<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1888794383570301686</id><updated>2009-12-03T21:21:16.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lil Miss Confession</title><subtitle type='html'>you know you can't handle me...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erishaling.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1888794383570301686/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erishaling.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1888794383570301686/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Miss Confession</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07394041489510093306</uri><email>ling.daintyruss@gmail.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>477</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1888794383570301686.post-7597217238025807398</id><published>2009-12-03T11:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T11:12:36.511+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleepless nights'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hardcore decisions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bitchy thoughts'/><title type='text'>heartache roadkill</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This recent lack of sleep routine is really driving me nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm exhausted but I'm wide awake because I couldn't get back to sleep. Studying is not helping because my brain is too tired to absorb knowledge. Hence, i'm bitching here. RAWR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It is when I'm cranky, that I start to get annoyed with little things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh boy, imma force myself to get some shut eye as I'm not me right now. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On a slightly lighter note, check this out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SQecCOBLGcE/SxcsFtVpULI/AAAAAAAANTk/TsPVlm-yDAQ/s1600-h/IMG_5431.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SQecCOBLGcE/SxcsFtVpULI/AAAAAAAANTk/TsPVlm-yDAQ/s400/IMG_5431.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So should I get the freaking dress or not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I love it!!! Man oh man, decisions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Help me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It's 90 bucks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;='(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;♥THE END♥&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/1888794383570301686-7597217238025807398?l=erishaling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erishaling.blogspot.com/feeds/7597217238025807398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1888794383570301686&amp;postID=7597217238025807398' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1888794383570301686/posts/default/7597217238025807398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1888794383570301686/posts/default/7597217238025807398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erishaling.blogspot.com/2009/12/heartache-roadkill.html' title='heartache roadkill'/><author><name>Miss Confession</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07394041489510093306</uri><email>ling.daintyruss@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11236166417605847649'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SQecCOBLGcE/SxcsFtVpULI/AAAAAAAANTk/TsPVlm-yDAQ/s72-c/IMG_5431.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1888794383570301686.post-5733360086639915008</id><published>2009-12-02T03:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T03:22:59.380+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleepless nights'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='screw your brain with this'/><title type='text'>the final thirty</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Listening to:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;Secrets by One Republic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;The Saltwater Room by Owl City&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT IS officially the last month of 2009. I am stoked at how fast time flies. Really now. It feels like as if it was only yesterday that I washed away 2008. And now it's time to wash away 2009. It's been a bittersweet year but overall, it had been nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm not wondering what's to offer in 2010 but more on what this last month is going to be like before the new year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, it has passed my mind that some people say that life has already been written and whatever that happens, are by fate and destiny. The others believe that YOU and I write the stories of our lives and things happen because of how we decide and what actions we take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;So which party are you?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Life is written for you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;You write your life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm curious to know... so tell me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you'd ask me, I'd say that it is a mysterious mixture of both and it is that mystery that makes life interesting. But that's just my view. It could be wrong, It could be right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So! Getting back to what I've been talking about, the soon-to-be ending year 2009. As always, I don't make resolutions for every beginning of every year. But I choose to do the opposite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this year:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;My ongoing struggle with trust issues is still not improving..&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I've finally let go =)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;People have gone away. New acquaintances are made. And these ongoing process has made me learn new things about people. Some ways, good. Some ways, bad.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I still, personally, despise lizards. They are filthy, disgusting and their existence are simply killing me!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I broke a promise I made to myself. Apparently, it's very hard to keep a promise, even when it is just for yourself. So, go figure.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I chopped my hair. I think I still love having long hair. I have a feeling this short-hair phase is not going to last long.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I've had my OHSOGOOD moments when I find myself being able to relate with individuals I've never expected I could with. Sometimes, friends are the best for certain moments but sometimes, all you need is the voice of a stranger or a distant peer.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;My temper has gradually decrease and I'm much more patient&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;There has not been nightmares this year. I guess 2009 is a bless =) If you don't know what I'm talking about, &lt;a href="http://erishaling.blogspot.com/2009/06/little-girl-who-dreads-past-nights.html"&gt;read The girl who dreads&amp;nbsp;past nights...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I continue to hate sleepless nights... nights such as this.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I've came to realized that some people don't deserve my trust and care&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I've been lied to&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I had my first minor surgery... which scared the hell out of me at first&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I lost someone I love a lot. I hope she's at peace. And I know Mum is still grieving. Thinking about it still makes me teary.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I learnt something new during a private counselling session. Smiles!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I had my first ever, proper Japanese cuisine.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I keep wondering when did I suddenly stop driving? Maybe I'm not meant to drive. Maybe I need a driver.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Crazy strangers still won't leave me alone. Please I beg you, leave me alone!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I did not do anything stupid and reckless... I think... as far as I've remembered... as compared to the things I've done last year. This is a record =P&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm sick of this list already... I can't remember anything now. My decision is to stop here and leave this list hanging and please don't hate me because of it =)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://erishaling.blogspot.com/2009/06/little-girl-who-dreads-past-nights.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥THE END♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1888794383570301686-5733360086639915008?l=erishaling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erishaling.blogspot.com/feeds/5733360086639915008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1888794383570301686&amp;postID=5733360086639915008' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1888794383570301686/posts/default/5733360086639915008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1888794383570301686/posts/default/5733360086639915008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erishaling.blogspot.com/2009/12/final-thirty.html' title='the final thirty'/><author><name>Miss Confession</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07394041489510093306</uri><email>ling.daintyruss@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11236166417605847649'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1888794383570301686.post-209658977626313109</id><published>2009-11-28T03:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T03:41:28.849+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleepless nights'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I confess that'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='screw your brain with this'/><title type='text'>15</title><content type='html'>When you're fifteen, you are so naive...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're fifteen, all you can think about is your coming "sweet sixteen"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're fifteen, all you care about is if your hair is straight enough, your lips are supple enough, your hot crush is noticing you, your dress gets approved, etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're fifteen, you have no idea what the real world is like...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Until now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥THE END♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1888794383570301686-209658977626313109?l=erishaling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erishaling.blogspot.com/feeds/209658977626313109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1888794383570301686&amp;postID=209658977626313109' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1888794383570301686/posts/default/209658977626313109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1888794383570301686/posts/default/209658977626313109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erishaling.blogspot.com/2009/11/15.html' title='15'/><author><name>Miss Confession</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07394041489510093306</uri><email>ling.daintyruss@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11236166417605847649'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1888794383570301686.post-3937471630617488932</id><published>2009-11-26T22:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T21:37:43.182+08:00</updated><title type='text'>About Moi</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;*updated: 2 Dec 09*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;WOAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I've finally made my About Me page&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I've decided to made it in an elaborated picture list. So this means that it will keep growing as time passes for as long as this blog shall live...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SQecCOBLGcE/SAx_RzeoIjI/AAAAAAAAG4I/5kq_VHNr-Ss/s1600-h/DSC01618ap.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191664414304510514" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SQecCOBLGcE/SAx_RzeoIjI/AAAAAAAAG4I/5kq_VHNr-Ss/s400/DSC01618ap.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"I" is the face behind this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SQecCOBLGcE/Sw5C-wOn-GI/AAAAAAAANOU/fbBm-FXgnz8/s1600/chocolate.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SQecCOBLGcE/Sw5C-wOn-GI/AAAAAAAANOU/fbBm-FXgnz8/s640/chocolate.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Chocolates should be everybody's best friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SQecCOBLGcE/Sw5DAYUzy_I/AAAAAAAANOc/0Hg4qWExLAE/s1600/Coffee_by_x_therumor.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SQecCOBLGcE/Sw5DAYUzy_I/AAAAAAAANOc/0Hg4qWExLAE/s640/Coffee_by_x_therumor.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SQecCOBLGcE/Sw5DBzkB72I/AAAAAAAANOk/ir1eWNzD0cg/s1600/Beach_by_jkurl11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SQecCOBLGcE/Sw5DBzkB72I/AAAAAAAANOk/ir1eWNzD0cg/s640/Beach_by_jkurl11.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And watch hot surfer dudes all day long while getting some tan??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;C'mon man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SQecCOBLGcE/Sw5DC4CKqmI/AAAAAAAANOs/1aSM9YRaacA/s1600/adorable_puppies-7163.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SQecCOBLGcE/Sw5DC4CKqmI/AAAAAAAANOs/1aSM9YRaacA/s640/adorable_puppies-7163.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SQecCOBLGcE/Sw6UoFNM6cI/AAAAAAAANRk/rVU2757goUc/s1600/Rain.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SQecCOBLGcE/Sw6UoFNM6cI/AAAAAAAANRk/rVU2757goUc/s640/Rain.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Best moment to get some shut eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SQecCOBLGcE/Sw6VEwhgwwI/AAAAAAAANRs/_SVWSlRT7s4/s1600/opener.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SQecCOBLGcE/Sw6VEwhgwwI/AAAAAAAANRs/_SVWSlRT7s4/s640/opener.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;An the sceneries, don't forget&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SQecCOBLGcE/Sw6Vkh5BLkI/AAAAAAAANR0/lSJadwEhsrI/s1600/Onions.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SQecCOBLGcE/Sw6Vkh5BLkI/AAAAAAAANR0/lSJadwEhsrI/s640/Onions.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;If my food has these, I'd take them out even if it takes me an hour to do so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SQecCOBLGcE/Sw6Vlh3FcWI/AAAAAAAANR8/1Th86BE9fnk/s1600/Orange_by_merwize.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SQecCOBLGcE/Sw6Vlh3FcWI/AAAAAAAANR8/1Th86BE9fnk/s640/Orange_by_merwize.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My never to be favorite color. Ever. Never&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SQecCOBLGcE/Sw6VmjfoqvI/AAAAAAAANSE/j0Nub0_C3QE/s1600/read_my_mind_by_glamouflage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SQecCOBLGcE/Sw6VmjfoqvI/AAAAAAAANSE/j0Nub0_C3QE/s640/read_my_mind_by_glamouflage.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;rawr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SQecCOBLGcE/Sw6VnyIJ9qI/AAAAAAAANSM/FAhATECkWb8/s1600/roller-coaster2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SQecCOBLGcE/Sw6VnyIJ9qI/AAAAAAAANSM/FAhATECkWb8/s640/roller-coaster2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Don't laugh at me please&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SQecCOBLGcE/Sw6VoRIraVI/AAAAAAAANSU/nSBzXmJk4vY/s1600/Singing_in_the_shower_by_lisa_lay.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SQecCOBLGcE/Sw6VoRIraVI/AAAAAAAANSU/nSBzXmJk4vY/s640/Singing_in_the_shower_by_lisa_lay.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;No not with the shower in my mouth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SQecCOBLGcE/Sw6VprozkrI/AAAAAAAANSc/TJhNJDR2F1s/s1600/sunsets-013.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SQecCOBLGcE/Sw6VprozkrI/AAAAAAAANSc/TJhNJDR2F1s/s640/sunsets-013.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;If I'd to choose between sunsets or sunrise, it'd be sunset just because it's so much more beautiful &amp;amp; I'm not a morning person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SQecCOBLGcE/Sw6Vq3U0v0I/AAAAAAAANSk/j0_7UcMBUpg/s1600/sweettooth.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SQecCOBLGcE/Sw6Vq3U0v0I/AAAAAAAANSk/j0_7UcMBUpg/s640/sweettooth.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SQecCOBLGcE/Sw6Vr6yBeBI/AAAAAAAANSs/iOZn3h6bWMM/s1600/the_most_romantic_photograph_by_greycamera.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SQecCOBLGcE/Sw6Vr6yBeBI/AAAAAAAANSs/iOZn3h6bWMM/s640/the_most_romantic_photograph_by_greycamera.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SQecCOBLGcE/Sw6VtlTpuhI/AAAAAAAANS0/I-ISpLKoNIk/s1600/Untitled-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SQecCOBLGcE/Sw6VtlTpuhI/AAAAAAAANS0/I-ISpLKoNIk/s640/Untitled-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My to-die-for&amp;nbsp;favorite&amp;nbsp;dishes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SQecCOBLGcE/SxKgud1N2VI/AAAAAAAANS8/qOwcOMCLHr8/s1600/38371687.QqoYodTb.38371687.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SQecCOBLGcE/SxKgud1N2VI/AAAAAAAANS8/qOwcOMCLHr8/s640/38371687.QqoYodTb.38371687.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SQecCOBLGcE/SxZtbMLsUxI/AAAAAAAANTU/iwMPH9iexc8/s1600-h/Notetaking-main_Full.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SQecCOBLGcE/SxZtbMLsUxI/AAAAAAAANTU/iwMPH9iexc8/s640/Notetaking-main_Full.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SQecCOBLGcE/SxZtc91j0MI/AAAAAAAANTc/vHua-E-3qFI/s1600-h/WorksPillows.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SQecCOBLGcE/SxZtc91j0MI/AAAAAAAANTc/vHua-E-3qFI/s640/WorksPillows.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SQecCOBLGcE/R_IF86EyA4I/AAAAAAAAGQ0/6mplvAFK0Bc/s1600-h/DSC01491a.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&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/1888794383570301686-3937471630617488932?l=erishaling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erishaling.blogspot.com/feeds/3937471630617488932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1888794383570301686&amp;postID=3937471630617488932' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1888794383570301686/posts/default/3937471630617488932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1888794383570301686/posts/default/3937471630617488932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erishaling.blogspot.com/2007/08/about-moi.html' title='About Moi'/><author><name>Miss Confession</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07394041489510093306</uri><email>ling.daintyruss@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11236166417605847649'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SQecCOBLGcE/SAx_RzeoIjI/AAAAAAAAG4I/5kq_VHNr-Ss/s72-c/DSC01618ap.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1888794383570301686.post-4572760070077525763</id><published>2009-11-25T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T22:41:51.348+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='too much testosterones'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='screw your brain with this'/><title type='text'>Explain to me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SQecCOBLGcE/Sw1AS6CFhvI/AAAAAAAANOM/XPQq6GC2kZE/s1600/disneyheroeshercules.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SQecCOBLGcE/Sw1AS6CFhvI/AAAAAAAANOM/XPQq6GC2kZE/s320/disneyheroeshercules.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Guy A: Can I ask you a question?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Guy B: Can I ask you a question?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Guy C: Can I ask you a question?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Guy D: Hey, can I ask you a question?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Guy E: I ask you a question, can?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;GUYS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Can you please explain to me WHY do you like to do this everytime you wish to ask a question?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It has always been from a guy no matter what. My girls don't do this. When they want to ask a question, they just get on with it and they ask THE question. Yes the question that they ACTUALLY want to ask!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And I know I'm not the only one who gets this often. I've had girls going on about this. So explain to us girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Why can't you guys just ASK the question you really want to ask. Just ask! Why the hell do you need to ask us " Can I ask you a question?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;first?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Is it a guy thing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I'm not saying it's wrong but it is annoying. Maybe it's a guy thing that us girls just wont't get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;But the next time a guy asks me this again before he wants to ask me a real question, my answer will most definitely be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;NO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;i know the dumbass picture of Hercules has nothing to do with this but it's just for some dramatic effect. You should know me by now, I can't stand my post without an illustration*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;♥THE END♥&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/1888794383570301686-4572760070077525763?l=erishaling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erishaling.blogspot.com/feeds/4572760070077525763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1888794383570301686&amp;postID=4572760070077525763' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1888794383570301686/posts/default/4572760070077525763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1888794383570301686/posts/default/4572760070077525763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erishaling.blogspot.com/2009/11/explain-to-me.html' title='Explain to me!'/><author><name>Miss Confession</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07394041489510093306</uri><email>ling.daintyruss@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11236166417605847649'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SQecCOBLGcE/Sw1AS6CFhvI/AAAAAAAANOM/XPQq6GC2kZE/s72-c/disneyheroeshercules.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1888794383570301686.post-4277479459074810199</id><published>2009-11-21T19:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T19:25:47.691+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hot hawt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='like cocaine addiction'/><title type='text'>just like cocaine addiction</title><content type='html'>Working out can never get better without the presence of music pumping at the background; especially when you're doing effing crunches that cracks you like nobody's business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And who says you gotta lift weights or rely on cardio ONLY??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kickboxing or dance moves are the BOM as well people!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imma make this short and sweet because truth of the matter is I'm plain pissed off right now and I just finished punching the air, so what gives...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of dance moves currently addicted to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Single Ladies by Beyonce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/x1nixzYHDus&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/x1nixzYHDus&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Everybody by Rudenko&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (can I mention that the guy in the video is SMOKIN HAWT?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FAtW0hua9rE&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FAtW0hua9rE&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Give it up to me by Shakira ft Lil Wayne&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(video embedding disabled so click the direct link to view:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W2ktaFohbKQ"&gt;YOUTUBE VIDEO&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Bad Romance by Lady Gaga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/65eBGYvcBTw&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/65eBGYvcBTw&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥THE END♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1888794383570301686-4277479459074810199?l=erishaling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erishaling.blogspot.com/feeds/4277479459074810199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1888794383570301686&amp;postID=4277479459074810199' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1888794383570301686/posts/default/4277479459074810199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1888794383570301686/posts/default/4277479459074810199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erishaling.blogspot.com/2009/11/just-like-cocaine-addiction.html' title='just like cocaine addiction'/><author><name>Miss Confession</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07394041489510093306</uri><email>ling.daintyruss@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11236166417605847649'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1888794383570301686.post-4258296884347917849</id><published>2009-11-20T01:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T01:47:51.499+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='screw your brain with this'/><title type='text'>unanswered questions?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Listening to:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Homecoming by Hey Monday&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Central Park by Mr. Hudson&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SQecCOBLGcE/SwWDukn6Z-I/AAAAAAAANNk/zfa2UEDE_ns/s1600/Questions_by_mortalitas.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SQecCOBLGcE/SwWDukn6Z-I/AAAAAAAANNk/zfa2UEDE_ns/s400/Questions_by_mortalitas.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have a whole bunch of questions here today. Unanswered questions that may well be unanswered for as long as humans shall live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Why do we always do things we don't want to be doing? Why is it that when it is SO torturing; SO stupid; SO ridiculous; SO disgusting; SO traumatizing; SO hurtful; SO heart-wrenching; we still find ourselves doing it? Going through the things that are causing all those conflicts; all those torture?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They say we humans have a mind of our own but the problem is we don't use it. Instead we use our hearts and end up being in a place we swear we will not find ourselves in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And so the question remains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Why do we let ourselves let others torture us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Why do we humiliate ourselves just to prove a point that we know was not worth proving in the first place?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Why do we let ourselves fall for people we know we should not fall for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Why do we let others abuse us when we can't take it anymore?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Why do we not open our hearts and tell the truth when we know deep down something good will come of it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Why do we not share the same feelings we have but choose to live in denial; not knowing what could have been?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Why do we lie to ourselves when we clearly know the truth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Why do we torture ourselves just to be approved by peers and family?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Why do we seek darkness when light is shining right in front of us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;WHY DO WE NOT LISTEN?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SQecCOBLGcE/SwWDvTynD4I/AAAAAAAANNs/H7oZwflCIJU/s1600/des_questions_by_lefeudepossibles.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SQecCOBLGcE/SwWDvTynD4I/AAAAAAAANNs/H7oZwflCIJU/s320/des_questions_by_lefeudepossibles.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Damn do I have a lot of questions tonight. Too bad they will all remain as questions as the days go by...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;P/S: I IS HUNGRY ='(&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;♥THE END♥&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/1888794383570301686-4258296884347917849?l=erishaling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erishaling.blogspot.com/feeds/4258296884347917849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1888794383570301686&amp;postID=4258296884347917849' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1888794383570301686/posts/default/4258296884347917849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1888794383570301686/posts/default/4258296884347917849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erishaling.blogspot.com/2009/11/unanswered-questions.html' title='unanswered questions?'/><author><name>Miss Confession</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07394041489510093306</uri><email>ling.daintyruss@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11236166417605847649'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SQecCOBLGcE/SwWDukn6Z-I/AAAAAAAANNk/zfa2UEDE_ns/s72-c/Questions_by_mortalitas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1888794383570301686.post-263616044851971360</id><published>2009-11-18T17:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T17:49:49.482+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I confess that'/><title type='text'>Xcuse me while I make my big entrance:</title><content type='html'>Okay. Okay.&lt;br /&gt;I know I've been on a really long hiatus this time. The blog has been so dead for more than 2 months. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But tell me this, don't you MISS ME already?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C'mon now! Just say it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You miss me don't you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright I shall just shut up now b'cause I bet most of you are so sick of this sudden MIA once in a while. I promise I am back again this time and I'm gonna blog about something. Something juicy, perhaps?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh c'mon have some faith in me. When I say I will, it means the time will come. Just be patient ok dearies?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥THE END♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1888794383570301686-263616044851971360?l=erishaling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erishaling.blogspot.com/feeds/263616044851971360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1888794383570301686&amp;postID=263616044851971360' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1888794383570301686/posts/default/263616044851971360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1888794383570301686/posts/default/263616044851971360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erishaling.blogspot.com/2009/11/xcuse-me-while-i-make-my-big-entrance.html' title='Xcuse me while I make my big entrance:'/><author><name>Miss Confession</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07394041489510093306</uri><email>ling.daintyruss@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11236166417605847649'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1888794383570301686.post-8559286416072173249</id><published>2009-09-09T00:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T14:39:42.346+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleepless nights'/><title type='text'>Saviour</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;The night is deafening when the silence is listening &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;And I'm down on my knees, and I know that something is missing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;Because the back of my mind is holding things I'm relying in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;But I choose to ignore it because I'm always denying them &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;I'm a bit of a manic when it's not as I plan it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;Cause I start losing my head and then I get up in a pan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;ic &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;Remember when we were kids and always knew when to quit it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;Are we denying a crisis or are we scared of admitting it? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;I don't want to know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;I just want to run to you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;And break off the chains, and throw them away &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;I just want to be so much &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;And shake off the dust that turned me to rust &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;Sooner than later, I'll need a savior, I'll need a saviour &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;It won't ever change if you want it to stay the same &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;I really hate it but I know it's hard to choose if you're chained &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;And when it's all you control cause you've got nothing else to hold &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;You're getting tighter and tighter, it's getting harder to let it go &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SQecCOBLGcE/Sqiel69jG8I/AAAAAAAANIw/7lqdNIjgpfE/s1600-h/MustafaDedeogLu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SQecCOBLGcE/Sqiel69jG8I/AAAAAAAANIw/7lqdNIjgpfE/s400/MustafaDedeogLu.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379724129213815746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;♥THE END♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1888794383570301686-8559286416072173249?l=erishaling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erishaling.blogspot.com/feeds/8559286416072173249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1888794383570301686&amp;postID=8559286416072173249' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1888794383570301686/posts/default/8559286416072173249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1888794383570301686/posts/default/8559286416072173249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erishaling.blogspot.com/2009/09/saviour.html' title='Saviour'/><author><name>Miss Confession</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07394041489510093306</uri><email>ling.daintyruss@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11236166417605847649'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SQecCOBLGcE/Sqiel69jG8I/AAAAAAAANIw/7lqdNIjgpfE/s72-c/MustafaDedeogLu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1888794383570301686.post-573603395135506453</id><published>2009-07-19T16:21:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T16:59:36.029+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='OMG Confessions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I confess that'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>in case you've been wondering...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Small talk: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I woke up half pass noon today feeling light headed &amp;amp; for the pass 30 minutes before now my stomach has been misbehaving like a bitch...FML&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SQecCOBLGcE/SmLXzXBFQGI/AAAAAAAANHA/uyA7aLLqLOk/s1600-h/camera_by_yayu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SQecCOBLGcE/SmLXzXBFQGI/AAAAAAAANHA/uyA7aLLqLOk/s400/camera_by_yayu.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360083783876165730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have nothing witty, bitchy, thought-provoking or even emotionally influencing to write about so this post is going to be pretty much about me and my endless continuation on the quest to accomplish something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something you should know about moi is that most of the days, I wake up and in an instant I would go - &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;"Oh I feel like cooking omelets today"&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;And from there I'll start thinking about googling various fancy omelet recipes and then I would decide to make a whole list of omelet recipes compiled in a book or start a blog/site about food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then the next waking hour, I would probably go like this - &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;"Hmm... I should start writing a book!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the very next day or two I'll be -&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;"Hey why don't I start dancing classes and join competitions"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well by know I bet you know the drill. My "quest" for accomplishing something. It has to be something. And everyday, it's a different thing. So, sometimes my room might end up with various leftovers or half done products of my sudden urge to do something one fine day; waiting for the next "spring cleaning" session to take over and bring my room back to life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just the other day I had the sudden urge to photograph things. But the closest I got was taking self-shots while I was doing crunches and then deleting them off. So much for capturing little things and starting a photo-blog at &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com"&gt;Flickr&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came yesterday, I was blog-hopping and I ended up in &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/"&gt;Etsy&lt;/a&gt;. Long story short, my buried passion for jewelry making and handmade trinkets have resurfaced. Now, I feel like sewing. (Damn sometimes I irritate myself this way). Now my shopping list has a mini electric sewing machine written on it. Pfft. Speaking of saving up cash, this is not helping one bit. But then again I calmed myself by telling myself that this might turn out to be a successful business which in turn will bring in extra moolah. (smiles to self appraisingly) - &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;"Now where did I chuck my old boxes of ribbons, threads, buttons, beads, glitters and trinkets??"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The question now is whether these fresh urges will...will... will... (damn what's the word again)...prevail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all I know I might be start loving the idea of baking cupcakes everyday like how Izzie Stevens did in Grey's. (oh wait a minute, I think that already happened!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To leave me alone with my thoughts hanging lose - vulnerable and susceptible to sudden, random urges or ideas is the very least - hazardous to my savings account, my room and sometimes my family (esp. my Mom who constantly thinks I just need to sit still and be less imaginative)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me now, have YOU had episodes of sudden urges or "quest" to accomplish something?&lt;br /&gt;(please say yes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥THE END♥&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/1888794383570301686-573603395135506453?l=erishaling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erishaling.blogspot.com/feeds/573603395135506453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1888794383570301686&amp;postID=573603395135506453' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1888794383570301686/posts/default/573603395135506453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1888794383570301686/posts/default/573603395135506453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erishaling.blogspot.com/2009/07/in-case-youve-been-wondering.html' title='in case you&apos;ve been wondering...'/><author><name>Miss Confession</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07394041489510093306</uri><email>ling.daintyruss@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11236166417605847649'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SQecCOBLGcE/SmLXzXBFQGI/AAAAAAAANHA/uyA7aLLqLOk/s72-c/camera_by_yayu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1888794383570301686.post-1705633568235313508</id><published>2009-07-17T14:32:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T15:01:24.918+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='what-I-did'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I confess that'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>on Good Wife reflection &amp; a few things</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Small talk:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Blogger's image upload tool is being a complete biatch to me. I can't seem to upload any images! Being a visual person, I find this very irritating =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;On a shinier note, I am ecstatic! I got the job!!!! Well, it's just a temporary job while I'm on my 7 weeks semester break  but, heck, I got it. This means there's something for me to do. This means that I get paid. Oh I can go to sleep joyful tonight. (funny, not like I go to bed sulky the past nights but you get my point) I'll be starting next Monday and the best part is the office is just near my college =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Although since last Thursday, I've not been complaining much of the sudden bucket full of free time I've had since my last paper ended, it would be really great to work and not to mention I need to cash. (not for shopping OK, I know what you guys are thinking) Actually it has been pretty far from it (complaining I mean). I've been indulging myself with lots of stuff I've not been able to make time for when I was way back being busy with assignments and exams. I even have time to do silly small things just because I have so much time to spare. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Like checking out my blog's analytics the other day and this is what I found out:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;My recent traffics were due to this post: How to be a Good Wife!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;For some reason, people are actually searching this phrase. Hmm... I find it a little interesting that there are a bunch of people searching this and I wonder - for research perhaps? mere fun of reading? Or someone's been a horribel wife and have decided to depend on guides like this perhaps? One word - INTERESTING. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The last time I got something like this was when I blogged about CLEO's Eligible Bachelors and the trip I had to the doctor that resulted in my consumption of honey which - fyi - helps boost sex life (a fact I came across when I was googling about the goodness of honey). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It really is interesting how one can have a slight knowledge of what others are looking up in Google / internet by random blogging and vice versa. (I should make a test out of this and start thinking of something else to blog about since I have so much spare time)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Right. There we are. LMC is signing off now coz she wants to head over to her &lt;a href="http://basicfashionfolder.blogspot.com/"&gt;fashion blog&lt;/a&gt; and update there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;~END~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1888794383570301686-1705633568235313508?l=erishaling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erishaling.blogspot.com/feeds/1705633568235313508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1888794383570301686&amp;postID=1705633568235313508' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1888794383570301686/posts/default/1705633568235313508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1888794383570301686/posts/default/1705633568235313508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erishaling.blogspot.com/2009/07/on-good-wife-reflection-few-things.html' title='on Good Wife reflection &amp; a few things'/><author><name>Miss Confession</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07394041489510093306</uri><email>ling.daintyruss@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11236166417605847649'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1888794383570301686.post-6396485192910491291</id><published>2009-07-15T22:42:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T15:01:43.863+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I recommend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bitchy thoughts'/><title type='text'>Railway parasites</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SQecCOBLGcE/Sl3vLHQU65I/AAAAAAAANFQ/7UzTA5_Ny2k/s1600-h/spring_cleaning.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 187px; height: 265px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SQecCOBLGcE/Sl3vLHQU65I/AAAAAAAANFQ/7UzTA5_Ny2k/s400/spring_cleaning.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358702105845885842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Small talk&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Shopping spree is infectious. Interviews are dull. I cannot stress how much i loathe numbers this week and I am yet again sick of the train.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Today's such a drag I practically cleaned my entire room and had everything rearranged, reorganized, grouped and color coordinated.&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I am amazed myself by what I did today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it will not last long for sure...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it has been quite a number of years that I've been taking the KTM train, KL monorail and Putra LRT. Although my usuals wouldn't be referred to as an everyday thing but it is frequent enough to notice several intolerable behaviors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One that never fails to take place is the existence of "railway parasites". I coined this term in reference to passengers who are ignorant when it comes to other passengers and they always do at least one of these: &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;A) hug the pole&lt;/span&gt; (nevermind whether they're sweating like Niagra fall; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;B) lean on the pole &lt;/span&gt;(doesn't matter with their entire back/butt/sides/front); &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;C) not holding the pole but simply stand right in front of the pole giving no access to other passengers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really fine when there's no one around that needs the pole for stability but when there are others who really need the poles, it is really thought provoking as to why these railway parasites are simply so ignorant or blind. Perhaps they have this innate fear that if they merely hold the pole with one hand they might fall and break their necks. Shrugs. Who am I to know right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, if you're one of those railway parasites, come a little closer. I'm in a such a giving mood right now so let me share some secrets I have that could be rather useful in case miraculously all poles in the train mysteriously disappear (we should get prepared shouldn't we?) I bet that this pointers would be way more effective if not more interesting than what you parasites have already been doing to annoy others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;**1)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Now instead of using your energy to hug a pole tight or have your weigh all over the pole like you own it, why not stock up on some cement or maybe a super super glue - make sure there's plenty to soak you up. Go ahead to either end or corner of the train and glue yourself to the corners. Doesn't matter if it's the walls or the floor of the cubicle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;If you want to glue yourself to the ceiling, that would be creative as well!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;2)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Another thing you could do is lay flat on the floor (if you want to additionally glue yourself to the floor - that would be creative!) and then let other passengers board the train and stand on your (bear in mind to let as many people as possible) and their accumulated weight will definitely hold you down so you won't fly or drop at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;3)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;OR you could purchase dozens of clear plastic wrappers (ya know the ones used to wrap up chilled or packed food at the supermarket or those that are used at home to sealed extra food; the ones that are stretchable, clear and would stick to the surface of a container containing the food. Then, just get any kind person (I'm sure someone would be willing to) just wrap you entirely to the pole. Every inch of you. Oh and make sure to stretch your arms out so others can hold on to you for support; in replacement of the pole.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, I guess that's about it. I'm out of ideas and I'm tired. But if anyone who has thought of anything else better than my ideas, why not share your secrets here so these pesky railway parasites can decide on the most creative way to "embed"  themselves to the train so they don't have to hug or wrap their entire arms and body towards poles as if they own them poles. ;-)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;~END~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1888794383570301686-6396485192910491291?l=erishaling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erishaling.blogspot.com/feeds/6396485192910491291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1888794383570301686&amp;postID=6396485192910491291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1888794383570301686/posts/default/6396485192910491291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1888794383570301686/posts/default/6396485192910491291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erishaling.blogspot.com/2009/07/railway-parasites.html' title='Railway parasites'/><author><name>Miss Confession</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07394041489510093306</uri><email>ling.daintyruss@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11236166417605847649'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SQecCOBLGcE/Sl3vLHQU65I/AAAAAAAANFQ/7UzTA5_Ny2k/s72-c/spring_cleaning.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1888794383570301686.post-1879293476914313517</id><published>2009-07-06T16:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T16:50:36.260+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>What is wrong with me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;social psych social psych social psych...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There was this box right in the middle of nowhere and it is filled with a bunch of grey shreds of paper filled with thousands of scribbles...and then everything became so hazy as the wind blew up all the sand from the ground that supported the box - which I'm not even sure if it was pressed or pulled by gravity. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;All this studying is making me go nuts. I'll be back once I get myself together. :-S&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1888794383570301686-1879293476914313517?l=erishaling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erishaling.blogspot.com/feeds/1879293476914313517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1888794383570301686&amp;postID=1879293476914313517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1888794383570301686/posts/default/1879293476914313517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1888794383570301686/posts/default/1879293476914313517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erishaling.blogspot.com/2009/07/what-is-wrong-with-me.html' title='What is wrong with me?'/><author><name>Miss Confession</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07394041489510093306</uri><email>ling.daintyruss@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11236166417605847649'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1888794383570301686.post-7174913525146162422</id><published>2009-06-25T21:45:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T22:24:28.229+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I recommend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='OMG Confessions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Things To Do Before i Die - Revisited</title><content type='html'>For those of you who have read and followed this blog since I was just a newbie might have read this particular post before - titled - Things To Do Before I Die...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you've not, here goes: &lt;a href="http://erishaling.blogspot.com/2009/03/things-to-do-before-i-die.html"&gt;CLICK HERE &lt;/a&gt;(click lar!!!! don't be so lazy alright... I purposely link this post here... )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Actually I don't really care if you click the link or not... no wait! I do care! So just click it. Won't die. (damn am I annoying this way but please pardon me. I just had a childish moment today at the park. It's still lingering deep down)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok moving on. The purpose of me linking that post is because this post is going to be...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THINGS TO DO BEFORE I DIE (revisited)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Plus I just realized something. I know we won't know when we'll die and we might die young. Just don't think too far from where we are right now and let's just focus being positive - which is that we will die when we're old and wrinkly and not anytime soon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now from that list (see I told you to click and read the link because now you'll be so lost), I've came across a couple of things that I doubt I will ever overcome the fear and do it. Even as I say this - it proves! Because I don't even have the confidence to thing the other way round. Pfftt. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok so anyway, what are the things on that list I was referring to??? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THESE:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" color: rgb(94, 101, 104);  line-height: 19px; font-family:Arial;font-size:12px;"&gt;~Get the tattoo that I've always wanted @ my ankle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" color: rgb(94, 101, 104);  line-height: 19px; font-family:Arial;font-size:12px;"&gt;~Ride a big rollercoaster that rates at least 3 on a 1-5 scale (LOL i'm a coward this way)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" color: rgb(94, 101, 104);  line-height: 19px; font-family:Arial;font-size:12px;"&gt;~Learn to float &amp;amp; swim (yeah I can't you can stop laughing at me already)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#5E6568;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 19px;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#5E6568;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 19px;font-size:12px;"&gt;Yes yes... say whatever you want to say. I know I'm a whim. I've never actually rode on an actual rollercoaster...ever. Well not yet. But I think I will never. If you (anyone of you) is able to make me do it, you're damn great!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#5E6568;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 19px;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#5E6568;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 19px;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#5E6568;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 19px;font-size:12px;"&gt;And then I also came to realized that I left a few things from the list as well. (if you can't stand lists, just layan me for a while lar... I've been diagnosed with some random disease... I need attention =P)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#5E6568;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 19px;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#5E6568;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 19px;font-size:12px;"&gt;Here goes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 19px; font-family:Arial;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;~ To learn photography (don't know how to explain this but there's just a simple kind of wonder when I capture beautiful moments &amp;amp; I love photos that don't make sense at all)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" color: rgb(94, 101, 104);  line-height: 19px; font-family:Arial;font-size:12px;"&gt;~ To start the first chapter of a book... even if i don't finish it... all that matters is to actually start on it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 19px; font-family:Arial;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;~ To publish an article&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" color: rgb(94, 101, 104);  line-height: 19px; font-family:Arial;font-size:12px;"&gt;~ To host a bazaar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 19px; font-family:Arial;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;~ To learn to watch a game without falling asleep or wanting to fall asleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" color: rgb(94, 101, 104);  line-height: 19px; font-family:Arial;font-size:12px;"&gt;~ To buy something I really want with my own hard earn money&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 19px; font-family:Arial;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;~ To go to Disneyland &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" color: rgb(94, 101, 104);  line-height: 19px; font-family:Arial;font-size:12px;"&gt;~ To take a photo with a snake (oh boy where did this come from??)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 19px; font-family:Arial;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;~ To adopt a child&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" color: rgb(94, 101, 104);  line-height: 19px; font-family:Arial;font-size:12px;"&gt;~ To invest in a restaurant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#5E6568;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 19px;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#5E6568;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 19px;font-size:12px;"&gt;And the list shall stop here... reason why? Because I just feel so random today... must be those childish moments in the park this evening. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/1888794383570301686-7174913525146162422?l=erishaling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erishaling.blogspot.com/feeds/7174913525146162422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1888794383570301686&amp;postID=7174913525146162422' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1888794383570301686/posts/default/7174913525146162422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1888794383570301686/posts/default/7174913525146162422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erishaling.blogspot.com/2009/06/for-those-of-you-who-have-read-and.html' title='Things To Do Before i Die - Revisited'/><author><name>Miss Confession</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07394041489510093306</uri><email>ling.daintyruss@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11236166417605847649'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1888794383570301686.post-5508589478861395138</id><published>2009-06-20T23:08:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T23:38:14.878+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='OMG Confessions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I confess that'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>The Last Kiss</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You don't know how&lt;br /&gt;You don't know when&lt;br /&gt;You don't know why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you find the both of you falling from a tree&lt;br /&gt;Landing hard on the dry hard ground&lt;br /&gt;You both look at each other - questioning&lt;br /&gt;And got the same answer - yes it hurts&lt;br /&gt;But you both never expected so much pain could come from falling from a tree&lt;br /&gt;Like every part of you is aching&lt;br /&gt;Every bone - brittle and breaking down&lt;br /&gt;Every muscle - tearing&lt;br /&gt;Every skin - shredding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's so much to say; so much to do&lt;br /&gt;But every word feels so heavy - and so you both don't even want to try&lt;br /&gt;Afraid that saying anything at all will tear your jaws apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you let the moment be that way&lt;br /&gt;The both of you lying down on the dry hard ground - unmoved&lt;br /&gt;Everything and everywhere starts to swell up&lt;br /&gt;Every joint starts to strain - like you're being rip apart&lt;br /&gt;Every ache, every pinch, every prick - gets worst&lt;br /&gt;And yet words just pass through as thoughts&lt;br /&gt;Neither the both of you mention a word, made a gesture, move a muscle...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tree leaves start falling down like snow&lt;br /&gt;Looking into each others' eyes - you both know it's time&lt;br /&gt;Or is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just as you both start to grab each other in the arms despite all odds,&lt;br /&gt;A strong force pulls the both of you apart&lt;br /&gt;And as you both brutally crawl towards each other,&lt;br /&gt;Tears start to feel like broken glasses gliding down your cheeks&lt;br /&gt;The last excruciating pain but it's too late&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The final moment where you both almost touch each other,&lt;br /&gt;There it was a painful sound&lt;br /&gt;Bones break&lt;br /&gt;Muscles tear&lt;br /&gt;Skin shred&lt;br /&gt;And as you open your eye, you both find the other is gone&lt;br /&gt;And you remember the last kiss you had, the last embrace, the final touch...&lt;br /&gt;Yes the last kiss and it's no longer there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SQecCOBLGcE/Sjz7aCTDuZI/AAAAAAAAMLE/Wmxij_Jrydc/s1600-h/The_Kiss_by_liquidtheoryinc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SQecCOBLGcE/Sjz7aCTDuZI/AAAAAAAAMLE/Wmxij_Jrydc/s400/The_Kiss_by_liquidtheoryinc.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349426882121283986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till you reach the day you lose "the other", you will never fully grasp that pain.&lt;br /&gt;Don't take things for granted because then when you reach that day, it's too late to regret it all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*to everyone I care &amp;amp; love*&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/1888794383570301686-5508589478861395138?l=erishaling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erishaling.blogspot.com/feeds/5508589478861395138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1888794383570301686&amp;postID=5508589478861395138' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1888794383570301686/posts/default/5508589478861395138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1888794383570301686/posts/default/5508589478861395138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erishaling.blogspot.com/2009/06/last-kiss.html' title='The Last Kiss'/><author><name>Miss Confession</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07394041489510093306</uri><email>ling.daintyruss@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11236166417605847649'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SQecCOBLGcE/Sjz7aCTDuZI/AAAAAAAAMLE/Wmxij_Jrydc/s72-c/The_Kiss_by_liquidtheoryinc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1888794383570301686.post-7500327496541139631</id><published>2009-06-16T02:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T18:12:15.160+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleepless nights'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bitchy thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I confess that'/><title type='text'>the little girl who dreads past nights</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SQecCOBLGcE/Sji0z72H5HI/AAAAAAAAMKU/K8JjezeC24k/s1600-h/My_Body_Is_A_Cage_by_aquapell.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SQecCOBLGcE/Sji0z72H5HI/AAAAAAAAMKU/K8JjezeC24k/s400/My_Body_Is_A_Cage_by_aquapell.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348223361833493618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm having difficulty sleeping tonight. AGAIN!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What is it with me? Am I damned to have sleepless nights this year?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I hate it when this happens. You know why?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let me tell you a story of a little girl. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Many years back there was a little girl has a heart as fragile as a chicken's. There was a period of time where she dreads going to bed at night because of the series of repeated or continuous nightmares she had to endure night after night. Sometimes as hazy as a tiny rainbow in the sky yet sometimes as vivid as the bright full moon. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;And then there was a time when she fell sick and even the Doctor couldn't find a cure. Those dreadful long nights - they eventually dissappear but visions and memories remain&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;That little girl was me. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;So now you know why I hate sleepless nights...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because those silent, lonely moments trigger my thoughts and those memories resurface. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Being me, I hate taking sleeping pills so I don't rely on them. Hence, the blogging of this post. Lately, I've had numerous encounters of either really annoying, disturbing, dreadful and/or bewildered moments. I know every once in a while, everyone has their own pet peeves but when it goes beyond that, I really have nothing to say. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's bad enough that I have to endure crazy sleepless nights, I don't need to deal with:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) People who are rude to old folks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) People who don't respect women&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) People who inconsiderately smoke right in my face while I'm busy having my breakfast/lunch/tea/dinner/supper, etc&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) People who accidentally knock into me/step on my foot/hit me/shove me but don't have the common sense to say sorry. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5) People who cut queues (esp the ones I'm in)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6) People who shove others to get on the bus/train (esp the train)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7) People who deliberately speak to me in Chinese just because they think I'm Chinese (doesn't matter if I'm actually Chinese) and stare at me like a have 3 eyes when I say I can't speak Chinese. Screw u!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8) People who keep going on about me being a Chinese and can't speak Chinese and that I should know how to speak Chinese. It's like you're saying to a blind that he/she has eyes and that he/she should be able to see. Screw u!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9) People who don't give a damn if a guy curse but it it's a girl, it's "O-M-G how can u curse??"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10) People who shake their legs in the cinema, hall or auditorium (esp when those people sit behind me). I really, truly am not looking for a vibrating massage chair, TQ. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11) People who don't know me &amp;amp; and I don't know them, and they start adding me in Facebook or Myspace or on MSN. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12) People who have bad BO but don't use deodorant. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;13) People who day dream at the traffic light. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;14) People who ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't feel like going on because I think it's time for me to go to sleep now. *YAWN*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1888794383570301686-7500327496541139631?l=erishaling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erishaling.blogspot.com/feeds/7500327496541139631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1888794383570301686&amp;postID=7500327496541139631' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1888794383570301686/posts/default/7500327496541139631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1888794383570301686/posts/default/7500327496541139631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erishaling.blogspot.com/2009/06/little-girl-who-dreads-past-nights.html' title='the little girl who dreads past nights'/><author><name>Miss Confession</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07394041489510093306</uri><email>ling.daintyruss@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11236166417605847649'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SQecCOBLGcE/Sji0z72H5HI/AAAAAAAAMKU/K8JjezeC24k/s72-c/My_Body_Is_A_Cage_by_aquapell.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1888794383570301686.post-2480834691076123796</id><published>2009-06-15T20:45:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T21:05:38.844+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bitchy thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='OMG Confessions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='what-I-did'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I confess that'/><title type='text'>How To Be A Good Wife...</title><content type='html'>Let's sidetrack a little bit for a while...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh it's been such a long time that I've not logged into this blog of mine to post something. Short semesters are such a rush!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad right now because I've finished my mid terms and I successfully did my presentation today. Just a few minor assignments left &amp;amp; a big presentation coming before finals (which I must say is hopeful since we're given a week for study break) wheee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Righto! Now we head back to what's on the menu today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How To Be A Good Wife&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;WARNING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*this might be offensive, stay away if you think you can't handle this piece of shit*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all wives: If you think you're doing a fine job as a wife right now... you might want to think again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all wives to be: If you think you'll have no doubts what-so-ever that you'll be a shitty wife, you might want to reconsider!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See I saw this last week when I was studying for my Social Psych's paper when it caught my attention. To make things short &amp;amp; sweet, I was shocked &amp;amp; by far fumed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the biscuit am I talking about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well let me introduce to you the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Good Wife's Guide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (promising you an excellent guarantee that you'll turn out to be the best of the best, your husband will love you "till death do us part" sense)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Have dinner ready. Plan ahead, even the night before, to have a delicious  meal ready on time for his return. This is a way of letting him know that you  have be thinking about him and are concerned about his needs. Most men are  hungry when they get home and the prospect of a good meal is part of the warm  welcome needed. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Prepare yourself. Take 15 minutes to rest so you'll be refreshed when he  arrives. Touch up your make-up, put a ribbon in your hair and be fresh-looking.  He has just been with a lot of work-weary people. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Be a little gay and a little more interesting for him. His boring day may  need a lift and one of your duties is to provide it. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Clear away the clutter. Make one last trip through the main part of the  house just before your husband arrives. Run a dustcloth over the tables. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;During the cooler months of the year you should prepare and light a fire for  him to unwind by. Your husband will feel he has reached a haven of rest and  order, and it will give you a lift too. After all, catering to his comfort will  provide you with immense personal satisfaction. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Minimize all noise. At the time of his arrival, eliminate all noise of the  washer, dryer or vacuum. Encourage the children to be quiet. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Be happy to see him. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Greet him with a warm smile and show sincerity in your desire to please him. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Listen to him. You may have a dozen important things to tell him, but the  moment of his arrival is not the time. Let him talk first - remember, his topics  of conversation are more important than yours. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Don't greet him with complaints and problems. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Don't complain if he's late for dinner or even if he stays out all night.  Count this as minor compared to what he might have gone through at work. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Make him comfortable. Have him lean back in a comfortable chair or lie him  down in the bedroom. Have a cool or warm drink ready for him. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Arrange his pillow and offer to take off his shoes. Speak in a low, soothing  and pleasant voice. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Don't ask him questions about his actions or question his judgment or  integrity. Remember, he is the master of the house and as such will always  exercise his will with fairness and truthfulness. You have no right to question  him. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;A good wife always knows her place. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes! So now do you know what you're not doing as a "good wife"??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh... it's a good thing this bunch of stereotypical statements don't come by much anymore.&lt;br /&gt;But why oh why isn't there A Good Husband's Guide?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh wait I think I know why!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not telling. I want to hear from all of you why do you think so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*if you don't already know, I'm Little Miss Sarcastic today ;-)*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1888794383570301686-2480834691076123796?l=erishaling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erishaling.blogspot.com/feeds/2480834691076123796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1888794383570301686&amp;postID=2480834691076123796' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1888794383570301686/posts/default/2480834691076123796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1888794383570301686/posts/default/2480834691076123796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erishaling.blogspot.com/2009/06/how-to-be-good-wife.html' title='How To Be A Good Wife...'/><author><name>Miss Confession</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07394041489510093306</uri><email>ling.daintyruss@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11236166417605847649'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1888794383570301686.post-3475321203612226488</id><published>2009-06-06T22:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T22:47:18.910+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bitchy thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I confess that'/><title type='text'>itch itch little pants</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SQecCOBLGcE/SiqAv5xVKvI/AAAAAAAAMJc/k2m1C-Zl-Q0/s1600-h/IMG_4034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SQecCOBLGcE/SiqAv5xVKvI/AAAAAAAAMJc/k2m1C-Zl-Q0/s400/IMG_4034.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344225468278450930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Damn this is not good. My neck has been doomed with two huge red lines on each side and they itch like super duper effin nonsense!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUCKS!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't scratch and it's red. I scratch and it's red. I guess the best part is that there's no growth or anything popping out at the areas. It's just red and itchy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So itchy that I wanna rip my neck out.&lt;br /&gt;Has anyone had this before???&lt;br /&gt;Someone help me pls =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1888794383570301686-3475321203612226488?l=erishaling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erishaling.blogspot.com/feeds/3475321203612226488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1888794383570301686&amp;postID=3475321203612226488' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1888794383570301686/posts/default/3475321203612226488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1888794383570301686/posts/default/3475321203612226488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erishaling.blogspot.com/2009/06/itch-itch-little-pants.html' title='itch itch little pants'/><author><name>Miss Confession</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07394041489510093306</uri><email>ling.daintyruss@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11236166417605847649'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SQecCOBLGcE/SiqAv5xVKvI/AAAAAAAAMJc/k2m1C-Zl-Q0/s72-c/IMG_4034.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1888794383570301686.post-7814049433577990987</id><published>2009-06-03T20:40:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T21:32:28.066+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hot hawt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I confess that'/><title type='text'>i'll make them guys sigh with ecstacy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today I feel like being generous to the guys. The males of the world. The men of the Earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooh and not forgetting those females that love females too =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I present to you *jeng jeng jeng*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A) Lil Miss Confession's List of Hot Hollywood Female Celebrities:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SQecCOBLGcE/ShJhFgmbg9I/AAAAAAAAMIU/XMqGCGlRWMo/s1600-h/83983.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 307px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SQecCOBLGcE/ShJhFgmbg9I/AAAAAAAAMIU/XMqGCGlRWMo/s400/83983.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337435255665820626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jessica Biel - Has hot talent and a hot personality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SQecCOBLGcE/ShJgAzbm6eI/AAAAAAAAMIM/PfHsI16IEKw/s1600-h/83992.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 307px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SQecCOBLGcE/ShJgAzbm6eI/AAAAAAAAMIM/PfHsI16IEKw/s400/83992.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337434075309730274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Charlize Theron - don't you want her Trapped in your heart?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SQecCOBLGcE/ShJgAwIZqOI/AAAAAAAAMIE/TOnDSw4Xvls/s1600-h/84004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 307px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SQecCOBLGcE/ShJgAwIZqOI/AAAAAAAAMIE/TOnDSw4Xvls/s400/84004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337434074423863522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hayden Panettiere - who wants a hot Heroes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SQecCOBLGcE/ShJgAgQNNgI/AAAAAAAAMH8/L9dpOK_2nms/s1600-h/84010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 307px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SQecCOBLGcE/ShJgAgQNNgI/AAAAAAAAMH8/L9dpOK_2nms/s400/84010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337434070161634818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Beyonce Knowles - If you were a boy, you'd be a hot one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SQecCOBLGcE/ShJgAXuRJ6I/AAAAAAAAMH0/NO6IUhBSIqc/s1600-h/84020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 307px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SQecCOBLGcE/ShJgAXuRJ6I/AAAAAAAAMH0/NO6IUhBSIqc/s400/84020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337434067871803298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Taylor Swift - those country men loves you too =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SQecCOBLGcE/ShJgAWbF3xI/AAAAAAAAMHs/fay3JgA9Kms/s1600-h/elizaimdbit7gc1ub5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SQecCOBLGcE/ShJgAWbF3xI/AAAAAAAAMHs/fay3JgA9Kms/s400/elizaimdbit7gc1ub5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337434067522936594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Eliza Dushku - reason why we all love Dollhouse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SQecCOBLGcE/ShJfZ3gzFVI/AAAAAAAAMHk/lC25Zwy5fk0/s1600-h/83972.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 307px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SQecCOBLGcE/ShJfZ3gzFVI/AAAAAAAAMHk/lC25Zwy5fk0/s400/83972.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337433406390342994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Megan Fox - c'mon, admit it most of you guys watch love Transformers because she's one of the reasons why...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SQecCOBLGcE/ShJfZdknMXI/AAAAAAAAMHc/fQz0F4nQVJw/s1600-h/82546.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 307px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SQecCOBLGcE/ShJfZdknMXI/AAAAAAAAMHc/fQz0F4nQVJw/s400/82546.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337433399427019122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Blake Lively - hot name. Anyone who loves gossips would love to here more gossips about you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SQecCOBLGcE/ShJfZWaBT2I/AAAAAAAAMHU/nBwSswZFq7M/s1600-h/64943.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 307px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SQecCOBLGcE/ShJfZWaBT2I/AAAAAAAAMHU/nBwSswZFq7M/s400/64943.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337433397503545186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Eva Longoria - she may be small, but she is one hot housewife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SQecCOBLGcE/ShJfZIgWFFI/AAAAAAAAMHM/EwgJFaIliWQ/s1600-h/64183.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 307px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SQecCOBLGcE/ShJfZIgWFFI/AAAAAAAAMHM/EwgJFaIliWQ/s400/64183.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337433393771975762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Leighton Meester - Not only can this girl make a hot bitch on tv, she has a hot voice too... check out Good Girls Go Bad song!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SQecCOBLGcE/ShJfZAk-bpI/AAAAAAAAMHE/tcACSEtGFSQ/s1600-h/36422.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 307px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SQecCOBLGcE/ShJfZAk-bpI/AAAAAAAAMHE/tcACSEtGFSQ/s400/36422.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337433391643913874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Angelina Jolie - although she is weirdly skinny now, her roles on the silver screens are totally hot ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B) Lil Miss Confession's Beautiful Hollywood Female Celebrities:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SQecCOBLGcE/ShJfD05aQXI/AAAAAAAAMG8/ABTjPuft-uI/s1600-h/83975.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 307px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SQecCOBLGcE/ShJfD05aQXI/AAAAAAAAMG8/ABTjPuft-uI/s400/83975.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337433027731145074" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;Scarlet Johansson - what can I say? A beautifully talented actress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SQecCOBLGcE/ShJfDtK4CaI/AAAAAAAAMG0/7z8qb6Fakjk/s1600-h/83329.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 307px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SQecCOBLGcE/ShJfDtK4CaI/AAAAAAAAMG0/7z8qb6Fakjk/s400/83329.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337433025656916386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Christina Aguilera - I am beautiful no matter what they say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SQecCOBLGcE/ShJfDV-5v4I/AAAAAAAAMGs/Lb9Zw2cAhUs/s1600-h/76794.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 307px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SQecCOBLGcE/ShJfDV-5v4I/AAAAAAAAMGs/Lb9Zw2cAhUs/s400/76794.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337433019432681346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anne Hathaway - Just because you were "the" Mia Thermapolis in The Princess Diaries who used to be (not pretty) doesnt mean you;re not beautiful...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SQecCOBLGcE/ShGi_GAkbCI/AAAAAAAAMFs/EVdRfQBiHtA/s1600-h/aishwarya-rai-picture-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 307px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SQecCOBLGcE/ShGi_GAkbCI/AAAAAAAAMFs/EVdRfQBiHtA/s400/aishwarya-rai-picture-3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337226238239206434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aishwarya Rai - Bollywood is beautiful babe =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SQecCOBLGcE/ShGi_y0_9zI/AAAAAAAAMGM/ull09TT3Or4/s1600-h/83981.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 307px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SQecCOBLGcE/ShGi_y0_9zI/AAAAAAAAMGM/ull09TT3Or4/s400/83981.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337226250270275378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Halle Berry - One beautiful Bond girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SQecCOBLGcE/ShGi_-lysBI/AAAAAAAAMGE/KZzgTT7J5z4/s1600-h/155.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 307px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SQecCOBLGcE/ShGi_-lysBI/AAAAAAAAMGE/KZzgTT7J5z4/s400/155.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337226253427716114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Katherine Heigl - even as a cancer patient cum doctor, Heigl makes a hot one at both!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SQecCOBLGcE/ShGi_ol6ytI/AAAAAAAAMF8/w-cgwIZMOP8/s1600-h/83982.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 307px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SQecCOBLGcE/ShGi_ol6ytI/AAAAAAAAMF8/w-cgwIZMOP8/s400/83982.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337226247522667218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jessica Alba - bangs are beautiful too you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SQecCOBLGcE/ShGi_dHG2CI/AAAAAAAAMF0/mWI-tKOqNJU/s1600-h/gwen_stefani_no_doubt_big.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 295px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SQecCOBLGcE/ShGi_dHG2CI/AAAAAAAAMF0/mWI-tKOqNJU/s400/gwen_stefani_no_doubt_big.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337226244440643618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Gwen Stefani - Beautiful Mummy who has beautiful talent and a beautiful boy =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~END~&lt;br /&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/1888794383570301686-7814049433577990987?l=erishaling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erishaling.blogspot.com/feeds/7814049433577990987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1888794383570301686&amp;postID=7814049433577990987' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1888794383570301686/posts/default/7814049433577990987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1888794383570301686/posts/default/7814049433577990987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erishaling.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html' title='i&apos;ll make them guys sigh with ecstacy'/><author><name>Miss Confession</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07394041489510093306</uri><email>ling.daintyruss@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11236166417605847649'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SQecCOBLGcE/ShJhFgmbg9I/AAAAAAAAMIU/XMqGCGlRWMo/s72-c/83983.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1888794383570301686.post-8597971916498637563</id><published>2009-05-29T11:31:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T11:47:33.892+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I recommend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>i make them good girls go bad...</title><content type='html'>See!!!! I knew it!! I knew it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this beginning of college and loads of assignment has cut my blogging mojo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See I can't blog a new post regularly like I used to. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have so many to blog about but I can't find the time. And when I do, I just get so exhausted already to even make up proper sentences in a blog post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I really don't like the fact that I can't read as much books as I do when I was younger. I got a bunch of new books I bought from MPH warehouse and they are still elegantly displayed on the bookshelf - untouched (btw, must listen to The Veronica's song titled Untouched)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much to do, so little time.&lt;br /&gt;So if you don't already know, this will be a quickie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's make this post an 'I recommend" post by recommending you two songs. Just take a listen. Me likey =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kristy, Are You DOing Okay by The Offspring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YHw3MscfflY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YHw3MscfflY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Girls Go Bad by Cobra Starship feat Leighton Meester ( couldn't find the official music video, I think it's not out yet )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4cgOahaWepk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4cgOahaWepk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what do you think of both?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~END~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1888794383570301686-8597971916498637563?l=erishaling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erishaling.blogspot.com/feeds/8597971916498637563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1888794383570301686&amp;postID=8597971916498637563' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1888794383570301686/posts/default/8597971916498637563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1888794383570301686/posts/default/8597971916498637563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erishaling.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-make-them-good-girls-go-bad.html' title='i make them good girls go bad...'/><author><name>Miss Confession</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07394041489510093306</uri><email>ling.daintyruss@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11236166417605847649'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1888794383570301686.post-6558475147501642080</id><published>2009-05-24T22:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T22:11:09.583+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Aliens vs. XY</title><content type='html'>I think guys are like the term aliens...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Weird, unknown, different...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What do you think?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~END~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1888794383570301686-6558475147501642080?l=erishaling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erishaling.blogspot.com/feeds/6558475147501642080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1888794383570301686&amp;postID=6558475147501642080' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1888794383570301686/posts/default/6558475147501642080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1888794383570301686/posts/default/6558475147501642080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erishaling.blogspot.com/2009/05/aliens-vs-xy.html' title='Aliens vs. XY'/><author><name>Miss Confession</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07394041489510093306</uri><email>ling.daintyruss@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11236166417605847649'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1888794383570301686.post-3678562891831586476</id><published>2009-05-22T11:45:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T12:06:19.433+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I confess that'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>desperate with a budget</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SQecCOBLGcE/ShYgers3_3I/AAAAAAAAMI8/oh7h_o9_KJs/s1600-h/_sogni_sospesi__by_introvertevent.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 353px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SQecCOBLGcE/ShYgers3_3I/AAAAAAAAMI8/oh7h_o9_KJs/s400/_sogni_sospesi__by_introvertevent.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338490119793409906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There are currently hundreds &amp;amp; millions of thoughts going across my mind right now. It has always been so for a couple of days. So many things to do. So many things to keep track off. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate short semesters. Time runs out faster and work-time-overload comes into place.&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention that I have to get an intern or a job for this coming semester break. I have to. So frustrating. And I hope I'll be able to get a good one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only will I gain a lot of the wanted and needed experience for my future but also one that provides a rather well pay so I can finally buy a new handphone. The old one now sucks balls.&lt;br /&gt;Irritating little red gadget doesn't want to function properly when I need it the most. Speaking of which, what brand or model should I get??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still in the indecisive mode. I can't decide. I need one that is really reliable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, speaking of extra income, I really need to go shop for more appropriate attires for formal or work. Limited is an issue. If I were to go to work, I can't go around wearing the same old skirt or pants for 3 days in a row. Alternating them is still a NO-NO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I need more jeans. Skinnies is what I need. Why does everything have to cost so much???&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind, let's just blame it on economy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SQecCOBLGcE/ShYgDnZ5tpI/AAAAAAAAMIs/wXISfV5PumY/s1600-h/2237201439_945f8f79e7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 297px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SQecCOBLGcE/ShYgDnZ5tpI/AAAAAAAAMIs/wXISfV5PumY/s400/2237201439_945f8f79e7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338489654783620754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SQecCOBLGcE/ShYgDnsBP8I/AAAAAAAAMIk/pAfWxqc3ul0/s1600-h/966789_fpx.tif.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SQecCOBLGcE/ShYgDnsBP8I/AAAAAAAAMIk/pAfWxqc3ul0/s400/966789_fpx.tif.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338489654859612098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SQecCOBLGcE/ShYgDc3kGeI/AAAAAAAAMIc/o_Do38-f5Jk/s1600-h/510712_fpx.tif.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 327px; height: 394px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SQecCOBLGcE/ShYgDc3kGeI/AAAAAAAAMIc/o_Do38-f5Jk/s400/510712_fpx.tif.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338489651955243490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes I need a washout or a grey one. And then a white one. And probably a maroon. C'mon girls!!! I need your help. Where can I buy good skinnies &amp;amp; work attire that won't cost a bomb in my pocket???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*note the multiple question marks, I'm desperate*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~END~&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/1888794383570301686-3678562891831586476?l=erishaling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erishaling.blogspot.com/feeds/3678562891831586476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1888794383570301686&amp;postID=3678562891831586476' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1888794383570301686/posts/default/3678562891831586476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1888794383570301686/posts/default/3678562891831586476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erishaling.blogspot.com/2009/05/desperate-with-budget.html' title='desperate with a budget'/><author><name>Miss Confession</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07394041489510093306</uri><email>ling.daintyruss@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11236166417605847649'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SQecCOBLGcE/ShYgers3_3I/AAAAAAAAMI8/oh7h_o9_KJs/s72-c/_sogni_sospesi__by_introvertevent.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1888794383570301686.post-6228414442204977076</id><published>2009-05-19T21:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T21:57:47.665+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bitchy thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='OMG Confessions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I confess that'/><title type='text'>Don't produce if you don't care</title><content type='html'>I know that we humans are capable of doing anything if we put our minds to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heck, some people can even go around bashing their 2 month old child or use their own biological children as sex slaves. We all know by now that the worst one can ever do to their own children is to murder them a cold, bloody murder or even rape their own child. Like I said, anything is possible with us humans that it really isn't something shocking anymore. (it used to be)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although all that can seem to be merely inhumane and possibly show how much a lunatic and sick person we all can portray ourselves to the world, it still doesn't show that anything remotely less cruel than all those act mentioned above are minor in comparison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like when you freely leave your children to roam around on the streets without protection and supervision or like when you bring your little ones on the motorcycle without a helmet. I just don't understand why some parents can be so ignorant as to let their 2 year old or 5 year old to sit on the motorcycle without any head protection while the parents were having helmets on for themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How sure are you that you're able to securely maintain your child's safety while riding on the motorcycle without a helmet? Are you 100% positive about that? 200%? You're sure you can maneuver the motorcycle  safely all the time?&lt;br /&gt;But what about other drivers on the road? How sure are you that they will not hit your motorcycle?&lt;br /&gt;How sure are you that the next incoming car would not suddenly lose control and hit you - causing your child (who has a higher risk of losing his or her life because there was an absence of proper head gear and protection) to have a lower risk of injury from the hit or accident?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you think that you will be lucky all the time (or even your child), you're wrong because that's not how life function. Anything can happen. Anything is possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may not be a parent but I seriously don't understand how someone who is one could just suffer the ups and downs of 9 months pregnancy and not protect their child?&lt;br /&gt;All those days nurturing your child and you won't spare some money for some proper head gear or protection?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SQecCOBLGcE/ShGhkUmtdpI/AAAAAAAAMFM/ae9FQ4FBWlA/s1600-h/GK_14_by_Lois011690.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SQecCOBLGcE/ShGhkUmtdpI/AAAAAAAAMFM/ae9FQ4FBWlA/s400/GK_14_by_Lois011690.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337224678789183122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Damn you people who are guilty as charged. How can you let such adorable kids travel on the verge of a possibility in losing their lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SQecCOBLGcE/ShGhkKQSM0I/AAAAAAAAMFE/4P3YJPXrfkM/s1600-h/Asian_Clo_2_by_AleKDust.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SQecCOBLGcE/ShGhkKQSM0I/AAAAAAAAMFE/4P3YJPXrfkM/s400/Asian_Clo_2_by_AleKDust.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337224676010767170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If you can't afford to love and care for your children, then you should consider stop producing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh what is that??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't live without sex but you can live with the death of your little ones? pffffttt...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~END~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1888794383570301686-6228414442204977076?l=erishaling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erishaling.blogspot.com/feeds/6228414442204977076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1888794383570301686&amp;postID=6228414442204977076' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1888794383570301686/posts/default/6228414442204977076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1888794383570301686/posts/default/6228414442204977076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erishaling.blogspot.com/2009/05/dont-produce-if-you-dont-care.html' title='Don&apos;t produce if you don&apos;t care'/><author><name>Miss Confession</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07394041489510093306</uri><email>ling.daintyruss@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11236166417605847649'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SQecCOBLGcE/ShGhkUmtdpI/AAAAAAAAMFM/ae9FQ4FBWlA/s72-c/GK_14_by_Lois011690.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1888794383570301686.post-7247742578599731638</id><published>2009-05-17T01:50:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T01:54:06.904+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I confess that'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>I Love Nuffnang...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SQecCOBLGcE/Sg79HKNF7xI/AAAAAAAAME8/zULACPLX0vw/s1600-h/2149469663_147ec89c4b_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SQecCOBLGcE/Sg79HKNF7xI/AAAAAAAAME8/zULACPLX0vw/s400/2149469663_147ec89c4b_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336480907920797458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...for it's generosity!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is at times like this that Nuffnang just proves to be so cool for giving out CTR bonuses =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These couple of weeks and last month, as I click onto the site to check my analytics, they they were...those little bonuses in blue =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nuffnang, you make this bitch a happier one on blue days&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1888794383570301686-7247742578599731638?l=erishaling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erishaling.blogspot.com/feeds/7247742578599731638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1888794383570301686&amp;postID=7247742578599731638' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1888794383570301686/posts/default/7247742578599731638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1888794383570301686/posts/default/7247742578599731638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erishaling.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-love-nuffnang.html' title='I Love Nuffnang...'/><author><name>Miss Confession</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07394041489510093306</uri><email>ling.daintyruss@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11236166417605847649'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SQecCOBLGcE/Sg79HKNF7xI/AAAAAAAAME8/zULACPLX0vw/s72-c/2149469663_147ec89c4b_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1888794383570301686.post-447217713470021985</id><published>2009-05-16T12:08:00.017+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T17:16:34.898+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hot hawt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='OMG Confessions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='what-I-did'/><title type='text'>Confessions of A Bikini-clad Girl by The Pool</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Listening to:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Kiss Me Through The Phone by Soulja Boy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/R5J39bcY0frRx0prnc-DmQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_SQecCOBLGcE/Sg2_T3VGr-I/AAAAAAAAMEo/TkH542JiGw0/s800/IMG_3740.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh... it might have been the current weather lately *i guess* that made my friends and I so keen to go for a dip in the pool. *we're even thinking of going again*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for what it's worth, let me come clean. I don't swim. Zilch. I don't know how to swim. I've never learn before. I just enjoy dipping in the pool since the weather is so so so so HOT everyday. Even when it's raining. OMG! Some days it's super duper hot I think the world is going to melt into some blue/green cheese that's splattered somewhere in the universe and we'll all be the melting little seasonings and essential ingredients to make it a very cheesie meal. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*me and my imaginations!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok enough about the heat and the world being a cheese. Too much indulgence over my over-active imagination can be detrimental to your health. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/VmUwP4nGOu6jx0PYCUt0Hg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_SQecCOBLGcE/Sg2_Tj2zyLI/AAAAAAAAMEc/VHdKscnj740/s800/IMG_3709.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*hahahha... Steph took this shot off me being dissatisfied with the pancakes i had for my breakfast on that day*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/B7dEBY6XARpjdjNnEqkz1w?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_SQecCOBLGcE/Sg3AhCZ7UqI/AAAAAAAAME0/AGHXqtkcg-o/s800/IMG_3755.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*some random shots... I just love to do so... maybe one day I'll take up photography =P*&lt;br /&gt;see I'm so random &amp;amp; indecisive that way, I always come up with things our of the blue that I think I would love to do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/oVA_oKLUdMA6RxEWLQdncQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_SQecCOBLGcE/Sg2_T6YzsDI/AAAAAAAAMEg/xopwIQgz4ag/s800/IMG_3727.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhh it was blazing hot but the pool water's always cold...&lt;br /&gt;see those coconut trees. Made me crave for some coconut drink on such a hot weather. I miss the good ol times where I always had coconut to quench my thirst when I was younger because my grandma's place had coconut trees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/ZyF3aSNIAzxjqjRj1x16fA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_SQecCOBLGcE/Sg3AhFAmwkI/AAAAAAAAMEw/RVrWUX5wkzQ/s800/IMG_3745.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/gHTrt3aA2aT2d6-rpcgmIQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_SQecCOBLGcE/Sg2_Tyu76XI/AAAAAAAAMEk/2eB9SY99iGQ/s800/IMG_3739.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me relaxing away from the sun while I took random shots of the girls and other things as well.&lt;br /&gt;* no that's not my legs...*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/OcJtTKEYnCl-ZACGUebG5g?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_SQecCOBLGcE/Sg2_UKpUjUI/AAAAAAAAMEs/OTFPWskaBNA/s800/IMG_3744.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*hahaha this one shot is so obvious that I was pretending. really failed*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/L4-1PZ52FI06pqNSHrHNWg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_SQecCOBLGcE/Sg3AhNFwPPI/AAAAAAAAME4/CpV4WZO2ysU/s800/IMG_3768.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then right after all that swimming and dipping, we sweat our butts out in the sauna. It was the best. After the sauna, you can really feel so refreshed. But then the heat was unbearable, plus the heat from the weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I want to go again. it'll be so nice to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's times like these that you just think of all the random things you want to do. Like for me, I have sudden urges to go for picnics ( I know where!!! DPC!!! But wait till the weather is not so terrible), dipping in the waterfalls (the best lar!!! the water is super duper cold) or like going for walks just for the nothing before the sun sets. It's little things like these that don't cost much but can be really wonderfull.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~END~&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/1888794383570301686-447217713470021985?l=erishaling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erishaling.blogspot.com/feeds/447217713470021985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1888794383570301686&amp;postID=447217713470021985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1888794383570301686/posts/default/447217713470021985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1888794383570301686/posts/default/447217713470021985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erishaling.blogspot.com/2009/05/confessions-of-bikini-clad-girl-by-pool.html' title='Confessions of A Bikini-clad Girl by The Pool'/><author><name>Miss Confession</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07394041489510093306</uri><email>ling.daintyruss@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11236166417605847649'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_SQecCOBLGcE/Sg2_T3VGr-I/AAAAAAAAMEo/TkH542JiGw0/s72-c/IMG_3740.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>