the guy with the big mop hair. So we were all waiting to rub his shiny head, I was so prepared to get myself crackin like cracken but no, he just had to wear an ivy cap.. &lt;img src="http://i.xanga.com/Alice/19_indifferent.gif" border="0"&gt; So not fun! &lt;br /&gt;Well I guess army wouldn't change him one bit, he is still as vain as ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got to double-check my &lt;i&gt;things to bring&lt;/i&gt; list. I'm like responsible for everything since he is too lazy to bring stuffs.. like the cellphone charger. &lt;img src="http://i.xanga.com/Alice/Smileyrolleyes.gif" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so long darlings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something's wrong with my comment box, or I should say my computer. I just can't seem to post any comments up on my blog or any elses. So in the meantime, I'll do replies here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#ff3366"&gt;zee&lt;/font&gt;: I'll call you when I'm back. Please promise to cheer up. I love you. &lt;img src="http://www.xanga.com/Images/smiley1.gif" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#6666ff"&gt;daffy&lt;/font&gt;: They're cute in some way or another but if such convos happens too often, it can get scary. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#ff3366"&gt;wxsie:y&lt;/font&gt;: I wanna dive dive dive too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#6666ff"&gt;anttt/kris&lt;/font&gt;: no, you know we rule. &lt;img src="http://i.xanga.com/Alice/LaughingAgua.gif" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way I've just done 3 sites. My temp online &lt;a href="http://bling2styluz.existhost.com" target="_blank"&gt;portfolio&lt;/a&gt;, a pro B2C &lt;a href="http://juicyluxury.existhost.com" target="_blank"&gt;fashion&lt;/a&gt; website for a school proj and &lt;a href="http://soundrealms.existhost.com" target="_blank"&gt;Sound Realms&lt;/a&gt;. The 3rd has yet to be completed and I know it ain't nice at all (I'm being paid peanuts, who gives?) so please tell me how I should improve if need be. Thanks! &lt;img src="http://i.xanga.com/Alice/goodjob.gif" border="0"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13336868-113014081023558311?l=bling2styluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bling2styluz.blogspot.com/feeds/113014081023558311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13336868&amp;postID=113014081023558311&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13336868/posts/default/113014081023558311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13336868/posts/default/113014081023558311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bling2styluz.blogspot.com/2005/10/in-less-than-five-hours-shinova-and-i.html' title='&lt;img src=&quot;http://i.xanga.com/Alice/SmileyWave.gif&quot; border=&quot;0&quot;&gt;'/><author><name>Rachel-Marie W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08671152713824177682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nirx81DRdFg/SDlrFZ15bbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FGo63XqLr_A/S220/rmarie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13336868.post-112975483889621094</id><published>2005-10-20T03:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T04:56:14.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tut/moan. squeal/squelch.</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="#9fccb7"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Good news everyone!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;img src="http://xs51.xs.to/pics/05423/farns.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been listening to Positive Tension all day. I know its old but it's somewhat a recollection of Anttt in her boxers jumping on the bed and Kris drawing herself a moustache with her eyeliner. I MISS YOU ANTTT EFFIN' BAND KRIS WHOA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Peiwen, Shinova and I went over to Tita Nora's house on Tuesday. The home is so lovely! Everywhere is so woody. It's exactly what you would see in a Javanese house. I would have given it a 10 dash 10 but one thing, all four corners of every ceiling had floral prints! Its so NO NO! I'm sure am glad I'm not her daughter. Still, she's nice and the woody stuffs around her den are effin' nice. But the flowers are so no no. &lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this is a very big reminder that I should start cleaning up my room again.. after my trip.. And then.. I think I'm going to take pictures so you kids can see my eclectic assortment of junk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! And according to Tita Nora, Peiwen is the new Barbie. &lt;img src="http://i.xanga.com/Alice/AliceSmileyAnimatedWink.gif" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;font color="#ec008c"&gt;Woman! You're so the new pink lak!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Tita Nora's, we went over to Jonas'. There's this note in his kitchen that says 'M is for Mother, not Maid.' Mm, so true. Kids, learn to love your mothers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four We's watched In the Blue at Cine. It was not too bad, unexpected storyline so it was nice.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So once we were out of the blue, Shinova and I left the cute couple and went to Old Airport road for supper. Very she-yoke. I happily rate Tuesday great! &lt;img src="http://i.xanga.com/Alice/25_coolguy.gif" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom was talking to his mom on the phone today and she said something which almost made me drop off the chair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Xi wang ta men ke ye yi qi chang chang jiu jiu.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;I hope they can be together forever..&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His mom, "Dui lo dui lo!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;I second that!&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$#@&lt;img src="http://i.xanga.com/Alice/Smileyeek.gif" border="0"&gt;%#$^! Since when was my mom that mushy?! &lt;br /&gt;SHUDDERS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13336868-112975483889621094?l=bling2styluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bling2styluz.blogspot.com/feeds/112975483889621094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13336868&amp;postID=112975483889621094&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13336868/posts/default/112975483889621094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13336868/posts/default/112975483889621094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bling2styluz.blogspot.com/2005/10/tutmoan-squealsquelch_20.html' title='tut/moan. squeal/squelch.'/><author><name>Rachel-Marie W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08671152713824177682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nirx81DRdFg/SDlrFZ15bbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FGo63XqLr_A/S220/rmarie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13336868.post-112957152404516708</id><published>2005-10-18T01:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T14:37:14.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dancing through tuesdays.</title><content type='html'>Please don't ask me why. Flight to Hong Kong got cancelled. BUT.... in 6 days, we will leaving on Emirates to Gold Coast! Sad to say, not much of photography this time &lt;img src="http://i.xanga.com/Alice/19_indifferent.gif" border="0"&gt; but definitely gonna have a good time doing all those rides. Best of all, we will be staying in Aria Broadbeach! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.totaltravel.com.au/photos/aria-apartments/main.jpg" border="0"&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.totaltravel.com.au/photos/aria-apartments/room.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now who says my life isn't effin' whoa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shinova gave me a surprise yesterday morning. He was so sweet to cycle all the way down from Sengkang in the wee hours of the morning. According to his stop-watch, he took an approximately 2 hours, 5 minutes and 3.5 seconds to reach. I was at all smiles when I met him and he made me laugh a hundred times more than the usual when I saw him geared up like a hiking extremist. I mean who would cycle through Sengkang, down Defu lane, time himself at an unknown checkpoint in Katong and bring himself to Tanjong Rhu road at 5 in the morning?! Definitely none other than my sweet boy who actually carried a big bag stuffed with a water bottle, extra clothings, face towel and other contents which I didn't quite get a good look at. &lt;img src="http://www.xanga.com/Images/smiley1.gif" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#ec008c"&gt;wxsie.y&lt;/font&gt;: hahaha.. so cute ah your bf.. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#ec008c"&gt;wxsie.y&lt;/font&gt;: he really preparing for army ah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#00adef"&gt;no condemnation&lt;/font&gt;: lol he's really funny la... he actually brought extra clothings and towel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#ec008c"&gt;wxsie.y&lt;/font&gt;: HAHAHA.. he preparing himself already.. good. well-prepared. tell him singapore need he this kind of man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urp! No thanks Peiwen. I wouldn't want him to act gung ho and sign on army. We have yet to finish off school years especially when school eats up 3/4 of his time. &lt;img src="http://www.enetation.co.uk/smilies/nonono.gif" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be going to Auntie Nora's house later with Peiwen to give her ideas for our church's MOH dinner followed by 'In The Blue' at town with Shinova and Peiwen's boyfriend. Whoop! Fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;font color="#00adef"&gt;Alas! I can say goodbye to Lasalle for the year.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13336868-112957152404516708?l=bling2styluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bling2styluz.blogspot.com/feeds/112957152404516708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13336868&amp;postID=112957152404516708&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13336868/posts/default/112957152404516708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13336868/posts/default/112957152404516708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bling2styluz.blogspot.com/2005/10/dancing-through-tuesdays.html' title='dancing through tuesdays.'/><author><name>Rachel-Marie W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08671152713824177682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nirx81DRdFg/SDlrFZ15bbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FGo63XqLr_A/S220/rmarie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13336868.post-112940038307616265</id><published>2005-10-16T02:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T02:19:43.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-</title><content type='html'>I'm getting tired smiling for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13336868-112940038307616265?l=bling2styluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bling2styluz.blogspot.com/feeds/112940038307616265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13336868&amp;postID=112940038307616265&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13336868/posts/default/112940038307616265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13336868/posts/default/112940038307616265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bling2styluz.blogspot.com/2005/10/blog-post_16.html' title='-'/><author><name>Rachel-Marie W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08671152713824177682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nirx81DRdFg/SDlrFZ15bbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FGo63XqLr_A/S220/rmarie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13336868.post-112931373712118520</id><published>2005-10-15T01:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-15T02:15:37.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the trip baby!</title><content type='html'>Did a showcase in the Video Production Studio which ended at 9pm today. I can now kick my boots off and hang loose. The holidays are going to be perfect. I have a company website to do and I've also been offered an internship at NTU. I can just feel God's undeserved favor and blessings showering apon me. Good opportunities whereby I can earn money plus receive exposure don't come easy but they did! Now I won't have to laze around too much and grow reluctant fats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i.xanga.com/Alice/sunnySmiley.gif" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://xs50.xs.to/pics/05415/sr_logo.gif" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A logo I've just done for the company I'm working for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A week more and we'll be on the fly baby!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13336868-112931373712118520?l=bling2styluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bling2styluz.blogspot.com/feeds/112931373712118520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13336868&amp;postID=112931373712118520&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13336868/posts/default/112931373712118520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13336868/posts/default/112931373712118520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bling2styluz.blogspot.com/2005/10/trip-baby.html' title='the trip baby!'/><author><name>Rachel-Marie W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08671152713824177682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nirx81DRdFg/SDlrFZ15bbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FGo63XqLr_A/S220/rmarie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13336868.post-112904581984004639</id><published>2005-10-11T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T00:09:33.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I went to school today to shoot a video for our major timebased authoring project. The superstars of the day were Jerry's four hamsters. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;u&gt;The Storyline&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One plane..&lt;br /&gt;Ham Airways..&lt;br /&gt;4 survivors..&lt;br /&gt;An island..&lt;br /&gt;Invisible and also visually funny monsters..&lt;br /&gt;One down, more to go..&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya, sounds very familiar. Its so corny i know! But the four cuteness are total hit points.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://xs50.xs.to/pics/05412/fourhamsters.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The superhams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;They were so lazy! They slept so much, we actually took about 4 hours &lt;br /&gt;just to get a minute's video done. But alright, they are so adorable, I shan't blame them.&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://xs50.xs.to/pics/05412/newpsstash.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Newbies today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="large" color="#440e62"&gt;&lt;b&gt;but i still want my dark alliance II: baldur's gate!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't find it anywhere! &lt;img src="http://www.xanga.com/Images/smiley2.gif" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;Please someone, anyone! Give me one?&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13336868-112904581984004639?l=bling2styluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bling2styluz.blogspot.com/feeds/112904581984004639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13336868&amp;postID=112904581984004639&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13336868/posts/default/112904581984004639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13336868/posts/default/112904581984004639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bling2styluz.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-went-to-school-today-to-shoot-video.html' title='&lt;img src=&quot;http://i.xanga.com/Alice/sunnySmiley.gif&quot; border=&quot;0&quot;&gt;'/><author><name>Rachel-Marie W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08671152713824177682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nirx81DRdFg/SDlrFZ15bbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FGo63XqLr_A/S220/rmarie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13336868.post-112897021010875699</id><published>2005-10-11T02:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T03:11:34.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hello good day</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;font color="#00adef"&gt;&lt;b&gt;12 more days to HONG KONG&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the flight has been confirmed. Shinova and I will be on the plane destined for the city of crazy neon lights in a week plus half. Finally everyone will no longer hear me ranting about Bangkok, Bintan and my Suan Lum market. Hong Kong is just as perfect. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://xs50.xs.to/pics/05411/hk1.jpg" border="0"&gt; &lt;img src="http://xs50.xs.to/pics/05411/hk2.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Whoot! And I can't wait to do more photography. &lt;img src="http://i.xanga.com/Alice/goodjob.gif" border="0"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://xs50.xs.to/pics/05411/hk3.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our sixth month together. We walked around Katong for about an hour and hit home after that for the playstation. Well not exactly, he had the console all to himself cuz I had only single player games. =/ But still we had a great time (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry Curt for not attending your birthday 'celeb. Sure hope you had a good time with our oldish mob. We will have a get together soon, an okay promise ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peektures as promised. Apologies for the pixelated visuals. I have to make do with just a camera phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://xs50.xs.to/pics/05411/mybabies.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brothers are rockafellas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://xs50.xs.to/pics/05411/weirdtoad.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week, Shinova and I saw this very weird looking toad &lt;br /&gt;while taking a walk around my condo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://xs50.xs.to/pics/05411/dxospot.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lighting at DXO. I like this picture. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://xs50.xs.to/pics/05411/16postage.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The $16 postage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://xs50.xs.to/pics/05411/psII.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was in the $16 mail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://xs50.xs.to/pics/05411/ps2stash.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old stash which I can finally play again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;(Thanks Moley! You are the kindest.)&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://xs50.xs.to/pics/05411/psbruise.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urm okay, there was this very silly klutz. One day, She received a game console as a surprise. This made her very ecstatic, her middle finger just had to smash onto the door when she was running around the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am totally clueless why the middle finger but I was definitely not doing any international sign. &lt;img src="http://i.xanga.com/Alice/19_indifferent.gif" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://xs50.xs.to/pics/05411/darkalliance2.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh! Now that I have a playstation, I want my baldur's gate back! Anyone willing to give me theirs?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13336868-112897021010875699?l=bling2styluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bling2styluz.blogspot.com/feeds/112897021010875699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13336868&amp;postID=112897021010875699&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13336868/posts/default/112897021010875699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13336868/posts/default/112897021010875699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bling2styluz.blogspot.com/2005/10/hello-good-day.html' title='hello good day'/><author><name>Rachel-Marie W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08671152713824177682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nirx81DRdFg/SDlrFZ15bbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FGo63XqLr_A/S220/rmarie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13336868.post-112889244988863658</id><published>2005-10-10T01:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T18:30:20.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>six going seven after nineteen.</title><content type='html'>[edit:]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you're reading: &lt;font color="#FF0066"&gt;&lt;b&gt;HAPPY 184 DAYS&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;, thanks for making me feel special during these six months. &lt;img src="http://i.xanga.com/Alice/Animatedshysmile.gif" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry guys, no time for good entries. Just four more days till celebration hooray. You know how hell works in school during pre-holidays. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trackback&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;font color="#cccccc"&gt;sunday&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Blessed HC serving&lt;br /&gt;+&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Church with Shinova &amp; momma&lt;br /&gt;+&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Dinner at Pastamania with Shinova&lt;br /&gt;+&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Superb banana/choco pizza &lt;small&gt;(Thanks Ogy!)&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;font color="#cccccc"&gt;saturday&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I received a PS2 slim in a $16 postage! Jeffrey my very kind neighbour had it delivered right at my doorstep even though he was in LA. My first birthday gift this year. I know its too early. &lt;img src="http://i.xanga.com/Alice/Smileylol.gif" border="0"&gt; What God knew I wanted, He provided. &lt;small&gt;(Thanks Moley!)&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://xs49.xs.to/pics/05400/ps2.gif" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;God's undeserved favor, I didn't even have to spend a cent for the PS2!&lt;br /&gt;+&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;DXO with Shinova &amp; friends and yes, we clubbed &lt;img src="http://i.xanga.com/Alice/yes.gif" border="0"&gt; eheh&lt;br /&gt;-&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I was semi-drunk, not drunk.&lt;br /&gt;?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Boring crowd, good ambience.&lt;br /&gt;+&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;We had a good time, I hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have peektures. Next entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People, the ones who pay attention to the outcast are the great. Learn to say thank-you. &lt;img src="http://www.xanga.com/Images/smiley1.gif" border="0"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13336868-112889244988863658?l=bling2styluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bling2styluz.blogspot.com/feeds/112889244988863658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13336868&amp;postID=112889244988863658&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13336868/posts/default/112889244988863658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13336868/posts/default/112889244988863658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bling2styluz.blogspot.com/2005/10/six-going-seven-after-nineteen.html' title='six going seven after nineteen.'/><author><name>Rachel-Marie W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08671152713824177682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nirx81DRdFg/SDlrFZ15bbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FGo63XqLr_A/S220/rmarie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13336868.post-112836198045676734</id><published>2005-10-04T00:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T14:08:02.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>&gt;&gt;</title><content type='html'>[edit:]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back from a 10 minutes quiz at school. &lt;img src="http://i.xanga.com/Alice/19_indifferent.gif" border="0"&gt; Corpse Bride with Shinova later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trackback&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;font color="#cccccc"&gt;now&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;95% I'll get my new cuteness soon&lt;br /&gt;+&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;You're right about true friends wxsie :) You are definitely one of them.&lt;br /&gt;+&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;No more buying. Start selling.&lt;br /&gt;+&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Long break less than two weeks from now&lt;br /&gt;+&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Bintan/Somewhere cooler less than a month from now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;font color="#cccccc"&gt;monday&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Dinner at fish'n'co with Shinova&lt;br /&gt;-&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I spilled water over the table, Shinova almost knocked the table down.&lt;br /&gt;+&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;It was funny&lt;br /&gt;?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;We two are the real klutz&lt;br /&gt;-&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I missed school today&lt;br /&gt;-&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I lied about the fever &lt;img src="http://i.xanga.com/Alice/Smileyrolleyes.gif" border="0"&gt; but I did have migraine switches&lt;br /&gt;-&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;A lot of window shopping online today &lt;small&gt;wxsie we've got to stop&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Had a good time with Shinova&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;font color="#cccccc"&gt;sunday&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Did a lot of Ebaying. I'm a total sinner.&lt;br /&gt;+&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Church with Shinova and Don. Very, very happy.&lt;br /&gt;+&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Bought a little cross for Shinova's home door&lt;br /&gt;+&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Bought a lovely top at Mango &lt;br /&gt;-&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I almost gave us up for nothingness :(&lt;br /&gt;?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Heart knows reasons that reasons doesn't know&lt;br /&gt;+&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I have a very loving boyfriend :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just counting my blessings day by day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13336868-112836198045676734?l=bling2styluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bling2styluz.blogspot.com/feeds/112836198045676734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13336868&amp;postID=112836198045676734&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13336868/posts/default/112836198045676734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13336868/posts/default/112836198045676734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bling2styluz.blogspot.com/2005/10/blog-post_04.html' title='&gt;&gt;'/><author><name>Rachel-Marie W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08671152713824177682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nirx81DRdFg/SDlrFZ15bbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FGo63XqLr_A/S220/rmarie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13336868.post-112826881931319777</id><published>2005-10-03T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T00:17:18.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-</title><content type='html'>I don't know what to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best friends don't last forever. Even if they do, they never act like one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;I've tried.. can't you see?&lt;/small&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13336868-112826881931319777?l=bling2styluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bling2styluz.blogspot.com/feeds/112826881931319777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13336868&amp;postID=112826881931319777&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13336868/posts/default/112826881931319777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13336868/posts/default/112826881931319777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bling2styluz.blogspot.com/2005/10/blog-post_03.html' title='-'/><author><name>Rachel-Marie W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08671152713824177682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nirx81DRdFg/SDlrFZ15bbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FGo63XqLr_A/S220/rmarie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13336868.post-112815931005676760</id><published>2005-10-01T17:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-01T17:35:10.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>X</title><content type='html'>No fair! Just when I felt I've been a good girl and its time to play, everyone's not free! Shinova is out with his brother. =/ Hafiz is going out with his brother. Everyone's going out with their brother! Even my brother is not free! Lia is tired. (excuses) Casie is sleeping. Rozi is out with her boyfriend. Ufgh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13336868-112815931005676760?l=bling2styluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bling2styluz.blogspot.com/feeds/112815931005676760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13336868&amp;postID=112815931005676760&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13336868/posts/default/112815931005676760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13336868/posts/default/112815931005676760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bling2styluz.blogspot.com/2005/10/x.html' title='X'/><author><name>Rachel-Marie W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08671152713824177682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nirx81DRdFg/SDlrFZ15bbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FGo63XqLr_A/S220/rmarie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13336868.post-112815311863358388</id><published>2005-10-01T15:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-01T16:56:57.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hello world</title><content type='html'>Shinova is in some bf2 comp at Funan now, out with his brother later. A very good day for me to finish off what I have been procrastinating about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#666666"&gt;&lt;s&gt;Issues in media art paper.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;small&gt;Phew! 1 down, 4 more to go.&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B2C fashion website.&lt;br /&gt;Critique major website.&lt;br /&gt;Soundrealms website.&lt;br /&gt;Timebased authoring video. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A whole lot of junk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13336868-112815311863358388?l=bling2styluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bling2styluz.blogspot.com/feeds/112815311863358388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13336868&amp;postID=112815311863358388&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13336868/posts/default/112815311863358388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13336868/posts/default/112815311863358388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bling2styluz.blogspot.com/2005/10/hello-world.html' title='hello world'/><author><name>Rachel-Marie W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08671152713824177682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nirx81DRdFg/SDlrFZ15bbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FGo63XqLr_A/S220/rmarie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13336868.post-112811428085533543</id><published>2005-10-01T05:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-01T05:04:40.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*</title><content type='html'>I was recalling about what we talked about just now. About my past and what you think were very happy days. But you know what? I have much more happier days with you. &lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13336868-112811428085533543?l=bling2styluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bling2styluz.blogspot.com/feeds/112811428085533543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13336868&amp;postID=112811428085533543&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13336868/posts/default/112811428085533543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13336868/posts/default/112811428085533543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bling2styluz.blogspot.com/2005/10/blog-post.html' title='*'/><author><name>Rachel-Marie W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08671152713824177682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nirx81DRdFg/SDlrFZ15bbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FGo63XqLr_A/S220/rmarie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13336868.post-112811267933899539</id><published>2005-10-01T04:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-01T22:05:01.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>woof</title><content type='html'>Watched Lords of Dogtown with Shinova today. Not good, very very disappointing. I wanted to like it, but I was seriously flipping bored to tears, there was no compelling story. Its really weird how people can give it a &lt;img src="http://xs48.xs.to/pics/05396/100.gif" border="0"&gt;. So very over-rated.&lt;br /&gt;And I heard they have an unrated version?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13336868-112811267933899539?l=bling2styluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bling2styluz.blogspot.com/feeds/112811267933899539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13336868&amp;postID=112811267933899539&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13336868/posts/default/112811267933899539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13336868/posts/default/112811267933899539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bling2styluz.blogspot.com/2005/10/woof.html' title='woof'/><author><name>Rachel-Marie W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08671152713824177682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nirx81DRdFg/SDlrFZ15bbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FGo63XqLr_A/S220/rmarie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13336868.post-112801127678057094</id><published>2005-09-30T00:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T00:29:38.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>=)</title><content type='html'>I watched this little flash &lt;a href="http://ecards.worshiptogether.com/soldierStory/captCooperECard.swf" target="_blank"&gt;movie&lt;/a&gt; a month back. Back then, for no reason, I hesitated to share it with everyone but hey! It is never stupid to share your blessings with others. No weapon formed against us shall prosper!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: When you are down to nothing, God is up to something!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13336868-112801127678057094?l=bling2styluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bling2styluz.blogspot.com/feeds/112801127678057094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13336868&amp;postID=112801127678057094&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13336868/posts/default/112801127678057094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13336868/posts/default/112801127678057094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bling2styluz.blogspot.com/2005/09/blog-post.html' title='=)'/><author><name>Rachel-Marie W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08671152713824177682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nirx81DRdFg/SDlrFZ15bbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FGo63XqLr_A/S220/rmarie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13336868.post-112800916989265236</id><published>2005-09-29T23:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T00:33:44.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>no lies, just love</title><content type='html'>My sister &amp; I gave our mummy a huge surprise yesterday when she entered the door of our home &amp;amp; had a big group of relatives crowding around her singing the birthday song. She was like so shocked and overjoyed that she had tears, it was good to see her so happy. It is really heartwarming to see our big family so united and especially get so excited over the surprise plan. It went really well, almost everyone told huge pack of lies to my mama just not to arise her suspicions. My auntie told my mom she was VERY busy when my mom called her to ask if she was free for dinner. My sister told our mom to come home early because she had to try on the Anne Klein gown my sister bought for her and was going to bring us to a very high class restaurant. PS: My mummy always doesn't come home early. Yeah, I have a very hip mother. She does lots of shopping and movies.&lt;br /&gt;I too lied to my mom that I had a lot of assignments to complete and couldn't go for the dinner. Hehe you know what they say about white lies. I will do peektures soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for today, Shinova and I were supposed to catch the Lords of Dogtown but he came over instead and we watched 'Red Eye' on DVD. It feels a lot better when you go budget yet still get to do something with your loved one. We had chili crabs for &lt;i&gt;tea&lt;/i&gt; cooked by my step dad, the one and only man in the house. The crabs were supposed to be reserve for the reunion dinner later in the evening but they were too good to resist. Of course, we left some for the rest. :-D My relatives once again came over around 7pm for chili crabs, butter crabs, cold crabs, chicken rice, bobo hitam and lots of kuehs. Shinova &amp;amp; I ate chili crabs again without feeling that guilty this time. A very good day indeed. What to say, I have a big God who is my righteousness. He brightens up my every day. Watch &lt;a href="http://fathersloveletter.com/fllpreviewlarge.html" target="_blank"&gt; this&lt;/a&gt;! (Thanks Peiwen)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh Ooh! The 'CSI wannabe' series on channel 8 at 9pm is so retarded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Doom 3 is FUN.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13336868-112800916989265236?l=bling2styluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bling2styluz.blogspot.com/feeds/112800916989265236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13336868&amp;postID=112800916989265236&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13336868/posts/default/112800916989265236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13336868/posts/default/112800916989265236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bling2styluz.blogspot.com/2005/09/no-lies-just-love.html' title='no lies, just love'/><author><name>Rachel-Marie W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08671152713824177682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nirx81DRdFg/SDlrFZ15bbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FGo63XqLr_A/S220/rmarie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13336868.post-112766727421965285</id><published>2005-09-26T00:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T01:02:03.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>funk wheel drive</title><content type='html'>I had a really relaxing weekend. Qu|kz's birthday was a blast. The weather was just right. The food was ooh lala. The luge ride was the most exciting thing of the week. I could go on like forever but I'm too tired from all the fun. I have yet to receive the rest of the photographs from Qu|kz so below's what I've got for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://xs47.xs.to/pics/05380/rasaswim.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://xs47.xs.to/pics/05380/coastes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;The Satisfied Ones&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://xs47.xs.to/pics/05380/DSC00344.JPG" border="0" height="300" width="400"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;A Weekend Affair&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://xs47.xs.to/pics/05380/rasaroom.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what got Valentino on the move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://xs47.xs.to/pics/05380/46375060_f14257a196_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Poor Valentino. The girls were tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Siloso had this arabian night event. I think it was a failure. Jade said the dancers aka newbies were trying to do those erotic moves and they couldn't. One of them actually forced herself onto guy. Sadly, the poor fella was turnoff. As for the fashion awards plus the foam party, it was a good thing I didn't go. The party sucked big time according to trusted sources. Thank goodness for Rasa. We had most of our fun in there. The only thing that got us out of Rasa's premises was the dinner fit for a king at Coastes and the luge. I swear there's more to talk about but I'm really tired.&lt;br /&gt;I will do more picture posts once the photographs get on the conveyor. Good night!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13336868-112766727421965285?l=bling2styluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bling2styluz.blogspot.com/feeds/112766727421965285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13336868&amp;postID=112766727421965285&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13336868/posts/default/112766727421965285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13336868/posts/default/112766727421965285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bling2styluz.blogspot.com/2005/09/funk-wheel-drive.html' title='funk wheel drive'/><author><name>Rachel-Marie W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08671152713824177682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nirx81DRdFg/SDlrFZ15bbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FGo63XqLr_A/S220/rmarie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13336868.post-112694022110378038</id><published>2005-09-17T14:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-17T21:59:57.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>greetings from the bedroom</title><content type='html'>I totally forgot to update you guys on the outcome of my unfortunate &lt;a href="http://bling2styluz.blogspot.com/2005/07/state-of-drama.html" target="_blank"&gt;incident&lt;/a&gt;. Well, its good. The &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cheena&lt;/span&gt; lunatic has been charged with eight years in the lockup and spared not of the rod - eight times. I don't know if I should get excited or relieved or whatever. My sister said its too much an amercement for an old &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cheena&lt;/span&gt; man. But even said so, there's nothing we can do. Ugf! I shouldn't be thinking about this anymore. The thought of someone being in the Changi big cage because of me is haunting enough. I hope before the eight years are over, he would forget what put him in the cell. x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh Ooh! The Longest Yard was really fun to watch. The reoccurring Macdonald's Cheeseburger Eddy with his "&lt;font color="#FF0000"&gt;I knew you couldn't resist my shit! I got the shakes that'll make you quake. I got the fries that'll cross your eyes. I got that burgers that'll... I just got burgers.&lt;/font&gt;" was super hilarious. I like Dalip Singh as Turley best. It got me and Shinova laughing unbearably like pigs snorting whenever Turley talks and the yellow subtitles just had to come up. What made the whole thing so cute was the fact that we could actually understand what he was talking about without the subtitles on but that wouldn't make any Funniness Factor now, would it? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out Dalip Singh as himself, the body slammer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.bodyslamming.com/other/pics/giantsingh.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, now check him out in The Longest Yard as Gentle Giant Turley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://xs46.xs.to/pics/05376/longestyardthe02.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay urm, he doesn't look so gentle there. I'll try to get a picture from the movie with a gentler side of him soon. I swear he is so adorable..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up, Red Eye and the Roman Polanski film 'Oliver Twist'!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.science.edu.sg/ssc/otmovie.jsp?artid=7071&amp;type=8&amp;amp;root=0&amp;parent=0&amp;amp;cat=78"&gt;&lt;img src="http://xs46.xs.to/pics/05376/7071_325_logo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be going to the Fighter Pilot: Operation Red Flag at the Science Centre now with Shinova and his brother. Wish me fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13336868-112694022110378038?l=bling2styluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bling2styluz.blogspot.com/feeds/112694022110378038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13336868&amp;postID=112694022110378038&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13336868/posts/default/112694022110378038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13336868/posts/default/112694022110378038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bling2styluz.blogspot.com/2005/09/greetings-from-bedroom.html' title='greetings from the bedroom'/><author><name>Rachel-Marie W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08671152713824177682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nirx81DRdFg/SDlrFZ15bbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FGo63XqLr_A/S220/rmarie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13336868.post-112629690460855392</id><published>2005-09-10T03:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-10T04:19:42.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>5 months down</title><content type='html'>Randoms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://xs45.xs.to/pics/05365/spongebob.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, V.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://xs45.xs.to/pics/05365/casper.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His chihuahua. Casper so does not look like one. You should see his &lt;br /&gt;size. He is really huge for a chihuahua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://xs45.xs.to/pics/05365/shinova.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my favorites. He doesn't like it though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://xs45.xs.to/pics/05365/coldplay.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mine, from him. Coldplay is a rather big bully, word. &lt;br /&gt;I will post up the evidence in a form of a short clip soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://xs45.xs.to/pics/05365/textlove.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is the little things in life that makes me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://xs45.xs.to/pics/05365/victorachel.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://xs45.xs.to/pics/05365/ustwo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;154&lt;/span&gt; Days baby :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More randoms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;(to make up for the 'missing' entries)&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://xs45.xs.to/pics/05365/carryjann.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not belittle we little ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://xs45.xs.to/pics/05365/rebelus.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't look happy, but I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://xs45.xs.to/pics/05365/liarachdern.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lia. Your truly. Dern.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://xs45.xs.to/pics/05365/mummy.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama so sexy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://xs45.xs.to/pics/05365/subversiveus.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us, the three A&lt;i&gt;s&lt;/i&gt; (Akid, Asri &amp; Attica) and the ugly &lt;br /&gt;lighting at Subversive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More to come, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/13336868-112629690460855392?l=bling2styluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bling2styluz.blogspot.com/feeds/112629690460855392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13336868&amp;postID=112629690460855392&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13336868/posts/default/112629690460855392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13336868/posts/default/112629690460855392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bling2styluz.blogspot.com/2005/09/5-months-down.html' title='5 months down'/><author><name>Rachel-Marie W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08671152713824177682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nirx81DRdFg/SDlrFZ15bbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FGo63XqLr_A/S220/rmarie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13336868.post-112618183479260977</id><published>2005-09-08T19:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-09T20:43:12.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hello world</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;[edit:]&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The past two years wasn't worth a thing. This year is worth everything.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;***&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sorry people for the sudden absence again. Finally the major projects are here, I'm sweating my creative juice off. I know I can't complain, prolly cause I'm going on a well-deserved trip to &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Thailand&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; in October. I ensure myself a great one especially with my buds and boyfriend around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God has been so gracious to me. I managed to finish off my Director portfolio despite my lack of knowledge for that software. I disliked Director so much initially since Flash is like the God of all interactive web softwares. However two days before the dateline, I had a strange new perception about Director. I wasn't procrastinating and I wasn't refusing to acknowledge it like the usual past few weeks. I actually did my portfolio with not much problem at all. In fact, I kind of like Director now. How ludicrous it is to have actually completed the project in barely 2 days. To have actually done it with no help at all. And to actually have interest in the very thing I disliked. God definitely works in amazing ways.&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;Okay truth here. I don't enjoy blogging anymore. Well, at least not here. It gets rather tiring when you have to do other websites which don't belong to you and you get paid peanuts or none at all. I've got myself a .com domain recently for free. One word... ugly. It has google ads! You know how they rearrange the layout of your entire site and what makes the website user-friendly becomes a total turn off for every viewer.&lt;br /&gt;Lesson learnt - nothing comes free. Free comes with freebies aka google ads.&lt;br /&gt;So either I find a very cheap host, do a satisfied good website which I can be proud of, NO google ads and go wordpress or I have to stay dependant on blogspot and be &lt;/o:p&gt;a dormant user. I will say my verdict soon the next time I return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13336868-112618183479260977?l=bling2styluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bling2styluz.blogspot.com/feeds/112618183479260977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13336868&amp;postID=112618183479260977&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13336868/posts/default/112618183479260977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13336868/posts/default/112618183479260977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bling2styluz.blogspot.com/2005/09/hello-world.html' title='hello world'/><author><name>Rachel-Marie W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08671152713824177682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nirx81DRdFg/SDlrFZ15bbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FGo63XqLr_A/S220/rmarie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13336868.post-112412918170794296</id><published>2005-08-16T02:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T17:24:13.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>why</title><content type='html'>maybe i should take a step back..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;but i love you.&lt;/small&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13336868-112412918170794296?l=bling2styluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bling2styluz.blogspot.com/feeds/112412918170794296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13336868&amp;postID=112412918170794296&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13336868/posts/default/112412918170794296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13336868/posts/default/112412918170794296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bling2styluz.blogspot.com/2005/08/why.html' title='why'/><author><name>Rachel-Marie W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08671152713824177682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nirx81DRdFg/SDlrFZ15bbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FGo63XqLr_A/S220/rmarie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13336868.post-112360334749736350</id><published>2005-08-09T23:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T03:18:14.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>long time coming</title><content type='html'>I know this site has turned morbid and the stats on my counter have dropped drastically ever since I've stopped blogging. No I'm not having writer's block and no I'm not that busy. I just lost the interest of blogging. Reason could be because I kind of hate the look of my site. I prolly might change my URL along with the layout speaking of which, I have just made an account at &lt;a href="http://www.negimaki.com" target="_blank"&gt;Negimaki.com&lt;/a&gt;. You have to go through an interview in order to get an account. They have been nice so I should try to get my interest in blogging back and start working on that site. I just did a &lt;a href="http://bling2styluz.uni.cc/" target="_blank"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt; for my critique class. The contents are still quite raw, I have to update soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for my incident with that psychopath, I am okay and well. Thanks everyone for your concern and well wishes. Thanks Amy :) I was really surprised to see your comment. Lynn cuzzie, thanks for the lovely bear. You are very sweet. Same goes for Amanda and Daphne. I am really touched. Zee, I'll see you at Samuel's party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have so many things to share but I have to do them in point form. I have to complete my thesis review by tonight. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I saw that psychopath a week back on board Bus 14 but that's okay. I had my classmates to act as my bodyguards.&lt;br /&gt;- Victor has got himself into World Skills Singapore for the 2nd time under the web design category. The last time was graphic design. All the best, love.&lt;br /&gt;- My room is going to have a new fresh coat of paint very soon.&lt;br /&gt;- Mr. Blackfish died three weeks ago.&lt;br /&gt;- The Island is the sex.&lt;br /&gt;- I watched Charlie and The Chocolate Factory today with my church friends and Victor. I give it 3/10. Three points for cute little Charlie. &lt;br /&gt;- Have been gaming rather frequently at egames with my classmates these past few weeks. Swat 4 and Dota. I'm still a noob at Dota though. &lt;br /&gt;- I have learned to forgive and to love the lost and the ones who hate.&lt;br /&gt;- Peiwen, now I know why tita Joy likes you a lot :)&lt;br /&gt;- My fishbowl started leaking a few days ago when my domestic helper accidentally knocked it onto the side of my table which a small crack was unfortunately formed.&lt;br /&gt;- My uncle bought me a really ugly fish tank. The one commonly used to keep hamsters. But I'm okay with it since he awarded me with four more fishes.&lt;br /&gt;- Victor also bought me a yellow fish. We named it Coldplay. We have to find it a partner soon.&lt;br /&gt;- I enjoyed FOP.&lt;br /&gt;- I am working on another song.&lt;br /&gt;- I need a new notebook.&lt;br /&gt;- I miss Bangkok.&lt;br /&gt;- I miss Israel.&lt;br /&gt;- I miss France.&lt;br /&gt;- I miss everything not local.&lt;br /&gt;- I wish I am just as important to Victor as XDA is to him.&lt;br /&gt;- Unlike others, I don't miss secondary school days. I just miss cranky Magdalene, Kimyee, Leefei, Rozi the sex, Samuel, Kenneth our dilemma singer and that's about it. &lt;br /&gt;- I have an idiot who keeps calling me at ungodly hours using a private line. After ignoring his calls like forever, I can't believe he still do not get my message :/&lt;br /&gt;- I love D&amp;B to the max, really. Ironically, Din keeps playing it 24/7 during tutorials, I think I will take a long vacation from that genre. &lt;br /&gt;- Next up, Cool Runnings on .avi (as promised, Vic.) and Bewitched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm having writer's block now. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Victor for all the time you have sacrificed for me and the effort you have put for our relationship during these past few months. The last hundred and twenty-four days have been wonderful. Will keep counting the days :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, happy belated national day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13336868-112360334749736350?l=bling2styluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bling2styluz.blogspot.com/feeds/112360334749736350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13336868&amp;postID=112360334749736350&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13336868/posts/default/112360334749736350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13336868/posts/default/112360334749736350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bling2styluz.blogspot.com/2005/08/long-time-coming.html' title='long time coming'/><author><name>Rachel-Marie W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08671152713824177682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nirx81DRdFg/SDlrFZ15bbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FGo63XqLr_A/S220/rmarie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13336868.post-112015557749861087</id><published>2005-07-01T01:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-02T04:00:36.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>state of drama</title><content type='html'>On the 30th Of June 2005, one night ago, something unforgettable happened. Sid, Qu|kz and I were walking from my place to the 24hr drive-in Mac for supper. We were taking the only route possible to our destination when we were stopped by some psychopath who was on a bicycle at the spot as shown below. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/153/4436/480/map.jpg"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The psychopath who happens to be a tall, skinny chinese man in his 40s was shouting at Qu|kz in malay at first. When he realised that Qu|kz is a chinese, he started hurling hokkien vulgurities at him as well as us. I started telling Sid and Qu|kz to keep walking and ignore him but the psychopath kept pacing up with us. Suddenly for no reason, he got off his bicycle and started using his bicycle chain lock to whack Qu|kz from the back. Though I was really scared, I put up a brave front and warned the psychopath that I would alert the police and I started making the 999 call. As Sid ran to call for help, the psychopath's glance was suddenly transfixed at me making the call and he started attacking me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/153/4436/500/injuries.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;My bruises&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as he attacked me, I fell into a state of shock and Qu|kz pushed the psychopath to another area, started punching him and eventually got him pinned down. As I was in a state of shock, I couldn't remember much and the next thing I knew, I was in the hospital. I remembered sitting in a wheelchair, telling my mom I couldn't remember anything and my head weighed like a million tonnes. Not long, I saw Victor by my side but I was too traumetized to talk much. When I woke up the next morning, I found Vic by my bedside and he said goodbye before he left for school. Felt really good to have him sleeping in my place for the whole night though I was so unaware of what exactly happened and that he was shivering in the full-blast airconditional living room. To cut the story short, Sid was crying really badly the whole night (I was worst) and Qu|kz has much more injuries than me. His lips are pretty swollen and his chest, head including other areas are bruised badly. I forgot to take pictures of his wounds so sorry! Or maybe you should count yourself lucky not to see them. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three of us went down to Bedok Police Headquarters the following afternoon to make our statement. It was when Qu|kz took the opportunity to tell me every single detail of what happened so that I wouldn't miss out anything due to my little 'amnesia'. From how I was attended to by some paramedic in the ambulance to how Sid tried to flag a cab who eventually stopped but turned down her cries for help by giving 'kiasi' excuse that he was 'On Call' to how we were saved by some police patrol who were during their rounds (Sigh! My 999 call was useless), this incident will always be remembered among the three of us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/153/4436/400/pass.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, the psychopath has been caught and the police is going to press charges against him later today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#66CCCC"&gt;qu|kz:&lt;/font&gt; So the next 30th June, the 3 of us will celebrate our "anniversary" together..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#CC6666"&gt;Me:&lt;/font&gt; Sure, we'll celebrate by taking that memorable road down to mac.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#66CCCC"&gt;qu|kz:&lt;/font&gt; Haha sure. I'll love to see my bloodstains on the roadside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#CC6666"&gt;Me:&lt;/font&gt; And every 30th June we'll put a bicycle chain lock on that roadside to commemorate that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#66CCCC"&gt;qu|kz:&lt;/font&gt; LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This entry isn't really in detail so if you're really curious and concern, call me. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[edit:]&lt;br /&gt;My head still hurts a millie, especially when I laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;comments please! :)&lt;/small&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13336868-112015557749861087?l=bling2styluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bling2styluz.blogspot.com/feeds/112015557749861087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13336868&amp;postID=112015557749861087&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13336868/posts/default/112015557749861087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13336868/posts/default/112015557749861087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bling2styluz.blogspot.com/2005/07/state-of-drama.html' title='state of drama'/><author><name>Rachel-Marie W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08671152713824177682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nirx81DRdFg/SDlrFZ15bbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FGo63XqLr_A/S220/rmarie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13336868.post-111999722512935096</id><published>2005-06-29T06:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-29T06:20:25.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shabby</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="#66CCCC"&gt;qu|kz:&lt;/font&gt; he said he is in love with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#66CCCC"&gt;qu|kz:&lt;/font&gt; and he didnt mind sharing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#CC6666"&gt;me:&lt;/font&gt; he will never say he's in love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#CC6666"&gt;me:&lt;/font&gt; sigh which is sad but thats ok :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#66CCCC"&gt;qu|kz:&lt;/font&gt; man. he needs lessons in the romance department&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#CC6666"&gt;me:&lt;/font&gt; please teach him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#66CCCC"&gt;qu|kz:&lt;/font&gt; sure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#CC6666"&gt;me:&lt;/font&gt; serious?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#66CCCC"&gt;qu|kz:&lt;/font&gt; i'll send the bill to you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13336868-111999722512935096?l=bling2styluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bling2styluz.blogspot.com/feeds/111999722512935096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13336868&amp;postID=111999722512935096&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13336868/posts/default/111999722512935096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13336868/posts/default/111999722512935096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bling2styluz.blogspot.com/2005/06/shabby.html' title='shabby'/><author><name>Rachel-Marie W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08671152713824177682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nirx81DRdFg/SDlrFZ15bbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FGo63XqLr_A/S220/rmarie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13336868.post-111999585521452151</id><published>2005-06-29T05:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-29T06:07:27.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>photoshopped</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/153/4436/480/polaroid.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/153/4436/480/famstone.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/153/4436/480/sid.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sid wanted a new layout fast so I did it for her in a jiffy. Still need lots of practice on design skills though. She requested privacy so entries in the preview image are therefore blurred.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13336868-111999585521452151?l=bling2styluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bling2styluz.blogspot.com/feeds/111999585521452151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13336868&amp;postID=111999585521452151&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13336868/posts/default/111999585521452151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13336868/posts/default/111999585521452151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bling2styluz.blogspot.com/2005/06/photoshopped.html' title='photoshopped'/><author><name>Rachel-Marie W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08671152713824177682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nirx81DRdFg/SDlrFZ15bbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FGo63XqLr_A/S220/rmarie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13336868.post-111979486677266743</id><published>2005-06-26T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T22:22:05.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>réponses</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="mailto:wxsie.y@gmail.com" class="label"&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;font color="#FFFFFF" size="0.8em"&gt;&amp;nbsp;w x s i e . y&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/a&gt;: Yes I am :) And you are?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="#" class="label"&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;font color="#FFFFFF" size="0.8em"&gt;&amp;nbsp;m e m o r i e s&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/a&gt;: Thanks for your concern and since you wish to remain anonymous, caring is creepy. Hope you get my message. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;By the way folks, I'm closing down the tagboard. I think its really redundant. Till then, &lt;i&gt;comment&lt;/i&gt; &lt;3!&lt;/small&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13336868-111979486677266743?l=bling2styluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bling2styluz.blogspot.com/feeds/111979486677266743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13336868&amp;postID=111979486677266743&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13336868/posts/default/111979486677266743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13336868/posts/default/111979486677266743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bling2styluz.blogspot.com/2005/06/rponses.html' title='r&amp;eacute;ponses'/><author><name>Rachel-Marie W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08671152713824177682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nirx81DRdFg/SDlrFZ15bbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FGo63XqLr_A/S220/rmarie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13336868.post-111972344955499862</id><published>2005-06-26T01:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T13:37:19.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the raddest girls alive</title><content type='html'>This entry is purely concentrated on the darlings of my life. The glam girls who care about my existance and make my life so worth living for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;font face="Webdings"&gt;&amp;#131;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/big&gt; &lt;b&gt;d i a n a &amp;nbsp; c h r i s t i a n&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first person whom I look up to as my best friend. The only girl who enjoyed my company every Sunday despite our racial differences. We did so many things together that its almost impossible to record our memories in a book. From playing hopscotch in the church backyard to teaching at Sunday school to making convos in a room every cell group meeting, I can say that without her, I would have felt such a loner in my early days in church. Sad to say, I don't have a photograph of her in my hard drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;font face="Webdings"&gt;&amp;#131;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/big&gt; &lt;b&gt;r o z i&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/153/4436/128/rozi.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My emo kid whom I adore so much. She is the reason for such unmeasurable fun during secondary school days. No matter how boring Physics or Social Studies was, she helped reinvent my mood by indulging me in addictive convos. From '&lt;i&gt;Sial la! So many guys at the bus stop now! Aye! Spot which one cute ah!&lt;/i&gt;' to '&lt;i&gt;How's the sex?&lt;/i&gt;' to '&lt;i&gt;Feel like skating sial..&lt;/i&gt;', she always makes me laugh uncontrollably. Through all the relationships I had, she's always the first to hear about the good and the bad. Everything about us is unforgettable, especially the days we enjoyed dancing so much and skating was like a everyday thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;font face="Webdings"&gt;&amp;#131;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/big&gt; &lt;b&gt;m a g&lt;/b&gt; &lt;big&gt;&lt;font face="Webdings"&gt;&amp;#131;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/big&gt; &lt;b&gt;k i m y e e&lt;/b&gt; &lt;big&gt;&lt;font face="Webdings"&gt;&amp;#131;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/big&gt; &lt;b&gt;l e e fe i&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;[in order]&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/153/4436/128/mag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/153/4436/128/kimyee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/153/4436/128/leefei.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These 3 girls made my life in secondary school so pathetically interesting, I prolly would have quit school if it wasn't for them. Though we have huge differences (all 3 of them are straight A's students), they took me into their humble clique and gave me so much encouragement to academically put myself to the test. They always put me on a cynical mood whether its kid's talk or childish pranks like '&lt;i&gt;Wanna draw turtle and paste behind Godwin's chair?&lt;/i&gt;' but ironically they are the simple antidotes to my boring school life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;font face="Webdings"&gt;&amp;#131;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/big&gt; &lt;b&gt;s i d n e y&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/153/4436/128/sid.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My roommate who knows my inside-out. Who knows what color underwear I have, who knows if I sleep with my legs open or close. The best part is, she knows when I'm hungry and how to deal with it. Nights without her are the only times when I can R.I.P. Because with her around, somehow there's always uncertainty if Samara would just scare the hell out of me. But still, loneliness and silence seems non-existant if it wasn't for her and I love her for who she is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;font face="Webdings"&gt;&amp;#131;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/big&gt; &lt;b&gt;c a s i e&lt;/b&gt; &lt;big&gt;&lt;font face="Webdings"&gt;&amp;#131;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/big&gt; &lt;b&gt;s t e p h&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;[in order]&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/153/4436/128/casie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/153/4436/128/steph.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those hendrix days were the raddest because of these 2 girls. Casie the nurse digged guys so much, she would always start talking sex to me. And there was this one point of my life which if it wasn't for her, I prolly would have become a suicide victim. Steph the shorty(like me) was the one with the uncontrollable bladder, who never failed to frequent the toilet at least once in fifteen minutes. Her braces makes her so unbearably cute, there are guys who would die to see her smile. Those were the days when we would chill at Far East without fail before heading to Hendrix, play pool at B12, and of course dance till we drop in the club. My sex on the bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;font face="Webdings"&gt;&amp;#131;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/big&gt; &lt;b&gt;l i a&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/153/4436/128/lia.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My skate buddy back from those days and still is a very darling of mine. The first few skate sessions with her really cracked me up whereby the rain always seemed to be enjoying its duty. The days at Feng Shan are unforgettable. Besides those skate ventures, we always seemed to have something to do. From ghost-hunting with T.S.A to clubbing to sun-bathing at Tanjong Beach, my hoo-hoos is a must-have and always be in my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;font face="Webdings"&gt;&amp;#131;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/big&gt; &lt;b&gt;d e r n i s e&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/153/4436/128/dernise.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This girl and Lia are unseparable. I remember seeing her for the first time and got pretty shocked by the fact that we had so much similarities in terms of size and height. And what got me so motivated to remain a shorty was the fact that she is a year older and she's got so much confidence. She can be on the brink of insanity at times but that is what makes me adore her. I mean, who on earth will bring her notebook down to the poolside and play The Sims while working on her tan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;font face="Webdings"&gt;&amp;#131;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/big&gt; &lt;b&gt;g i l e n e&lt;/b&gt; &lt;big&gt;&lt;font face="Webdings"&gt;&amp;#131;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/big&gt; &lt;b&gt;f a r e e z a&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;[in order]&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/153/4436/128/gilene.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/153/4436/128/fareeza.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sweethearts in LaSalle. The sunshines of my life. Without them, I prolly would dread going to school. Gilene the glam queen, who makes guys wank till they tire out,  made me love Malaysia so much, I had to frequent City Square with her and make plans to curb my spendings. Fareeza the Tara Banks of Singapore, along with Gil always got me indulge in '&lt;i&gt;where's that cute malay guy?&lt;/i&gt;' convos and skipping tutorials on a very regular basis. Its a miracle we managed to brush all obstacles and made it to sophomore year. These 2 girls, I heart the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;Pardon my grammer. Had a swollen eye and my vision was kinda blur. But I'm all well now, whop!&lt;/small&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13336868-111972344955499862?l=bling2styluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bling2styluz.blogspot.com/feeds/111972344955499862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13336868&amp;postID=111972344955499862&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13336868/posts/default/111972344955499862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13336868/posts/default/111972344955499862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bling2styluz.blogspot.com/2005/06/raddest-girls-alive.html' title='the &lt;i&gt;raddest&lt;/i&gt; girls alive'/><author><name>Rachel-Marie W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08671152713824177682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nirx81DRdFg/SDlrFZ15bbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FGo63XqLr_A/S220/rmarie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13336868.post-111955552943343389</id><published>2005-06-24T03:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T16:37:53.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hello surgeon</title><content type='html'>Its been awhile since I had &lt;a href="http://www.subpop.com/bands/postalservice" target="_blank"&gt;The Postal Service&lt;/a&gt; running on my player. Was feeling bored so I messed around with &lt;a href="http://artpad.art.com/gallery/?iijxgucy6ps" target="_blank"&gt;artpad&lt;/a&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;small&gt;1&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/sup&gt; and somemore &lt;a href="http://artpad.art.com/gallery/?iik4lg1k61d4" target="_blank"&gt;artpad&lt;/a&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;small&gt;2&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: View on fast mode.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13336868-111955552943343389?l=bling2styluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bling2styluz.blogspot.com/feeds/111955552943343389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13336868&amp;postID=111955552943343389&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13336868/posts/default/111955552943343389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13336868/posts/default/111955552943343389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bling2styluz.blogspot.com/2005/06/hello-surgeon.html' title='hello surgeon'/><author><name>Rachel-Marie W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08671152713824177682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nirx81DRdFg/SDlrFZ15bbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FGo63XqLr_A/S220/rmarie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13336868.post-111951572164289362</id><published>2005-06-23T16:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-23T16:49:46.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>holymoney</title><content type='html'>Bonjour ch&amp;#233;ris! Went to TP for french yesterday. Had a preparation test and the whole stracture of the paper is bull-shit. Still, I haven't got all my numbers right yet. After the test, I accompanied Vic for his dinner at the coffee shop opposite school. Wasn't feeling that hungry so I waited for him to finish up before travelling down to Orchard Grand Court for dinner with my mom and sis. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I feel so super blessed. Its like whenever I'm short of cash, God is always there to fill my piggy up, never short-changing me. Take yesterday for example, I had only 2 dollars with me but God provided me with a sumptuous meal at Orchard Grand Court for free. Not only that, God added an extra digit to my wallet when my mom handed me $20. See! God works wonders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been working on a song, specially dedicated to Mr. G.O.D. I feel so super blessed. I mean, without his grace and mercy, I don't think I can ever get into Interactive, have no worries about cash flow, not thinking about how terrifying each day is going to get.. I don't even miss clubbing anymore which is effin' amazing! Everything has been so wonderful ever since I've fully accepted him back into my life which started a few weeks back. Now I'm looking forward to each brand new day, I'm like so super duper happy these days, I can hardly contain it. The best or worst thing, whichever way you put it, is I can hardly stop smiling! I think I'm going to have trouble keeping still while taking the public transport later, everyone's going to think I'm nuts. I don't care how others feel about me being so &lt;i&gt;Jesus-filled&lt;/i&gt; but whatever it is, I'm going to be a living vessel for him. I just know I won't have &lt;i&gt;regrets&lt;/i&gt; taking this path I've chosen but &lt;u&gt;rewards&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to the east for my cell group meeting now. Can hardly wait..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, notecheck for the upcoming week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday - all Val's&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday - all Jann's&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday - ?&lt;br /&gt;Thursday - cell group meeting&lt;br /&gt;Friday - (bible study), (all Vic's) either one&lt;br /&gt;Saturday - (1/2 day with Vic), youth service&lt;br /&gt;Sunday - main service&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've an open slot specially for my buddies on Wednesday. Better start calling me. WINKS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13336868-111951572164289362?l=bling2styluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bling2styluz.blogspot.com/feeds/111951572164289362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13336868&amp;postID=111951572164289362&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13336868/posts/default/111951572164289362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13336868/posts/default/111951572164289362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bling2styluz.blogspot.com/2005/06/holymoney.html' title='holymoney'/><author><name>Rachel-Marie W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08671152713824177682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nirx81DRdFg/SDlrFZ15bbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FGo63XqLr_A/S220/rmarie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13336868.post-111942981456007580</id><published>2005-06-22T16:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T16:47:38.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>weeeeeee!!</title><content type='html'>I'm back once again from visiting my dad. The week so far has been real good. Watched &lt;u&gt;Batman Begins&lt;/u&gt; for the second time with my dear brothers last Monday. Played tennis this morning. Gonna have cell group meeting on Thursday, probably bible study on Friday, youth service on Saturday and main service on Sunday, not forgetting a date with Vic if possible. So yeap, I'm feeling good about my life and everything. Its been a long time since I've felt this way. I mean, everything seems so simple, so not complicated, so trouble-free. Oh ya! I've got my results last weekend and I passed! Not only passed but did well I must say. Whop! I'm like so super blessed.. Can hardly contain my happiness. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, got to rush down to TP now for my french. Don't want to have Vic waiting for me &lt;i&gt;patiently&lt;/i&gt; at the bridge again. And I really mean patient, he's so nice.. Its so embarressing. Laters &lt;3!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13336868-111942981456007580?l=bling2styluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bling2styluz.blogspot.com/feeds/111942981456007580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13336868&amp;postID=111942981456007580&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13336868/posts/default/111942981456007580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13336868/posts/default/111942981456007580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bling2styluz.blogspot.com/2005/06/weeeeeee.html' title='weeeeeee!!'/><author><name>Rachel-Marie W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08671152713824177682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nirx81DRdFg/SDlrFZ15bbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FGo63XqLr_A/S220/rmarie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13336868.post-111920918582760475</id><published>2005-06-20T03:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-20T03:28:17.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>miss missus</title><content type='html'>I'm so sad! It seems like I've not seen you for so long! And I'm mad at myself for not being able to see you. Then again, I'm left with no choice but to wait. Till then, I'll miss you big time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;Will post and maybe picture post on recent events like Father's Day soon. Right after I get back from my many days of stay at my pop's. And someone please brighten my life..&lt;/small&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13336868-111920918582760475?l=bling2styluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bling2styluz.blogspot.com/feeds/111920918582760475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13336868&amp;postID=111920918582760475&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13336868/posts/default/111920918582760475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13336868/posts/default/111920918582760475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bling2styluz.blogspot.com/2005/06/miss-missus.html' title='miss miss&lt;i&gt;us&lt;/i&gt;'/><author><name>Rachel-Marie W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08671152713824177682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nirx81DRdFg/SDlrFZ15bbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FGo63XqLr_A/S220/rmarie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13336868.post-111903891675343580</id><published>2005-06-18T03:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-18T04:11:35.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random convenience</title><content type='html'>I remember the days that collided into paradise. What that happened a few years back. The nights that erupted in southern lights, stars and coastal police guarding the waters we frequent by. The big tree that once shadowed over our 15 year old frames as it enveloped all our conversations, still remains at its spot now taken by another destined couple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More than 3 years have pass and though what surrounds us may change but you still make me so super duper crazy in happiness at times, it feels great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this story will continue as it is, with my fingers crossed as the way I want it to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;Entries are random for now because my mind is now in conjunction with many train thoughts.&lt;/small&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13336868-111903891675343580?l=bling2styluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bling2styluz.blogspot.com/feeds/111903891675343580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13336868&amp;postID=111903891675343580&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13336868/posts/default/111903891675343580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13336868/posts/default/111903891675343580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bling2styluz.blogspot.com/2005/06/random-convenience.html' title='random convenience'/><author><name>Rachel-Marie W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08671152713824177682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nirx81DRdFg/SDlrFZ15bbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FGo63XqLr_A/S220/rmarie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13336868.post-111903655175596401</id><published>2005-06-18T02:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-18T12:56:30.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>T.L.C material</title><content type='html'>Do you think I'm worth being accredited as &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;girlfriend material&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were times I took hours dissecting conversations painstakingly before talking feelings out just not to storm things up unnessesarily.&lt;br /&gt;I've learnt (and still am) to register myself into the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not inconsiderate&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not self-absorbed&lt;/span&gt; category.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, times are different now. There simply isn't  any conversation. Or rather, there were few.&lt;br /&gt;It makes my heart think. What is the exact reason for staying on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It didn't take too long for me to come up with the answer.&lt;br /&gt;I just knew there is something that we can build on even though its been barely a hundred days. And hopefully everything will just fall into place for us. I don't know what about him. He barely brought across any strong message to me before. And its sad because I need assurance and I only get two word messages. 'I'm Sorry.' Maybe I shouldn't waste my time trying to dissect these two words and come up with positive charges. But it does make me think whether he's just trying to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;T.L.C&lt;/span&gt; me back into the relationship or he really mean it. If he really mean it, why can't he give me more than these two words along with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;T.L.C&lt;/span&gt; assurance?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe in some way its acceptable because he once said he can be bad at expressing himself but his actions doesn't prove justice to be reassuring enough. I'm always just a phone call away but these days things seem to be so ineffective and my cellphone seems so morbid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You said I've been a bad girlfriend. Maybe that's because I'm still in the process of registering myself into the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not inconsiderate&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not self-absorbed&lt;/span&gt; category. But hey! Please do not give up hope on me because I haven't given up hope on you, and on us. I still like you alot. And it'll take a mighty supernatural force to take me away from you. Whatever it is, I'm still a phone call away.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13336868-111903655175596401?l=bling2styluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bling2styluz.blogspot.com/feeds/111903655175596401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13336868&amp;postID=111903655175596401&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13336868/posts/default/111903655175596401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13336868/posts/default/111903655175596401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bling2styluz.blogspot.com/2005/06/tlc-material.html' title='T.L.C material'/><author><name>Rachel-Marie W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08671152713824177682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nirx81DRdFg/SDlrFZ15bbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FGo63XqLr_A/S220/rmarie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13336868.post-111865594996343483</id><published>2005-06-13T17:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T15:28:37.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>movieactually</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://ia.imdb.com/media/imdb/01/I/62/85/28m.jpg" align="left" /&gt;I've just finished watching Love Actually. It has been a long time since I've seen a movie so rich in character that I so wish it would never end.&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;I'll be visiting my dad over the next couple of days and after which, I'll &lt;u&gt;promised&lt;/u&gt; to meet up with you guys. :) Of course, the priority people are rozi, sid and lia. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://ia.imdb.com/media/imdb/01/I/51/55/43m.jpg" align="left" /&gt;Cidade de Deus will be next when I'm back on my bed. Its been 3 years since I've last watched it. Truth is, I have never seen a film that comes at you like a wave of hailstones that never loosens it's grip for a second.&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;On a random note,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.myvideostore.com/content/people/pics/jimmy_fallon.jpg" align="left" border="1" /&gt;One of the french lecturers in TP looks like Jimmy Fallon. I swear I ain't kidding! Will take a snapshot of him (provided I don't chicken-out) during the next lecture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I'm digging this track here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13336868-111865594996343483?l=bling2styluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bling2styluz.blogspot.com/feeds/111865594996343483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13336868&amp;postID=111865594996343483&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13336868/posts/default/111865594996343483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13336868/posts/default/111865594996343483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bling2styluz.blogspot.com/2005/06/movieactually.html' title='&lt;b&gt;movie&lt;/b&gt;actually'/><author><name>Rachel-Marie W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08671152713824177682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nirx81DRdFg/SDlrFZ15bbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FGo63XqLr_A/S220/rmarie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13336868.post-111817241029048572</id><published>2005-06-08T03:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T05:22:40.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dope</title><content type='html'>"To be is to do"&lt;br /&gt;- Socrates&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"To do is to be"&lt;br /&gt;- Sartre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do be do be do"&lt;br /&gt;- Sinatra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[edit:]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not afraid of saying, I have a spiritual hunger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://xs32.xs.to/pics/05232/looktoyou.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;Thanks Capas for bringing me to the conference today. :)&lt;/small&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13336868-111817241029048572?l=bling2styluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bling2styluz.blogspot.com/feeds/111817241029048572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13336868&amp;postID=111817241029048572&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13336868/posts/default/111817241029048572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13336868/posts/default/111817241029048572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bling2styluz.blogspot.com/2005/06/dope.html' title='do&lt;i&gt;p&lt;/i&gt;e'/><author><name>Rachel-Marie W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08671152713824177682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nirx81DRdFg/SDlrFZ15bbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FGo63XqLr_A/S220/rmarie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13336868.post-111809554843312160</id><published>2005-06-07T04:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T07:16:39.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>black on roses</title><content type='html'>Whats up my brown relatives!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, nothing is going on at the moment. I've been disposed to idleness and have been effin' sick. I've been waking up these past few days at 3 or 5, sometimes 7PM which evidently sucks. I hate long sleeps. I don't like having like half of my free time (aka daytime) gone because of sleep. But yet, I've been suffering from insomnia in the night which results to taking long sleeps in the day and I hate it! I hate it. I hate it. I hate it. I hate it. I hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmmm.... bacon. Cheese. Ice Cold Beer pizza. Prata. Satay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to eat. Because I haven't been eating much. Because I felt so sick. But I'm in the process of recovery. Because I just had my daily dosage of white macadamia chocolate. Mmmm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know my entries have been a tad too wordy so I've uploaded some polaroids in the &lt;a onclick=" changeNavigation('gallery')"&gt;gallery&lt;/a&gt;. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Starting Line (aka GOD) has their new album out in the U.S for about a month now. But what's with Singapore?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://xs32.xs.to/pics/05231/blackroses.jpg" align="left" /&gt;And sigh, sigh!&lt;br /&gt;I want these!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on, next roadtrip to JB with Gilene soon to happen.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;This website is officially up and running, meaning, you can now view it in Firefox. :) I have also now given you all a choice between viewing the music player and not, with options provided at the bottom of this page. Till then, visionnement heureux!&lt;/small&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13336868-111809554843312160?l=bling2styluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bling2styluz.blogspot.com/feeds/111809554843312160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13336868&amp;postID=111809554843312160&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13336868/posts/default/111809554843312160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13336868/posts/default/111809554843312160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bling2styluz.blogspot.com/2005/06/black-on-roses.html' title='black on roses'/><author><name>Rachel-Marie W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08671152713824177682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nirx81DRdFg/SDlrFZ15bbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FGo63XqLr_A/S220/rmarie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13336868.post-111783443437438950</id><published>2005-06-04T05:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-04T05:35:20.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>to the fair, to the fair!</title><content type='html'>The two of us went to the IT fair at expo today. The place looked pretty upsetting with just a number of IT booths. But it wasn't much of a deal to me because I ended up being able to take an extimation of an hour's video with my phone. My sweet boy sacrificed a huge portion of his monthly allowance to buy me a 512MB MMC card. Whop!&lt;br /&gt;He bought a notebook travel case too so I didn't have any worries leaving the place without the two of us being satisfied. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we took the train down to the airport to have our dinner followed by taking a train and sitting through a bus ride to destination: home. It was quite a relief to step into the house once again as I was suffering from some pain in the stomach during the time at the IT fair. Oh oh guys guys! Download Russell Peter's comedy video &lt;a href="http://mysite.verizon.net/sahaskatta/storage/Russell%20Peters%20Complete.zip"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. He got the two of us laughing the whole evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, Victor's gon come over to do his homework (Good boy!)  followed by pizza time at Ice Cold Beer. It sure is going to be a pretty good day. My thoughts in advance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;For those who tried accessing this website using Firefox, you are lucky and definitely smart to reaccess using IE. For some reason, Firefox is a complete airhead to not read certain scripts. So please continue using IE to view this site. :) &lt;br /&gt;Oh.. oh.. and I need feedbacks on the music player. It works perfectly fine for me but I figured I've got to be double sure if it runs smoothly for you too. So sweethearts, please tell me. Merci tellement! :)&lt;/small&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13336868-111783443437438950?l=bling2styluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bling2styluz.blogspot.com/feeds/111783443437438950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13336868&amp;postID=111783443437438950&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13336868/posts/default/111783443437438950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13336868/posts/default/111783443437438950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bling2styluz.blogspot.com/2005/06/to-fair-to-fair.html' title='to the fair, to the fair!'/><author><name>Rachel-Marie W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08671152713824177682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nirx81DRdFg/SDlrFZ15bbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FGo63XqLr_A/S220/rmarie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13336868.post-111771269053708955</id><published>2005-06-02T19:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T19:50:29.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>vindictives</title><content type='html'>I sat down in the waiting room,&lt;br /&gt;gagging thick with cheap perfume&lt;br /&gt;and all of the sudden i lost my point of view.&lt;br /&gt;I felt like standing up and screaming above the roar of voices&lt;br /&gt;speaking about their daily non-sensical senseless la-dee-da's.&lt;br /&gt;I think I must be the only one who is so disgusted and miserable,&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick of being a human being.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna crawl on the ground like I'm a worm,&lt;br /&gt;or be an infectious germ, I'm sick of being a human being.&lt;br /&gt;Turn me into something new and let me live inside the zoo.&lt;br /&gt;Feed me balanced meals by the clock, tick tock tick tock.&lt;br /&gt;I'll fling my shit at freckled faces&lt;br /&gt;and screech and bounce around in spaces&lt;br /&gt;specifically designed to imitate my natural habitat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;small&gt; I'm Sick by The Vindictives&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how you think of this song but I find The Vindictives rather amusing. No wait, I should rephrase that; they are weird. Anyway, I'm like having a fever. I think. Or maybe its just bad migraines. I can't tell but my head so seems to weigh a 1,000 tons now and I'm not quite enjoying my holidays anymore. Maybe I've been in bed for too long and its just my brain sending its 'I'm Sick' alarm signal to&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt; uhhh&lt;/span&gt;, itself, or I'm really sick. Hell all i know is that my head and body feel malaise now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13336868-111771269053708955?l=bling2styluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bling2styluz.blogspot.com/feeds/111771269053708955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13336868&amp;postID=111771269053708955&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13336868/posts/default/111771269053708955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13336868/posts/default/111771269053708955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bling2styluz.blogspot.com/2005/06/vindictives.html' title='vindictives'/><author><name>Rachel-Marie W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08671152713824177682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nirx81DRdFg/SDlrFZ15bbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FGo63XqLr_A/S220/rmarie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13336868.post-111767752610626174</id><published>2005-06-02T09:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T09:58:46.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nouveau</title><content type='html'>I know you people expect more from me and admit I'm not totally satisfied with my works but its 9:52 in the morning. Ok, bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;Please link or re-link me (again) sweethearts and I'm really sorry for the inconvenience. It was bloody inconvenient for me too but my old blog was really awful and the interface was so not user-friendly. Updates later. &lt;em&gt;bonne nuit&lt;/em&gt;, au revoir!&lt;/small&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13336868-111767752610626174?l=bling2styluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bling2styluz.blogspot.com/feeds/111767752610626174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13336868&amp;postID=111767752610626174&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13336868/posts/default/111767752610626174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13336868/posts/default/111767752610626174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bling2styluz.blogspot.com/2005/06/nouveau.html' title='nouveau'/><author><name>Rachel-Marie W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08671152713824177682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nirx81DRdFg/SDlrFZ15bbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FGo63XqLr_A/S220/rmarie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13336868.post-111764731183705936</id><published>2005-06-02T01:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T01:37:33.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>test</title><content type='html'>Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetuer adipiscing elit. Duis sollicitudin pede et lectus. Pellentesque posuere consectetuer turpis. Donec nonummy vulputate metus. Aliquam tempus pede vitae odio. Nam ut wisi. Etiam in lacus. Nam aliquam sagittis leo. Curabitur sagittis ultrices augue. Curabitur ac eros. Aliquam hendrerit pede at urna. Praesent eget ipsum. Curabitur nunc. Suspendisse potenti. Vestibulum ultrices, metus id tempus consequat, nisl nunc sollicitudin nisl, at aliquet quam wisi quis nulla.&lt;br /&gt;Donec et nibh ut nisl sollicitudin vestibulum. Aliquam nec elit. Quisque iaculis ullamcorper felis. Proin sed massa sit amet justo ultrices malesuada. Pellentesque pharetra porta enim. Fusce ac ligula ac turpis dapibus laoreet. Integer vel metus eget urna faucibus iaculis. Morbi viverra venenatis enim. Duis ac dolor in mauris molestie consectetuer. Suspendisse porttitor. Cras mauris sapien, volutpat ut, ornare sed, adipiscing a, ante. Proin eleifend elit non purus. 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