<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8672741</id><updated>2011-12-14T18:36:12.427-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shifting sands of time</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672741/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Char</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>100</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8672741.post-114964512140012503</id><published>2006-06-06T18:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T18:52:01.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>if you haven't heard-</title><content type='html'>it's now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tantrumsandtiaras.wordpress.com"&gt;http://www.tantrumsandtiaras.wordpress.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry for the fickle-mindedness! =p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8672741-114964512140012503?l=bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/114964512140012503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8672741&amp;postID=114964512140012503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672741/posts/default/114964512140012503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672741/posts/default/114964512140012503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com/2006/06/if-you-havent-heard.html' title='if you haven&apos;t heard-'/><author><name>Char</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8672741.post-114811912129346673</id><published>2006-05-20T02:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T02:58:41.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the hundredth!</title><content type='html'>hooray. sorry for the vacuum between updates.. been really busy with well, STUFF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hoho.&lt;br /&gt;happy hundredth!&lt;br /&gt;was considering a change of layout, but let's face it.&lt;br /&gt;i'm lazy, and i expect too much. (((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8672741-114811912129346673?l=bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/114811912129346673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8672741&amp;postID=114811912129346673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672741/posts/default/114811912129346673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672741/posts/default/114811912129346673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com/2006/05/hundredth.html' title='the hundredth!'/><author><name>Char</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8672741.post-114355956311183755</id><published>2006-03-28T07:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T07:26:45.820-08:00</updated><title type='text'>memory</title><content type='html'>We look around us,&lt;br/&gt;looking for something familiar &lt;br/&gt;that we can hold onto.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Look back- &lt;br/&gt;You vaguely remember the happy past.&lt;br/&gt;Remind me: I've forgotten.&lt;br/&gt;I am disillusioned.&lt;br/&gt;Take me back to the start.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;What lies ahead?&lt;br/&gt;With trepidation, and yet caution,&lt;br/&gt;We remain still.&lt;br/&gt;Afraid to move&lt;br/&gt;away from the past and present.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;For now,&lt;br/&gt;I'm standing right where you are;&lt;br/&gt;The only place I belong: in your arms&lt;br/&gt;Listening to our hearts beat&lt;br/&gt;Together.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8672741-114355956311183755?l=bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/114355956311183755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8672741&amp;postID=114355956311183755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672741/posts/default/114355956311183755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672741/posts/default/114355956311183755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com/2006/03/memory.html' title='memory'/><author><name>Char</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8672741.post-114007702482746835</id><published>2006-02-16T00:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T00:03:44.870-08:00</updated><title type='text'>.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I hate the way my life is now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;It is such a sham.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I can’t carry on here, and yet, I can’t bring myself to delete all that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;All I have left are memories, and I’ll be holding on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Moving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Moving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Moved. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8672741-114007702482746835?l=bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/114007702482746835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8672741&amp;postID=114007702482746835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672741/posts/default/114007702482746835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672741/posts/default/114007702482746835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com/2006/02/blog-post_16.html' title='.'/><author><name>Char</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8672741.post-113984369598475821</id><published>2006-02-13T07:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T07:14:56.363-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to me, v-day to all. (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;It’s v day tomorrow, and I am valentine-less.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;But, it doesn’t matter.. you need time, and I understand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;You made &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;today &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;special. In fact, with you in my life, I dare say that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;You make every day special. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;I know you took the day off to spend it with me, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;And I just really didn’t have to remind you of the past.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;If I could turn back time and take back the crap I said, I would’ve. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;And I’d be going out with you tomorrow. But heck it, darling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;You and me, we’ll have many tomorrows. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;Knowing that I’m loved by you makes me content, I don’t HAVE to be out painting the town red. Red flows in me, and you make it happen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;you make my heart beat FASTER, and slower, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;at the same time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;whoever said that absence makes the heart grow fonder was SO right: the peck I got from you was so nice and sweet, and it still sends a shiver down my spine when I felt your lips touch mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;The taste of you lingers on my lips.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;I want to have you saying “Happy Birthday” 2 months late, in your cute little way, starting from now. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;I won’t be wearing my heart on my sleeve, but somewhere else everyone can see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;You had me at hello. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;Char* hearts Fiz, dearly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;13 Feb 06.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;12 Feb 06….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;everyday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8672741-113984369598475821?l=bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/113984369598475821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8672741&amp;postID=113984369598475821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672741/posts/default/113984369598475821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672741/posts/default/113984369598475821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com/2006/02/happy-birthday-to-me-v-day-to-all.html' title='Happy Birthday to me, v-day to all. (:'/><author><name>Char</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8672741.post-113975402996704344</id><published>2006-02-12T06:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T06:22:06.033-08:00</updated><title type='text'>youandme.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm lifted by your words.They mean so much.It's been so long since I've smiled.You bring me new life.Is this a dream?If so I don't want to ever wake.Let me sleep forever.Embrace this moment; it's too good to last for long.Although I wish it could.Don't leave me now, it's too hard, to stand without you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;To fiz:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;When all else fails, look to the stars.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I’ll be standing right next to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8672741-113975402996704344?l=bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/113975402996704344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8672741&amp;postID=113975402996704344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672741/posts/default/113975402996704344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672741/posts/default/113975402996704344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com/2006/02/im-lifted-by-your-wo.html' title='youandme.'/><author><name>Char</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8672741.post-113905288466836248</id><published>2006-02-04T03:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-04T03:34:44.740-08:00</updated><title type='text'>.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Book Antiqua;font-size:85%;"&gt;Je suis tres fatigue…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8672741-113905288466836248?l=bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/113905288466836248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8672741&amp;postID=113905288466836248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672741/posts/default/113905288466836248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672741/posts/default/113905288466836248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com/2006/02/blog-post.html' title='.'/><author><name>Char</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8672741.post-113759954754828883</id><published>2006-01-18T07:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T07:52:27.593-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A personal entry</title><content type='html'>Hello fellow classmates.I know that it's been a pretty tough with and some getting used to, but PUSH ON!Been feeling pretty low myself too and I felt like I’m stuck in a rut.Or just in a bad place, at a bad time.It was the worst first week of school for me, ever.A mountain of homework to be done, new teachers, that overwhelming sense of helplessness....I won't deny that I’ve actually been SERIOUSLY contemplating suicide, for the first ever,Just because of all the homework/stress blahs.Yes, SUICIDE. I know all of you may think I’m being really stupid, but i totally felt so bad that all the work piled up constantly, and it was either I couldn't do it right, or that i couldn't do it at all.I was clueless, and exhausted. Wednesday and Thursday were the WORST.I was really, really BENT on suicide because nothing half this bad has ever happened to me.To top it off, I was getting pretty little sleep, and it made me sick and REALLY unhappy. (No, Vincent- I did not pon GP, econs and geog on purpose.)I’d also cried constantly because 1) I was not feeling well at all, and 2) rather upset about school.You may wonder why am I telling you guys this, butNo, I don't crave attention.No, I’m not trying to gain sympathy.And no, I’m not trying to play the role of the poor little girl either.Au contraire, it's all because I don't want any of you guys to ever be in my position.Carol said to me: "Don't let the stress get to you, girl. You have to use it as a form of motivation!" She's right. Ms. aminah is well, a mean econs MACHINE, yes, but we all know that she's a first-class teacher, and once we're under her, an A is already in the bag. I suppose the price we pay for that would be like an hour long class which doubles up as cardio exercise daily. As for the other new teachers, I suppose we'll just have to adapt to their new teaching styles. (:Thank you, Carol.To all, or if not, some of you, I’m the girl who disappears during breaks, refusing to socialize with you guys. I apologize for that. Truth is, (I’ll be honest here) I've never really believed in having cliques, so I generally hop about, like some social butterfly of sorts. It’s different, but it's just me, I suppose, but I’m trying to change that now. And I just never really confided in you peeps cos I didn't want to burden you people with my problems aye? But let's look forward, and MUG HARDDD for our As together!We are 129 '05, and nothing will ever change that.We just gotta keep fighting, and PERSERVERE.We're gonna keep our heads up HIGH, and get those As!129 '05, let's go get ‘em. (:MUCHLOVES.Char*(hopefully, still the hyper cheerleader of the class.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8672741-113759954754828883?l=bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/113759954754828883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8672741&amp;postID=113759954754828883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672741/posts/default/113759954754828883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672741/posts/default/113759954754828883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com/2006/01/personal-entry_18.html' title='A personal entry'/><author><name>Char</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8672741.post-113759805398280406</id><published>2006-01-18T07:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T07:27:34.033-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A personal entry</title><content type='html'>Hello fellow classmates.I know that it's been a pretty tough with and some getting used to, but PUSH ON!Been feeling pretty low myself too and I felt like I’m stuck in a rut.Or just in a bad place, at a bad time.It was the worst first week of school for me, ever.A mountain of homework to be done, new teachers, that overwhelming sense of helplessness....I won't deny that I’ve actually been SERIOUSLY contemplating suicide, for the first ever,Just because of all the homework/stress blahs.Yes, SUICIDE. I know all of you may think I’m being really stupid, but i totally felt so bad that all the work piled up constantly, and it was either I couldn't do it right, or that i couldn't do it at all.I was clueless, and exhausted. Wednesday and Thursday were the WORST.I was really, really BENT on suicide because nothing half this bad has ever happened to me.To top it off, I was getting pretty little sleep, and it made me sick and REALLY unhappy. (No, Vincent- I did not pon GP, econs and geog on purpose.)I’d also cried constantly because 1) I was not feeling well at all, and 2) rather upset about school.You may wonder why am I telling you guys this, butNo, I don't crave attention.No, I’m not trying to gain sympathy.And no, I’m not trying to play the role of the poor little girl either.Au contraire, it's all because I don't want any of you guys to ever be in my position.Carol said to me: "Don't let the stress get to you, girl. You have to use it as a form of motivation!" She's right. Ms. aminah is well, a mean econs MACHINE, yes, but we all know that she's a first-class teacher, and once we're under her, an A is already in the bag. I suppose the price we pay for that would be like an hour long class which doubles up as cardio exercise daily. As for the other new teachers, I suppose we'll just have to adapt to their new teaching styles. (:Thank you, Carol.To all, or if not, some of you, I’m the girl who disappears during breaks, refusing to socialize with you guys. I apologize for that. Truth is, (I’ll be honest here) I've never really believed in having cliques, so I generally hop about, like some social butterfly of sorts. It’s different, but it's just me, I suppose, but I’m trying to change that now. And I just never really confided in you peeps cos I didn't want to burden you people with my problems aye? But let's look forward, and MUG HARDDD for our As together!We are 129 '05, and nothing will ever change that.We just gotta keep fighting, and PERSERVERE.We're gonna keep our heads up HIGH, and get those As!129 '05, let's go get ‘em. (:MUCHLOVES.Char*(hopefully, still the hyper cheerleader of the class.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8672741-113759805398280406?l=bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/113759805398280406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8672741&amp;postID=113759805398280406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672741/posts/default/113759805398280406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672741/posts/default/113759805398280406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com/2006/01/personal-entry.html' title='A personal entry'/><author><name>Char</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8672741.post-113522086011196821</id><published>2005-12-21T19:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T19:07:40.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the day she shuts up. (finally.)</title><content type='html'>I’m on my 14th hour of voice rest, 10 more to go… which means ABSOLUTELY NO TALKING AT ALL. (not even a whisper! It’s quite harsh on the larynx already, as it is.)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I feel like two things: a mime (a bad one, at that) who manages to gain sympathy from mommaye dearest, and tickles daddy’s funny bones ( you’re so chatty usually that you’re TERRIBLE at miming. I’ve got no idea what you’re gesticulating. CUTE! (: ),&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;also annoyed by her sister’s antics. (What’s that? I CAN’T HEAR YOU….. =p)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Well. DIGERIDOO to you too.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;The second thing I feel like: an oompa-loompa on OVERDRIVE, and put on mute.&lt;br/&gt;After GESTICULATING FRANTICIALLY for half an hour, having some wild, (not to mention, impromptu) game of ‘Charades’, I decided to stick to good ol’ pen and paper. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;(No, seriously. How would you act out: “I’m on voice rest for 24 hours, and that means shutting up COMPLETELY.”)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Well. As always, there’s stuff to learn from this experience:&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;1)&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;You know about the pair of Nikes and the new schoolbag I wanted for next year?&lt;br/&gt;(Bad time to try asking for it from Dad… He can’t hear you!)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;2) A great time to test if you guys in the family have the skills of non-verbal communication.&lt;br/&gt;(the rents and the sib did SO well, I’m thinking about extending the voierest period. (:) &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;3) A good test of your ability to express yourself. &lt;br/&gt;(Really. Shut up COMPLETELY for a day and see how THAT feels.)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;4) You get to put yourself in the shoes of the mute.&lt;br/&gt;(Life’s REALLY tough for em. They prolly get bullied/ taken advantage of just because they can’t speak. Or sing. Or ask for that really great pair of Nikes and that smashing bag.)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;5) My sis REALLY knows me.&lt;br/&gt;(She could differentiate my different quizzical brow looks;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;The “oh yeah?”, “And, since when?”, “So WHAT?” kind of thing. I knew cos she responded in sequence to my looks. Stupid, but yes: We were arguing about MY polo Ralph toiletries bag.)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Will blog again soon. I’m just SO TIRED out by the whole flu thing. Hope you guys don’t get sick. And oh yes:&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAVE YOU DONE YOUR HOMEWORK? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8672741-113522086011196821?l=bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/113522086011196821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8672741&amp;postID=113522086011196821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672741/posts/default/113522086011196821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672741/posts/default/113522086011196821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com/2005/12/day-she-shuts-up-finally.html' title='the day she shuts up. (finally.)'/><author><name>Char</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8672741.post-113466269147409006</id><published>2005-12-15T08:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-15T08:04:51.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'>http://www.livejournal.com/~jaimetee/</title><content type='html'>&amp;lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&amp;gt;&amp;lt;tr&amp;gt;&amp;lt;td bgcolor="#EEE9E9" align=center&amp;gt;&amp;lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&amp;gt;&amp;lt;b&amp;gt;Your Nail Polish Color is Magenta&amp;lt;/b&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/font&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/td&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/tr&amp;gt;&amp;lt;tr&amp;gt;&amp;lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&amp;gt;&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;&amp;lt;img src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whatcolornailpolishbestfitsyouquiz/magenta.jpg" height="100" width="100"&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&amp;lt;font color="#000000"&amp;gt;&lt;br/&gt;How you're unique: You're confident - and you show everyone the true you&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Why your style rocks: You have the attitude to carry the most outrageous outfits off&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;What this color says about you: "Look at me. I know you want to!"&amp;lt;/font&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/td&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/tr&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/table&amp;gt;&amp;lt;div align="center"&amp;gt;&amp;lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/whatcolornailpolishbestfitsyouquiz/"&amp;gt;What Color Nail Polish Best Fits You?&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/div&amp;gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&amp;lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&amp;gt;&amp;lt;tr&amp;gt;&amp;lt;td bgcolor="#FFE7F3" align=center&amp;gt;&amp;lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&amp;gt;&amp;lt;b&amp;gt;You are a Great Girlfriend&amp;lt;/b&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/font&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/td&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/tr&amp;gt;&amp;lt;tr&amp;gt;&amp;lt;td bgcolor="#FEF4F9"&amp;gt;&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;&amp;lt;img src="http://images.yournewromance.com/goodgirlfriendquiz/great-girlfriend.jpg" height="100" width="100"&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&amp;lt;font color="#000000"&amp;gt;&lt;br/&gt;When it comes to your guy, you're very thoughtful&lt;br/&gt;But you also haven't stopped thinking of yourself&lt;br/&gt;You're the perfect blend of independent and caring&lt;br/&gt;You're a total catch - make sure your guy knows it too!&amp;lt;/font&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/td&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/tr&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/table&amp;gt;&amp;lt;div align="center"&amp;gt;&amp;lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/goodgirlfriendquiz/"&amp;gt;Are You a Good Girlfriend?&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/div&amp;gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&amp;lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&amp;gt;&amp;lt;tr&amp;gt;&amp;lt;td bgcolor="#999999" align=center&amp;gt;&amp;lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&amp;gt;&amp;lt;b&amp;gt;Guys Like That You're Charming&amp;lt;/b&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/font&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/td&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/tr&amp;gt;&amp;lt;tr&amp;gt;&amp;lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC"&amp;gt;&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;&amp;lt;img src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whatdoguyslikeaboutyouquiz/you-are-charming.jpg" height="100" width="100"&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&amp;lt;font color="#000000"&amp;gt;&lt;br/&gt;You're the girl most guys can't get out of their heads&lt;br/&gt;Even if they met you on a bad hair day :-)&lt;br/&gt;You just seem to "click" with everyone you meet&lt;br/&gt;So even if a guy forgets about you for a second... his friends haven't!&amp;lt;/font&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/td&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/tr&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/table&amp;gt;&amp;lt;div align="center"&amp;gt;&amp;lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/whatdoguyslikeaboutyouquiz/"&amp;gt;What Do Guys Like About You?&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/div&amp;gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&amp;lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&amp;gt;&amp;lt;tr&amp;gt;&amp;lt;td bgcolor="#FFE4E1" align=center&amp;gt;&amp;lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&amp;gt;&amp;lt;b&amp;gt;You Can Hang With the Guys and the Girls&amp;lt;/b&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/font&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/td&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/tr&amp;gt;&amp;lt;tr&amp;gt;&amp;lt;td bgcolor="#FFF1EF"&amp;gt;&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;&amp;lt;img src="http://images.yournewromance.com/howgirlieareyouquiz/both.jpg" height="100" width="100"&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&amp;lt;font color="#000000"&amp;gt;&lt;br/&gt;You've struck a good balance between girlie and laid back.&lt;br/&gt;You can keep it casual but when you dress up, you are as girly as the next girl.&amp;lt;/font&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/td&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/tr&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/table&amp;gt;&amp;lt;div align="center"&amp;gt;&amp;lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/howgirlieareyouquiz/"&amp;gt;How Girlie Are You?&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/div&amp;gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&amp;lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&amp;gt;&amp;lt;tr&amp;gt;&amp;lt;td bgcolor="#EEE9E9" align=center&amp;gt;&amp;lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&amp;gt;&amp;lt;b&amp;gt;Men See You As Playful&amp;lt;/b&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/font&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/td&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/tr&amp;gt;&amp;lt;tr&amp;gt;&amp;lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&amp;gt;&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;&amp;lt;img src="http://images.yournewromance.com/howdomenseeyouquiz/see-playful.jpg" height="100" width="100"&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&amp;lt;font color="#000000"&amp;gt;&lt;br/&gt;Men want a challenge and you are the perfect playmate&lt;br/&gt;You know how to push men's buttons and attract a wide range of guys&lt;br/&gt;You enjoy living and loving - it's one of your most attractive qualities&lt;br/&gt;Men are often consumed with desire for you, and you love that!&amp;lt;/font&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/td&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/tr&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/table&amp;gt;&amp;lt;div align="center"&amp;gt;&amp;lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/howdomenseeyouquiz/"&amp;gt;How Do Men See You?&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/div&amp;gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&amp;lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&amp;gt;&amp;lt;tr&amp;gt;&amp;lt;td bgcolor="#FEA7B6" align=center&amp;gt;&amp;lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&amp;gt;&amp;lt;b&amp;gt;It's 90% Love and 10% Lust&amp;lt;/b&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/font&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/td&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/tr&amp;gt;&amp;lt;tr&amp;gt;&amp;lt;td bgcolor="#FFCED6"&amp;gt;&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;&amp;lt;img src="http://images.yournewromance.com/isitloveorlustquiz/love.jpg" height="100" width="100"&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&amp;lt;font color="#000000"&amp;gt;&lt;br/&gt;You and your guy are truly in love, even if that spark seems to be a little dimmer.&lt;br/&gt;&amp;lt;/font&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/td&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/tr&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/table&amp;gt;&amp;lt;div align="center"&amp;gt;&amp;lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/isitloveorlustquiz/"&amp;gt;Is It Lust or Love?&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/div&amp;gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&amp;lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&amp;gt;&amp;lt;tr&amp;gt;&amp;lt;td bgcolor="#EEE9E9" align=center&amp;gt;&amp;lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&amp;gt;&amp;lt;b&amp;gt;You are a Brainy Girl!&amp;lt;/b&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/font&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/td&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/tr&amp;gt;&amp;lt;tr&amp;gt;&amp;lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&amp;gt;&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;&amp;lt;img src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whatkindofgirlareyouquiz/brainy-girl.gif" height="100" width="100"&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&amp;lt;font color="#000000"&amp;gt;&lt;br/&gt;Whether you're an official student or a casual learner, you enjoy hitting the books.&lt;br/&gt;You know a little bit about everything, and you're always dying to know more.&lt;br/&gt;For a guy to win your heart, he's got to share some of your intellectual interests.&lt;br/&gt;A awesome book collection of his own doesn't hurt either!&amp;lt;/font&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/td&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/tr&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/table&amp;gt;&amp;lt;div align="center"&amp;gt;&amp;lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/whatkindofgirlareyouquiz/"&amp;gt;What Kind of Girl Are You?&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/div&amp;gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&amp;lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&amp;gt;&amp;lt;tr&amp;gt;&amp;lt;td bgcolor="#96D6C5" align=center&amp;gt;&amp;lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&amp;gt;&amp;lt;b&amp;gt;You Are a Tulip&amp;lt;/b&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/font&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/td&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/tr&amp;gt;&amp;lt;tr&amp;gt;&amp;lt;td bgcolor="#C5EFE4"&amp;gt;&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;&amp;lt;img src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whatflowerareyouquiz/tulip.jpg" height="100" width="100"&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&amp;lt;font color="#000000"&amp;gt;&lt;br/&gt;You have a wild, experimental side that craves change.&lt;br/&gt;You often switch jobs and men, always looking for something better.&lt;br/&gt;But deep down, you're also very well grounded and content.&lt;br/&gt;And you will come to know that the life you live is already ideal.&amp;lt;/font&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/td&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/tr&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/table&amp;gt;&amp;lt;div align="center"&amp;gt;&amp;lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/whatflowerareyouquiz/"&amp;gt;What Flower Are You?&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/div&amp;gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&amp;lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&amp;gt;&amp;lt;tr&amp;gt;&amp;lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&amp;gt;&amp;lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&amp;gt;&amp;lt;b&amp;gt;Your Reputation Is: Mean Girl&amp;lt;/b&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/font&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/td&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/tr&amp;gt;&amp;lt;tr&amp;gt;&amp;lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&amp;gt;&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;&amp;lt;img src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whatsyourreputationquiz/mean-girl.jpg" height="100" width="100"&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&amp;lt;font color="#000000"&amp;gt;&lt;br/&gt;You rule through teasing and intimidation..&lt;br/&gt;Yet, people would give the world to be your friend&amp;lt;/font&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/td&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/tr&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/table&amp;gt;&amp;lt;div align="center"&amp;gt;&amp;lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/whatsyourreputationquiz/"&amp;gt;What's Your Reputation?&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/div&amp;gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&amp;lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&amp;gt;&amp;lt;tr&amp;gt;&amp;lt;td bgcolor="#B9D3EE" align=center&amp;gt;&amp;lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&amp;gt;&amp;lt;b&amp;gt;Your Ideal Marriage Proposal Is&amp;lt;/b&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/font&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/td&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/tr&amp;gt;&amp;lt;tr&amp;gt;&amp;lt;td bgcolor="#C6E2FF"&amp;gt;&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;&amp;lt;img src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whatsyouridealmarriageproposalquiz/mutual.jpg" height="100" width="100"&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&amp;lt;font color="#000000"&amp;gt;&lt;br/&gt;Mutual, after a great conversation about your future and feelings.&amp;lt;/font&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/td&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/tr&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/table&amp;gt;&amp;lt;div align="center"&amp;gt;&amp;lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/whatsyouridealmarriageproposalquiz/"&amp;gt;What's Your Ideal Marriage Proposal?&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/div&amp;gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&amp;lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&amp;gt;&amp;lt;tr&amp;gt;&amp;lt;td bgcolor="#EEE9E9" align=center&amp;gt;&amp;lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&amp;gt;&amp;lt;b&amp;gt;You Are a Light Pink Rose&amp;lt;/b&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/font&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/td&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/tr&amp;gt;&amp;lt;tr&amp;gt;&amp;lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&amp;gt;&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;&amp;lt;img src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whatcolorroseareyouquiz/light-pink-rose.jpg" height="100" width="100"&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&amp;lt;font color="#000000"&amp;gt;&lt;br/&gt;You represent sweetness and grace.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Your vibe: Kind and gentle&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Falling in love with you: is like falling in love with a best friend&amp;lt;/font&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/td&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/tr&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/table&amp;gt;&amp;lt;div align="center"&amp;gt;&amp;lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/whatcolorroseareyouquiz/"&amp;gt;What Color Rose Are You?&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/div&amp;gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&amp;lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&amp;gt;&amp;lt;tr&amp;gt;&amp;lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&amp;gt;&amp;lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&amp;gt;&amp;lt;b&amp;gt;You Belong in Paris&amp;lt;/b&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/font&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/td&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/tr&amp;gt;&amp;lt;tr&amp;gt;&amp;lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&amp;gt;&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;&amp;lt;img src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whatcitydoyoubelonginquiz/paris.jpg" height="100" width="100"&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&amp;lt;font color="#000000"&amp;gt;&lt;br/&gt;Stylish and a little sassy, you were meant for Paris.&lt;br/&gt;The art, the fashion, the wine, the men!&lt;br/&gt;Whether you're enjoying the cafe life or a beautiful park...&lt;br/&gt;You'll love living in the most chic place on earth.&amp;lt;/font&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/td&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/tr&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/table&amp;gt;&amp;lt;div align="center"&amp;gt;&amp;lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/whatcitydoyoubelonginquiz/"&amp;gt;What City Do You Belong In?&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/div&amp;gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&amp;lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&amp;gt;&amp;lt;tr&amp;gt;&amp;lt;td bgcolor="#999999" align=center&amp;gt;&amp;lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&amp;gt;&amp;lt;b&amp;gt;Your Fashion Style is Trendy&amp;lt;/b&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/font&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/td&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/tr&amp;gt;&amp;lt;tr&amp;gt;&amp;lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC"&amp;gt;&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;&amp;lt;img src="http://images.yournewromance.com/yourfashionstylequiz/trendy.jpg" height="100" width="100"&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&amp;lt;font color="#000000"&amp;gt;&lt;br/&gt;You love fashion and live to shop&lt;br/&gt;And keeping up with the lastet trends is what you love best&lt;br/&gt;You know what's in, out, about to be in, and about to be out&lt;br/&gt;You love to dress your friends and would make a killer celebrity stylist&amp;lt;/font&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/td&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/tr&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/table&amp;gt;&amp;lt;div align="center"&amp;gt;&amp;lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/yourfashionstylequiz/"&amp;gt;What's Your Fashion Style?&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/div&amp;gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&amp;lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&amp;gt;&amp;lt;tr&amp;gt;&amp;lt;td bgcolor="#B9D3EE" align=center&amp;gt;&amp;lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&amp;gt;&amp;lt;b&amp;gt;You Are Midtown&amp;lt;/b&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/font&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/td&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/tr&amp;gt;&amp;lt;tr&amp;gt;&amp;lt;td bgcolor="#C6E2FF"&amp;gt;&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;&amp;lt;img src="http://images.yournewromance.com/areyouuptownordowntownquiz/midtown.jpg" height="100" width="100"&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&amp;lt;font color="#000000"&amp;gt;&lt;br/&gt;You love so many things, you don't fit into any one label.&lt;br/&gt;Your city girl persona goes to a fancy restaurant one night and a dive bar the next.&amp;lt;/font&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/td&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/tr&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/table&amp;gt;&amp;lt;div align="center"&amp;gt;&amp;lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/areyouuptownordowntownquiz/"&amp;gt;Are You Uptown or Downtown?&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/div&amp;gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&amp;lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&amp;gt;&amp;lt;tr&amp;gt;&amp;lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&amp;gt;&amp;lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&amp;gt;&amp;lt;b&amp;gt;Your Celebrity Sisters Are Beyonce and Solange&amp;lt;/b&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/font&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/td&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/tr&amp;gt;&amp;lt;tr&amp;gt;&amp;lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&amp;gt;&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;&amp;lt;img src="http://images.yournewromance.com/celebsistersquiz/knowles-sisters.jpg" height="100" width="100"&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&amp;lt;font color="#000000"&amp;gt;&lt;br/&gt;Talented, sexy, and sassy.&lt;br/&gt;You've got a star quality that everyone notices&amp;lt;/font&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/td&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/tr&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/table&amp;gt;&amp;lt;div align="center"&amp;gt;&amp;lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/celebsistersquiz/"&amp;gt;Who Are Your Celebrity Sisters?&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/div&amp;gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&amp;lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&amp;gt;&amp;lt;tr&amp;gt;&amp;lt;td bgcolor="#FFDAB9" align=center&amp;gt;&amp;lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&amp;gt;&amp;lt;b&amp;gt;You Are a Normal Girl&amp;lt;/b&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/font&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/td&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/tr&amp;gt;&amp;lt;tr&amp;gt;&amp;lt;td bgcolor="#FFE7D2"&amp;gt;&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;&amp;lt;img src="http://images.yournewromance.com/areyouagoodgirlorabadgirlquiz/normal-girl.jpg" height="100" width="100"&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&amp;lt;font color="#000000"&amp;gt;&lt;br/&gt;You are 50% Good and 50% Bad&lt;br/&gt;Sure you've pulled some bad girl stunts in your past.&lt;br/&gt;But these days, you're (mostly) a good girl.&amp;lt;/font&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/td&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/tr&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/table&amp;gt;&amp;lt;div align="center"&amp;gt;&amp;lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/areyouagoodgirlorabadgirlquiz/"&amp;gt;Are You a Good Girl or a Bad Girl?&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/div&amp;gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Took this host of tests for fun.&lt;br/&gt;Tauf’s right. These shits have an ego-boosting effect alright.&lt;br/&gt;I’M BOREDDDD!&lt;br/&gt;=DDD&lt;br/&gt;&amp;lt;333&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8672741-113466269147409006?l=bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/113466269147409006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8672741&amp;postID=113466269147409006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672741/posts/default/113466269147409006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672741/posts/default/113466269147409006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com/2005/12/httpwwwlivejournalcomjaimetee.html' title='http://www.livejournal.com/~jaimetee/'/><author><name>Char</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8672741.post-113465619760011379</id><published>2005-12-15T06:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-15T06:24:16.003-08:00</updated><title type='text'>erffa</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Book Antiqua;"&gt;she would stare through the open &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com/"&gt;window&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Book Antiqua;"&gt; and expect a meteor to streak between those compartmentalized apartments stacked atop one another, and wishing that the cross-processed sky (with rainbow-tinted hues) would lift itself out the photograph and plaster across the wide ceiling- pretending that the gray engulfing of lies, failures, defeats, sadness could be erased into the multi-coloured layers of facades.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Book Antiqua;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Book Antiqua;"&gt;she said she could capture lightings, but she didn't know what for. the only thing she knew to be averse of was trivial knowledge, because she became blind during a lullaby, felt a sting when she learnt how to spell ant (AY ANT TEE -ouch.), and endured the torrential visceral trampling in her chest, the alive and raging and powerful eternal wound which meant that she died (and will die) again and again when people said &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com/"&gt;i love you&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Book Antiqua;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Book Antiqua;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Book Antiqua;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Book Antiqua;"&gt;she determined her soul, heart and mind to be distinct, for convenience's sake, to justify decisions that would have ripped asunder and diminished lesser people. her simplicity revealed depth. she was an esoteric, wild flower: an impregnable bubble floating across a field of bloodied thorns, indulging in fleeting thrills of near escapes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Book Antiqua;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Book Antiqua;"&gt;but all she wanted to do was wait till evening roused and the apartments blinked into life to welcome her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8672741-113465619760011379?l=bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/113465619760011379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8672741&amp;postID=113465619760011379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672741/posts/default/113465619760011379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672741/posts/default/113465619760011379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com/2005/12/erffa.html' title='erffa'/><author><name>Char</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8672741.post-113458134097725207</id><published>2005-12-14T09:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T09:39:21.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Johnny zhng your car</title><content type='html'>Johnny zhng your car.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;It’s even better than Russell Peters.&lt;br/&gt;(:&lt;br/&gt;____________________________________________________________&lt;br/&gt;Something which caught my eye in a mag:&lt;br/&gt;(For all you attached people)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;MANAGE YOUR DIFFERENCES&lt;br/&gt;&lt;em&gt;Different as day and night? Keep your marriage going with these tips:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;u&gt;Have faith&lt;/u&gt;: &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;-Think positive and believe in your marriage.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;u&gt;Agree to disagree&lt;/u&gt;: &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;-The ways in which a couple deals with their conflicts allow them to move forward. Instead of fighting for individual wants, focus on how you can work together to satisfy each others’ needs. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;em&gt;(A compromise actually allows you to understand each other better. =D)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;u&gt;Accept him&lt;/u&gt;:&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;-Remember, it’s easier to change ourselves rather than others. With that in mind, changing the perception of those differences would be easier; &lt;strong&gt;accept your spouse for who he is, and celebrate these different traits you were attracted to in the first place&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;em&gt;(When you do accept him, it means you love him despite his flaws and weaknesses! =D)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;u&gt;Communicate&lt;/u&gt;:&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;-To have a happy, regular marriage, there must be extensive coordination and regular interaction: develop good listening skills and learn to express your needs.&lt;br/&gt;(&lt;em&gt;Basically, the men don’t get it&lt;/em&gt;. Just tell them what you want! =D)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;u&gt;Stay resilient&lt;/u&gt;:&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;-Instead of giving your marriage a use-by date, &lt;strong&gt;focus on acceptance and tolerance&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;br/&gt;Despite the differences and disagreements, when you’re willing to soldier on, what matters most is the determination to &lt;strong&gt;maintain the marriage&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;____________________________________________________________________&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Shruti;"&gt;I’m not married or attached, but I feel kind of committed towards someone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Shruti;"&gt;And yes, I said I’d never leave. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Shruti;"&gt;But I won’t haunt or cling either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Shruti;"&gt;I’ll know when to go:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Shruti;"&gt;When the day comes where you stop loving me, or I stop loving you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Somehow, I’m crossing my fingers that the day never comes, though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8672741-113458134097725207?l=bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/113458134097725207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8672741&amp;postID=113458134097725207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672741/posts/default/113458134097725207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672741/posts/default/113458134097725207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com/2005/12/johnny-zhng-your-car.html' title='Johnny zhng your car'/><author><name>Char</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8672741.post-113246949699846307</id><published>2005-11-19T22:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-20T00:50:00.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What am I to you</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Bright;"&gt;What am I to you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Bright;"&gt;Tell me darling true &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Bright;"&gt;To me you are the sea &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Bright;"&gt;Vast as you can be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Bright;"&gt;And deep the shade of blue &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Bright;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Bright;"&gt;When you’re feeling low &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Bright;"&gt;To whom else do you go &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Bright;"&gt;See I'd cry if you hurt &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Bright;"&gt;I'd give you my last shirt &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Bright;"&gt;Because I love you so &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Bright;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Bright;"&gt;If my sky should fall &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Bright;"&gt;Would you even call? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Bright;"&gt;I've opened up my heart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Bright;"&gt;I never want to part &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Bright;"&gt;I'm giving you the ball &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Bright;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Bright;"&gt;When I look in your eyes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Bright;"&gt;I can feel the butterflies &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Bright;"&gt;I'll love you when you’re blue &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Bright;"&gt;But tell me darling true &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Bright;"&gt;What am I to you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Bright;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Bright;"&gt;Now if my sky should fall &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Bright;"&gt;Would you even call &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Bright;"&gt;I've opened up my heart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Bright;"&gt;I never want to part &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Bright;"&gt;I'm giving you the ball &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Bright;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Bright;"&gt;When I look in your eyes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Bright;"&gt;I can feel the butterflies &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Bright;"&gt;But could you find the love in me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Bright;"&gt;Would you carve me in a tree &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Bright;"&gt;Don't fill my heart with lies &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Bright;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Bright;"&gt;I will love you when you’re blue &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Bright;"&gt;But tell me darling true &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Bright;"&gt;What am I to you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Bright;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8672741-113246949699846307?l=bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/113246949699846307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8672741&amp;postID=113246949699846307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672741/posts/default/113246949699846307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672741/posts/default/113246949699846307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com/2005/11/what-am-i-to-you.html' title='What am I to you'/><author><name>Char</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8672741.post-113243085858989377</id><published>2005-11-19T12:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-19T12:07:38.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's become of me?</title><content type='html'>I’m nothing but an empty shell&lt;br/&gt;I miss you.&lt;br/&gt;You’ve been hit hard, but I think I need you.&lt;br/&gt;Life’s just not the same without you and &lt;br/&gt;it’s hard.&lt;br/&gt;STARBUCKS again?&lt;br/&gt;I’d give anything and everything to relive IKEA.&lt;br/&gt;I wish it was me instead.&lt;br/&gt;If only I could peek into your head.&lt;br/&gt;I wouldn’t be that worried about you&lt;br/&gt;This is so EMO,&lt;br/&gt;But as I type this out, I’m actually crying.&lt;br/&gt;Selfish am I, bestaye&lt;br/&gt;But I want ya to text me, pronto!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I really wish I could hear your voice.&lt;br/&gt;That alone would be the best xmas gift.from ya.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Cheshire cat.&lt;br/&gt;LOVE YA, ASS.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8672741-113243085858989377?l=bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/113243085858989377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8672741&amp;postID=113243085858989377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672741/posts/default/113243085858989377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672741/posts/default/113243085858989377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com/2005/11/whats-become-of-me.html' title='What&apos;s become of me?'/><author><name>Char</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8672741.post-113242911921932387</id><published>2005-11-19T11:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-19T11:38:39.266-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm cold!</title><content type='html'>Watching harry potter at midnight was an eye-opener. &lt;br/&gt;It made me squirm,&lt;br/&gt;Think.&lt;br/&gt;And LAUGH.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;When I saw couples all around me hugging for warmth.&lt;br/&gt;About how I felt&lt;br/&gt;When this guy behind me was snoring.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I can’t blame him. It was 3 in the morning!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;((:&lt;br/&gt;I need rest.&lt;br/&gt;A cranky, not-so pregnant hippo = yawns.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Nightnight.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;P.S. I noted the past tense in your entry. No worries. I get it. ((:&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8672741-113242911921932387?l=bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/113242911921932387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8672741&amp;postID=113242911921932387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672741/posts/default/113242911921932387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672741/posts/default/113242911921932387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com/2005/11/im-cold.html' title='i&apos;m cold!'/><author><name>Char</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8672741.post-113236607212417717</id><published>2005-11-18T18:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-18T18:09:25.940-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My confessions! ((:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:180%;"&gt;I’m such a shopaholic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:180%;"&gt;Already spent 125 in 2 days… ON CLOTHES~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:180%;"&gt;Gonna spend SOMEmore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:180%;"&gt;*grin*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:180%;"&gt;Biggest splurge: $38 on this top at forever21&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:180%;"&gt;BIGGEST STEAL: $25 and $30 for this A&amp;F Cord skirt!! (White and brown.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:180%;"&gt;Man. I better cut back or people won’t have xmas presents. )):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:180%;"&gt;Then again, it’s my birth month next , so I’ll be likely to spend more around xmas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:180%;"&gt;MY BIRTHDAY IS ON THE 27TH FOR ALL OF YOU WHO HAVE CONVENIENTLY FORGOTTEN. *slapslap*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;One last rant:&lt;br/&gt;I really have no idea what you’re thinking. &lt;br/&gt;And I hate it when you apologize: I feel guilty. &lt;br/&gt;You are fickle, and you don’t feel for me. AT ALL..&lt;br/&gt;They say that feelings change, and I think mine have.&lt;br/&gt;The consequences of your ever-changing moods.&lt;br/&gt;I hope that eases your perpetual “guilt”.&lt;br/&gt;SO YES, I may not be good enough for you, I suppose.&lt;br/&gt;BUT I hate being thrown about.&lt;br/&gt;I’m not some rag doll. I’m porcelain.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;And mood swings just set me off. That’s one.&lt;br/&gt;Two, I just hate how it feels when I don’t know what you’re thinking, and you don’t tell me anything. Well hey- I’m a creative person with an imagination. &lt;br/&gt;THEN you hate me for jumping to conclusions.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Y’know, space and time would be good for you, AND ME.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8672741-113236607212417717?l=bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/113236607212417717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8672741&amp;postID=113236607212417717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672741/posts/default/113236607212417717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672741/posts/default/113236607212417717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com/2005/11/my-confessions.html' title='My confessions! ((:'/><author><name>Char</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8672741.post-113186729744957334</id><published>2005-11-12T23:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-12T23:34:57.486-08:00</updated><title type='text'>News Bulletin!</title><content type='html'>Ahh! A pregnant, dying hippo is on the loose… keep a lookout!&lt;br/&gt;Last spotted at ellie’s in Bishan area, munching on hari raya treats.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Citizens of Townsville, steer clear of its path. She has a poor sense of balance due to her bloated tummy!&lt;br/&gt;Description:&lt;br/&gt;Fat&lt;br/&gt;Clumsy&lt;br/&gt;CUTE!&lt;br/&gt;If you have any information, contact the zoo at…&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;(heck. It’s a cute hippo.) XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8672741-113186729744957334?l=bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/113186729744957334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8672741&amp;postID=113186729744957334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672741/posts/default/113186729744957334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672741/posts/default/113186729744957334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com/2005/11/news-bulletin.html' title='News Bulletin!'/><author><name>Char</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8672741.post-112995793062662095</id><published>2005-10-21T22:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T22:12:10.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>girls just wanna have fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Vrinda;font-size:180%;"&gt;Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Vrinda;font-size:180%;"&gt;Girls’day out with Jas was fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Vrinda;font-size:180%;"&gt;Hahas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Vrinda;font-size:180%;"&gt;Will post the silly pics we snapped when I configure that phone o’ mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Vrinda;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Vrinda;font-size:180%;"&gt;SO…. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Vrinda;font-size:180%;"&gt;We met at somerset… blahblahblah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Vrinda;font-size:180%;"&gt;[Jas’ hair had a tail!! WICKED.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Vrinda;font-size:180%;"&gt;WE went to shop at topshop and far east.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Vrinda;font-size:180%;"&gt;[BOHO?? More like hobo! Think along the lines of… a homeless destitute with only one skirt. And a peasant girl’s top. HAHA. But I still look nice in boho stuff. JAS TOO!! XD]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Vrinda;font-size:180%;"&gt;We both got scouted! HAHAHA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Vrinda;font-size:180%;"&gt;[NONONO. WE DON’T WANT TO DONATE! (modelling agency…???) HAHA!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Vrinda;font-size:180%;"&gt;We had fun at taka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Vrinda;font-size:180%;"&gt;[true match. CUSTOMIZED for Asian skin. Available in 12 shades. HAHA!! XD]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Vrinda;font-size:180%;"&gt;We laughed at some shop sign’s LOUSY command of English.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Vrinda;font-size:180%;"&gt;[PERMANENT part-time job available./Students waiting for results need not apply./Just walk in for an interview. (TERRIBLE, really!) XD]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Vrinda;font-size:180%;"&gt;We shopped at Paragon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Vrinda;font-size:180%;"&gt;[two taitais. One tottering in heels, one with a boxy pit bag! One who takes mrt, the other with an AHMAD!LOLS.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Vrinda;font-size:180%;"&gt;WE ate the yummy cheese dog with mashed potatoes AND ONIONS! Jas hated onions lar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Vrinda;font-size:180%;"&gt;[that is one nice onion… HAHA!!!] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Vrinda;font-size:180%;"&gt;WE BITCHED!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Vrinda;font-size:180%;"&gt;[so scandalous…!!!!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Vrinda;font-size:180%;"&gt;WE tailed couples who were oddly mismatched and laughed at them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Vrinda;font-size:180%;"&gt;[oi! Uncle, why are you holding your daughter’s hand? And then some.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Vrinda;font-size:180%;"&gt;WE LAUGHED AT OURSELVES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Vrinda;font-size:180%;"&gt;[Oi! we take really stupid pictures like, 90% of the time!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Vrinda;font-size:180%;"&gt;Char* finished her bowl of ZAZAI RAMEN FOR THE FIRST TIME, IN RECORD TIMING!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Vrinda;font-size:180%;"&gt;[nooch is yummilicious! Just like the cute guy from tp and presumably, CJ! =p]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Vrinda;font-size:180%;"&gt;We met LOADS of peeps we both knew…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Vrinda;font-size:180%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;[Strange… how everyone we know is out…. AT TOWN. On the same day. Hurrs.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;DO ,Cheryl yeo, Linette etc etc]&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Vivaldi;font-size:180%;"&gt;_______________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Vivaldi;font-size:180%;"&gt;To Jas:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:180%;"&gt;GIRLFRIEND, I LOVE YOU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:180%;"&gt;We are SO gonna do this again, sometime. (this time, Stam’s coming. To hold our bags and ease my guilt.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:180%;"&gt;X0X0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:180%;"&gt;Char* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:180%;"&gt;p.s.: and that’s PRINCESS Char* for you. =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;__________________________________________________________________&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Promos are over, but the fretting is not. *sigh*&lt;br/&gt;Muchloves,&lt;br/&gt;Me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8672741-112995793062662095?l=bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/112995793062662095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8672741&amp;postID=112995793062662095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672741/posts/default/112995793062662095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672741/posts/default/112995793062662095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com/2005/10/girls-just-wanna-have-fun.html' title='girls just wanna have fun'/><author><name>Char</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8672741.post-112956036258668928</id><published>2005-10-17T07:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T07:46:02.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>emo!!!!</title><content type='html'>Everything I do just makes me think of you&lt;br/&gt;I wish I hadn’t seen this side of you&lt;br/&gt;It’s as if I don’t know you anymore&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I cry myself to sleep.&lt;br/&gt;Just so you know,&lt;br/&gt;It ain’t easy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8672741-112956036258668928?l=bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/112956036258668928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8672741&amp;postID=112956036258668928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672741/posts/default/112956036258668928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672741/posts/default/112956036258668928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com/2005/10/emo.html' title='emo!!!!'/><author><name>Char</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8672741.post-112943446211746767</id><published>2005-10-15T20:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-15T20:47:42.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i want you back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I would've given you all of my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;But there's someone who's torn it apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;And he's taken just all that I had&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;But if you want I'll try to love again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;seasons may change, winter to spring…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8672741-112943446211746767?l=bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/112943446211746767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8672741&amp;postID=112943446211746767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672741/posts/default/112943446211746767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672741/posts/default/112943446211746767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-want-you-back.html' title='i want you back!'/><author><name>Char</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8672741.post-112895759311061999</id><published>2005-10-10T08:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T08:19:53.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Remember me this way.</title><content type='html'>It’s been 5 years already since you went first.&lt;br/&gt;Someday, we’ll meet once again.&lt;br/&gt;You go there and chope places for us first, okay? ((:&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I knew you for 6 months&lt;br/&gt;Taking double-decker buses never fail to conjure up bittersweet memories.&lt;br/&gt;Pulau Ubin cycling trip with the 2 packs of yakult&lt;br/&gt;My pink coloured flip-flops&lt;br/&gt;(with Minnie Mouse)&lt;br/&gt;And the fond memories of watching Star Wars with you and Cheryl&lt;br/&gt;You making sure my sis didn’t bully me… too much. =)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Korkor.&lt;br/&gt;You are the elder brother I never had.&lt;br/&gt;To think that you were so….nice&lt;br/&gt;That just before you left,&lt;br/&gt;You told Cheryl not to tell me cos you didn’t want me to be scared&lt;br/&gt;Cos I was a little girl.&lt;br/&gt;Till this day, I always ask why you were taken away from us too soon.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I realized that the one up there,&lt;br/&gt;He lent you to us,&lt;br/&gt;But only for awhile.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AND I STILL HATE HIM FOR BEING SO SELFISH.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I hope I have not let you down the past few years&lt;br/&gt;I hope you are in a place that’s free from the pain&lt;br/&gt;That I never knew about.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; In case you were wondering.&lt;br/&gt;Yes, I have been a guai girl today.&lt;br/&gt;As always. ((:&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;And when we do see each other again,&lt;br/&gt;I hope to see you being a skinhead.&lt;br/&gt;You look nice that way.&lt;br/&gt;Shave the hair that grows back off.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;You have been missed.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;In Loving Memory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;Vincent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;1980-2000&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8672741-112895759311061999?l=bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/112895759311061999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8672741&amp;postID=112895759311061999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672741/posts/default/112895759311061999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672741/posts/default/112895759311061999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com/2005/10/remember-me-this-way.html' title='Remember me this way.'/><author><name>Char</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8672741.post-112885424492116073</id><published>2005-10-09T03:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T03:37:27.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Umi abi lived in Abu Dhabi</title><content type='html'>Umi abi lived in Abu Dhabi&lt;br/&gt;Happy as can be&lt;br/&gt;Eating murtabak and roti&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;One day, Abi said to Umi:&lt;br/&gt;Won’t you marry me?&lt;br/&gt;Then they lived happily&lt;br/&gt;Daily? (I suppose)&lt;br/&gt;End of story.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Haha. A stupid thing I came up with hun over the phone.&lt;br/&gt;Silly me, blasé him. Hahas!&lt;br/&gt;Darls, we just rock eh.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I’m grumpy.&lt;br/&gt;Cos of the Shandong trip, I’m missing out on… &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;-get this.-&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Portugal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I’ll be whining for a while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mug hard for promos! ((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Muchloves,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Char*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8672741-112885424492116073?l=bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/112885424492116073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8672741&amp;postID=112885424492116073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672741/posts/default/112885424492116073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672741/posts/default/112885424492116073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com/2005/10/umi-abi-lived-in-abu-dhabi.html' title='Umi abi lived in Abu Dhabi'/><author><name>Char</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8672741.post-112799042903311364</id><published>2005-09-29T03:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T03:40:29.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>you rock my socks!</title><content type='html'>I blog for those I love. Namely, you. ((:&lt;br/&gt;Thus, I shan’t waste my time on some others who are simply stupid.&lt;br/&gt;Promotional exams are coming up.&lt;br/&gt;Mug hard! ((::&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8672741-112799042903311364?l=bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/112799042903311364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8672741&amp;postID=112799042903311364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672741/posts/default/112799042903311364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672741/posts/default/112799042903311364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com/2005/09/you-rock-my-socks.html' title='you rock my socks!'/><author><name>Char</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8672741.post-112765121718049364</id><published>2005-09-25T05:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-25T05:26:57.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sugar Dusted Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:130%;"&gt;I was bored studying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:130%;"&gt;So I went to create YET ANOTHER blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:130%;"&gt;Hahas. It’s so saccharine-sweet!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:130%;"&gt;Savoir Faire!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://ladygiselle.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://ladygiselle.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8672741-112765121718049364?l=bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/112765121718049364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8672741&amp;postID=112765121718049364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672741/posts/default/112765121718049364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672741/posts/default/112765121718049364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com/2005/09/sugar-dusted-me.html' title='Sugar Dusted Me'/><author><name>Char</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8672741.post-112756661460288797</id><published>2005-09-24T05:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-24T05:59:04.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Carpe Diem!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;"&gt;While we are young, let us not waste the time or our youths away…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;"&gt;Let us make use of all that we have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;"&gt;Exploit the benefits of regenerating, youthful skin and make silly faces while we can!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;"&gt;Stuff our tummies with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;"&gt;ZERO &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;"&gt;guilt, knowing that our HIGH metabolic rate/active-ness&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;means that no fat or carbs go straight to our asses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;"&gt;Have mind-blowing sex every, like, five seconds, while you still have the libido and energy. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;"&gt;Go bungee-jumping!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;"&gt;Not that I’m advocating pre-marital sex or close-to-suicide stunts, all that I’m saying is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;"&gt;Go wild while you can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;"&gt;(but don’t f-ing screw up your As.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;"&gt;=DDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8672741-112756661460288797?l=bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/112756661460288797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8672741&amp;postID=112756661460288797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672741/posts/default/112756661460288797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672741/posts/default/112756661460288797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com/2005/09/carpe-diem.html' title='Carpe Diem!'/><author><name>Char</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8672741.post-112740100829047568</id><published>2005-09-22T23:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T08:13:05.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a soulful pic.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a148/giselle_babe/F1020035.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I thought only winners got nice pics.&lt;br /&gt;Guess not… *smiles* ((:&lt;br /&gt;KUDOS TO KHAIRUL!&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t even know that i could look so… poetic?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This brings back many memories…&lt;br /&gt;I was stretching before the 2.8k run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahas. Now that I look at it again, I look…lost and alone!&lt;br /&gt;I’m feeling happy today! Tag your comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers.&lt;br /&gt;You know you love me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8672741-112740100829047568?l=bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/112740100829047568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8672741&amp;postID=112740100829047568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672741/posts/default/112740100829047568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672741/posts/default/112740100829047568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com/2005/09/soulful-pic.html' title='a soulful pic.'/><author><name>Char</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8672741.post-112730509353845657</id><published>2005-09-21T05:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T05:19:12.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>moral of the story? don't leave.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;In more ways than anyone could ever,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;I miss you, the one I used to know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;You turned and walked away, just like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;What am I supposed to do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;How am I supposed to feel?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;I feel fucken crappy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;It’s been a week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;Or more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;I don’t know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;Time came to a standstill since the day you walked away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;This song’s for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;That is, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;if&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;You &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;even &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;remember &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;exist &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8672741-112730509353845657?l=bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/112730509353845657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8672741&amp;postID=112730509353845657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672741/posts/default/112730509353845657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672741/posts/default/112730509353845657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com/2005/09/moral-of-story-dont-leave.html' title='moral of the story? don&apos;t leave.'/><author><name>Char</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8672741.post-112717005030268467</id><published>2005-09-19T15:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T15:47:30.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>take a hike,MISTER!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Something REALLY amusing.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hahas! Enjoy laughing.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;ahh. don't we all dread miscommunication.&lt;br/&gt;i'm 16. yes, i am mature.&lt;br/&gt;but NO. I HATE GUYS YOUR AGE. (bad history, don't ask)&lt;br/&gt;there is no jealous boyfriend as YET.&lt;br/&gt;but there's someone waiting in the wings.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;i just don't see myself going out with someone THAT much older.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;so yeah. that being said.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;all that i have to say would -surprisesurprise- &lt;br/&gt;BE ON MY PROFILE.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;it's really been a pleasure meeting you.&lt;br/&gt;[that means PLEASE, don't reply..]&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Cheers,&lt;br/&gt;Charmaine&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Gerald wrote:&lt;br/&gt;&amp;gt; Well, if i never had the courage to msg you, we &lt;br/&gt;&amp;gt; wouldnt be talking now would we? So its all &lt;br/&gt;&amp;gt; GOOD! i know youre 16, and i dont really give a &lt;br/&gt;&amp;gt; F^^% cos you look like a mature person. Do you &lt;br/&gt;&amp;gt; like older guys my age? *crosses fingers* anyway, &lt;br/&gt;&amp;gt; write back n tell me more about yourself! i wanna &lt;br/&gt;&amp;gt; know everything!! so start typing NOW!!&lt;br/&gt;&amp;gt; gogogogogo!&lt;br/&gt;&amp;gt; ps) im gonna watch a rugby match maybe this &lt;br/&gt;&amp;gt; weekend at the SMU pitch at bukit timah...wanna &lt;br/&gt;&amp;gt; come?&lt;br/&gt;&amp;gt; pps) please write back soon!!!&lt;br/&gt;&amp;gt; &lt;br/&gt;&amp;gt; &lt;br/&gt;&amp;gt; &lt;br/&gt;&amp;gt; &lt;br/&gt;&amp;gt; Charmaine wrote:&lt;br/&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt; i must commend you on your bravery and &lt;br/&gt;&amp;gt; confidence.&lt;br/&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt; wow. such spontaneity is indeed rare in &lt;br/&gt;&amp;gt; Singapore.&lt;br/&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt; also, thank you for your compliments. haha. i am&lt;br/&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt; NOT married with kids nor a jealous boyfriend &lt;br/&gt;&amp;gt; who&lt;br/&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt; would beat you up, but i AM 16.&lt;br/&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt; didn't you read my profile? tsk.&lt;br/&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt; haha. anyways, it was a pleasure meeting you, &lt;br/&gt;&amp;gt; and&lt;br/&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt; your message sure put a day off to a good start!&lt;br/&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt; Thanks! *grin*&lt;br/&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt; &lt;br/&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt; Cheers&lt;br/&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt; Charmaine.&lt;br/&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt; &lt;br/&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt; Gerald wrote:&lt;br/&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Hiee! I must say that i suck with introductions&lt;br/&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt; &amp;gt; but i think in this case im gonna have to grit my&lt;br/&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt; &amp;gt; teeth and muster the courage to say hi!=) I &lt;br/&gt;&amp;gt; think&lt;br/&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt; &amp;gt; my profile is pretty comprehensive so i shall&lt;br/&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt; &amp;gt; leave it as that=) But of course there is always&lt;br/&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt; &amp;gt; more to a person than meets the eye!Im&lt;br/&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt; &amp;gt; sporty,meticulous, loves animals, into cars, &lt;br/&gt;&amp;gt; good&lt;br/&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt; &amp;gt; with my hands(*grin*), good with music and of&lt;br/&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt; &amp;gt; course ive got a good set of level headed&lt;br/&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt; &amp;gt; brains=) Oh did i tell you that Im totally&lt;br/&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt; &amp;gt; smitten? I think you have one of the nicest &lt;br/&gt;&amp;gt; smiles&lt;br/&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt; &amp;gt; ive seen EVER! And trust me, ive studied the&lt;br/&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt; &amp;gt; science behind the perfect smile so i know a &lt;br/&gt;&amp;gt; nice&lt;br/&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt; &amp;gt; smile when i see one! So if you aint married &lt;br/&gt;&amp;gt; with&lt;br/&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt; &amp;gt; kids, or if you dont already have a jealous bf&lt;br/&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt; &amp;gt; that would beat me up if i talk to u, can i get to&lt;br/&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt; &amp;gt; know u better?=)write back soon ok?=)&lt;br/&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt; &amp;gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8672741-112717005030268467?l=bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/112717005030268467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8672741&amp;postID=112717005030268467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672741/posts/default/112717005030268467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672741/posts/default/112717005030268467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com/2005/09/take-hikemister.html' title='take a hike,MISTER!'/><author><name>Char</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8672741.post-112692405340464093</id><published>2005-09-16T19:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T19:27:33.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hauntingly.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Vivaldi;font-size:180%;"&gt;I’ll be the first thing you hear at the beginning of the day,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Vivaldi;font-size:180%;"&gt;And the last before you go to sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Vivaldi;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Vivaldi;font-size:180%;"&gt;“I’ll &amp;lt;3 you with every beat of my heart, I swear”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Vivaldi;font-size:180%;"&gt;- All-4-One&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8672741-112692405340464093?l=bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/112692405340464093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8672741&amp;postID=112692405340464093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672741/posts/default/112692405340464093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672741/posts/default/112692405340464093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com/2005/09/hauntingly.html' title='hauntingly.'/><author><name>Char</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8672741.post-112637457311025115</id><published>2005-09-10T10:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-10T10:49:33.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Naughty words. ;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Starry Night;font-size:180%;"&gt;Diamonds are a girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Starry Night;font-size:180%;"&gt;s best friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Crayon;font-size:180%;"&gt;A dog is a man’s best friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;Doesn’t take much to tell which is the smarter sex.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;=DDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;Ciao!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8672741-112637457311025115?l=bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/112637457311025115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8672741&amp;postID=112637457311025115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672741/posts/default/112637457311025115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672741/posts/default/112637457311025115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com/2005/09/naughty-words.html' title='Naughty words. ;)'/><author><name>Char</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8672741.post-112627803802156287</id><published>2005-09-09T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-09T08:00:38.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>goodbyetoyou</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;I said goodbye to something I cherished so dearly today. I can’t let it go, and I’m hoping that blogging can release a little of my unhappiness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;Well well. You don’t need me. You’ve got her and the guys. You don’t need me. Not that I wanted to make you choose, but you seriously don’t need me. Maybe Ilyas WAS right. Maybe I AM jealous of you and her. But I think the whole thing behind this was me wanting the old you back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;Starbucks session&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;Bitching.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;Lunching.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;Yakking over the phone every night,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;Not anymore, I suppose. I don’t blame you entirely for re-allocating your buds. And I thank you for being nice enough to acknowledge me as a bestie. You know I love you still. And you are still THE bestie, even if new ones come. That’s cos you’ve HAD always been there for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;But here’s the part I hate about you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;YOU FUCKING DITCHED ME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To think that you say that it’s cos you keep thinking of her.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You think it’s easy for me to go through that heartbreak that I did…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Without you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You think that it’s easy being me?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You are so wrong. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happiness eludes me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The part that I can’t put behind me is that we promised to have each others’ backs. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I had yours when you were feeling fucked up. With having to decide about whether or not to go for your “trophy”. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What about you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saying that you’re sorry and that you feel fucking guilty REALLY doesn’t cut it anymore. At all.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“No, you’re my bestie. I’ll always make time for you. Starbucks sessions.”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What a lie. Y’know what? Have your pride, for god’s sake. I can’t deal with this. Not anymore.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why should I treasure this if you don’t show that you do? You woke up at 2. I thought lunch could salvage things. &lt;u&gt;I THOUGHT. RE-think that.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8672741-112627803802156287?l=bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/112627803802156287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8672741&amp;postID=112627803802156287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672741/posts/default/112627803802156287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672741/posts/default/112627803802156287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com/2005/09/goodbyetoyou.html' title='goodbyetoyou'/><author><name>Char</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8672741.post-112615013907599818</id><published>2005-09-07T20:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T20:28:59.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ooh! ((:</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/F/fireyprincess4u/1059431198_elledisney.jpg" border="0" alt="Belle" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are Belle from Beauty and the Beast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/fireyprincess4u/quizzes/What%20Disney%20Princess%20are%20you%3F/"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt;What Disney Princess are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:-3;"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8672741-112615013907599818?l=bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/112615013907599818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8672741&amp;postID=112615013907599818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672741/posts/default/112615013907599818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672741/posts/default/112615013907599818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com/2005/09/ooh.html' title='ooh! ((:'/><author><name>Char</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8672741.post-112615008068165478</id><published>2005-09-07T20:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T20:28:00.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>((:</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/fireyprincess4u/quizzes/What%20Disney%20Princess%20are%20you%3F/"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt;What Disney Princess are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:-3;"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8672741-112615008068165478?l=bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/112615008068165478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8672741&amp;postID=112615008068165478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672741/posts/default/112615008068165478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672741/posts/default/112615008068165478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com/2005/09/blog-post.html' title='((:'/><author><name>Char</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8672741.post-112571628307969193</id><published>2005-09-02T19:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T19:58:03.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Char's Wish List</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Vladimir Script;font-size:180%;"&gt;Char’s Wish List&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Firstly and unsurprisingly, perfumes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Stuff that’s almost as intoxicating as I am… ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Lanvin’s Eclat D’Arpege (100ml!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;(image placeholder)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Cacharel’s Amor Amor (50ml)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;(image placeholder)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Lemme tell ya… Eclat D’Arpege is the soft, yummy scent from CLEO Mag this month. The freebie rocks. So I wanna get the full size one! ((: It’s the new Miracle by Lancome for me… haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Amor amor smells very floral and vibrant. Just like me!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;(; It’s different from Escada. My Escada Sexy Graffiti smells very sophisticated and fruity, thus vibrant. This floral scent is the vibrant sort, just like me! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;I love clothes too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Baby tees?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Think along the line of A&amp;F, Hollister, Roxy, French Connection… Anything! (BUT VON DUTCH. NO VON DUTCH FOR ME!) I’m not the chavvy type.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;(image placeholder)&amp;lt;&amp;gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Phuture London’s, Topshop’s or Mango’s anything!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Ooh. Sashes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;(image placeholder)&amp;lt;&amp;gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;(image placeholder)&amp;lt;&amp;gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Heels!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;(image placeholder)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Accessories &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Think white leather&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;e.g.: Wristlets! ((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;(image placeholder)&amp;lt;&amp;gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;OKAY! That’s all. For now… =p Not that I’m compelling anyone to get anything, but just so you guys wouldn’t rack your heads when 27th Dec comes… Oops! =p Start saving up! Ha. Prolly gonna get a chalet for my birthday or something. We’ll see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Toodles and love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Princess Char*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8672741-112571628307969193?l=bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/112571628307969193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8672741&amp;postID=112571628307969193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672741/posts/default/112571628307969193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672741/posts/default/112571628307969193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com/2005/09/chars-wish-list.html' title='Char&apos;s Wish List'/><author><name>Char</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8672741.post-112556615397728800</id><published>2005-09-01T02:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T02:21:14.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'>apologies.</title><content type='html'>looking at all my posts i have added since like, 2004, i must admit this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE BEEN STUPID AND SENTIMENTAL.&lt;br /&gt;what a lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really must apologize to you, readers of my blog, for you must really have missed the cynical me. god knows what happened, but i awoke this morn with a flash. my cynicism has degenerated and evolved into....-something the old me would've LAUGHED at- MUNGEN-ism!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tsk!!! i despise myself for being that mushy sweet and sentimental.&lt;br /&gt;move over, sweet Char! here comes the nasty, brutally blunt girl. (by that, you know i mean BITCH.)&lt;br /&gt;=DDDD&lt;br /&gt;enjoy my entries from now, for you all shall be spared of my gibbering, mungen-y rants.&lt;br /&gt;quoting Ian Fun after orientation,&lt;br /&gt;"i hate hip-fuckity-poppity hop and fucking pop."&lt;br /&gt;and seany&lt;br /&gt;"chinese songs should not taint your iPod, like. EVER." also,&lt;br /&gt;"The Reason sucks."&lt;br /&gt;it's poseur rock. need i say more?&lt;br /&gt;it's off my comp, after doing my friend a favour by dl-ing it for him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYI: if you want mp3s, mp3.baidu.com is a great place to go. just fuck the popup boxes which repeatedly prompt you to install the language pack.&lt;br /&gt;1)type the song you're looking for and&lt;br /&gt;2)click on the grey button.&lt;br /&gt;3) Voila! Just right-click on any link and select "save target as..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wee! You got yourself your mp3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, all these sentimental crap is gone for good.&lt;br /&gt;ahhh. the enlightenment catharsis brings.&lt;br /&gt;(not to mention, the relief!)&lt;br /&gt;sounds weird, but being cynical brings profound joy that nothing else can. =DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Reason was nice!&lt;br /&gt;i stand corrected. ((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8672741-112556615397728800?l=bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/112556615397728800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8672741&amp;postID=112556615397728800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672741/posts/default/112556615397728800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672741/posts/default/112556615397728800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com/2005/09/apologies.html' title='apologies.'/><author><name>Char</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8672741.post-112464412904039585</id><published>2005-08-21T10:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-21T10:08:49.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ifonlyicouldpenMYTHOUGHTS.</title><content type='html'>repeated occurences of deja vu.&lt;br /&gt;you blend into the shadows of the crowd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't even know who i am anymore.&lt;br /&gt;look into the eyes that used to overflow with joy and sparkle.&lt;br /&gt;in the place of vivacity now lies void, vacant, distant emptiness,&lt;br /&gt;even i don't recognise.&lt;br /&gt;do you know what, or who you are looking at?&lt;br /&gt;tell me. because i don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dear god.&lt;br /&gt;i think i sold my soul to the devil.&lt;br /&gt;______________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss the old happy me; been questioning existentialism- what's the purpose/meaning of my existence. contemplating suicide? haha.. no. but rather, i feel that some decisions that i've made may have been... well, wrong. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the time to pay has come. promos in another 7 weeks. i am so dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8672741-112464412904039585?l=bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/112464412904039585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8672741&amp;postID=112464412904039585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672741/posts/default/112464412904039585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672741/posts/default/112464412904039585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com/2005/08/ifonlyicouldpenmythoughts.html' title='ifonlyicouldpenMYTHOUGHTS.'/><author><name>Char</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8672741.post-112429457296900237</id><published>2005-08-17T09:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T09:02:53.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'>you and me!</title><content type='html'>i once said&lt;br /&gt;hey. let's go to a place &lt;br /&gt;where we'll lock the rest of the world out&lt;br /&gt;and it'll just be the two of us.&lt;br /&gt;you,and me.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;so we got an island.&lt;br /&gt;OUR island; &lt;br /&gt;far from the rest of the world,&lt;br /&gt;just like how we wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adam and eve,&lt;br /&gt;you said,&lt;br /&gt;me and you.&lt;br /&gt;that's the way it's gonna be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a beach house was where we lived,&lt;br /&gt;tossed all our troubles and care away.&lt;br /&gt;we had a porch overlooking to the distant sea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the day, we'd go to the beach and frolick.&lt;br /&gt;at night, we sat on the porch&lt;br /&gt;i'm locked in your warm embrace, and all i think is&lt;br /&gt;i want to sit here all night, in your arms while you stroke my hair&lt;br /&gt;and the only sounds i hear are crashing of the waves&lt;br /&gt;and you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8672741-112429457296900237?l=bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/112429457296900237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8672741&amp;postID=112429457296900237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672741/posts/default/112429457296900237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672741/posts/default/112429457296900237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com/2005/08/you-and-me.html' title='you and me!'/><author><name>Char</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8672741.post-112412334623128068</id><published>2005-08-15T09:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T09:29:06.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'>shopping at kinos with hun toms!</title><content type='html'>that smart doofus got a 100 buck kino voucher for GP grade improvement. (honestly, i feel i'd deserve a 1000 dollar one. *grins* =DDDDDDDDD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uh-huh. yesyes hun.&lt;br /&gt;the NZ vs SA match.&lt;br /&gt;home and away huh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha you stupid thing. you are sick.&lt;br /&gt;still go mug. haha&lt;br /&gt;SERVES YOU RIGHT THAT YOU'RE DOWN WITH THE FLU!&lt;br /&gt;that'll teach ya not to stay up late nights to mug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not that much better off. been missing LOT of sleep trying to do loads of work, frantically trying to catch up and save my ass before promos. i'm getting like what.. 3 hours of sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, i still DO blog. i need to preserve my sanity.. like. hello.&lt;br /&gt;sighh. i WILL get promoted,&lt;br /&gt;YEA VINCE. i will. ((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8672741-112412334623128068?l=bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/112412334623128068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8672741&amp;postID=112412334623128068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672741/posts/default/112412334623128068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672741/posts/default/112412334623128068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com/2005/08/shopping-at-kinos-with-hun-toms.html' title='shopping at kinos with hun toms!'/><author><name>Char</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8672741.post-112403798343465603</id><published>2005-08-14T09:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-14T09:46:23.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hun's down with a cold.</title><content type='html'>haha there. updated it.&lt;br /&gt;hope you get better soon.&lt;br /&gt;THEN WE CAN CATCH THE SA vs NZ game!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;personally, i would rather have NZ win. but if carter ain't playing, i would not watch. EYE CANDYY ALERT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Daniel W. Carter from the All blacks. HOTTEST RUGGER ALIVE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahas.&lt;br /&gt;watched tri nations last night.&lt;br /&gt;NZ thrashed Aussie 30-13!&lt;br /&gt;*does a flop*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it inspired me enough to drive me to create this friendster acc:&lt;br /&gt;haka_allblacks@yahoo.com.au&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ATTENTION TO ALL RUGBY/BLACKS FANS. JOIN THAT THING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the tries that blew my mind were rokocoko's and richie mccaw's.&lt;br /&gt;way cool. check out planet-rugby for info. just discovered that i deliver LOUSY commentaries. hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yesyes hun, i will TRY to get sleep. REST WELL! ((:&lt;br /&gt;love to all you other peeps out there. hope you all stay unsick. ((:&lt;br /&gt;good luck muggin fer promos! ((:&lt;br /&gt;i love YOU. still. ((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8672741-112403798343465603?l=bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/112403798343465603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8672741&amp;postID=112403798343465603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672741/posts/default/112403798343465603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672741/posts/default/112403798343465603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com/2005/08/huns-down-with-cold.html' title='hun&apos;s down with a cold.'/><author><name>Char</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8672741.post-112299632432241951</id><published>2005-08-02T08:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-02T08:25:25.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'>russianroulette</title><content type='html'>i like being dark;;&lt;br /&gt;so used to being happy and bright.&lt;br /&gt;but i'm far from convention. &lt;br /&gt;you, of all people, should know that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slashmywrist.&lt;br /&gt;hangmyself.&lt;br /&gt;chokeonvalium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for one fuckedup moment, these crap seemed. do-able.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck is the word of the day. lost my second phone in this year. (got this 4 mths ago)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ontop of that ,i got D,AO,AO.&lt;br /&gt;how fucked up is that.FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've loaded and spun the barrel.&lt;br /&gt;now the gun's at my head.&lt;br /&gt;youpullthetrigger.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8672741-112299632432241951?l=bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/112299632432241951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8672741&amp;postID=112299632432241951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672741/posts/default/112299632432241951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672741/posts/default/112299632432241951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com/2005/08/russianroulette.html' title='russianroulette'/><author><name>Char</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8672741.post-112265084873957345</id><published>2005-07-29T08:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-29T08:27:28.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>specialtimes</title><content type='html'>iwillneverforget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in retrospect,&lt;br /&gt;you're just another shadow in the crowd now. so.. &lt;br /&gt;bah. there. *poof* my feelings for you are COMPLETELY gone! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*grins*&lt;br /&gt;*speaks in a passive voice*&lt;br /&gt;Char* is SO proud of herself!! &lt;br /&gt;*pats own head*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8672741-112265084873957345?l=bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/112265084873957345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8672741&amp;postID=112265084873957345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672741/posts/default/112265084873957345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672741/posts/default/112265084873957345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com/2005/07/specialtimes.html' title='specialtimes'/><author><name>Char</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8672741.post-112259874283802828</id><published>2005-07-28T17:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-28T17:59:02.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i bet you didn't. YOU DON'T.</title><content type='html'>did you know that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes when i'm awfully alone, &lt;br /&gt;i think about you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when it gets quiet,&lt;br /&gt;i feel empty inside,&lt;br /&gt;i look back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy moments where i used to laugh&lt;br /&gt;(i LOVED to hear you laugh)&lt;br /&gt;i loved talking to you.&lt;br /&gt;(your stupidity.... irritated me.&lt;br /&gt;but it made me smile.)&lt;br /&gt;i loved the way you made me feel.&lt;br /&gt;(happy. when skies were grey)&lt;br /&gt;the way no one could ever. &lt;br /&gt;no one else,&lt;br /&gt;but you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;late at night when i lay in bed, unable to sleep,&lt;br /&gt;i think of you.&lt;br /&gt;and when i do,&lt;br /&gt;i dream of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8672741-112259874283802828?l=bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/112259874283802828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8672741&amp;postID=112259874283802828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672741/posts/default/112259874283802828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672741/posts/default/112259874283802828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-bet-you-didnt-you-dont.html' title='i bet you didn&apos;t. YOU DON&apos;T.'/><author><name>Char</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8672741.post-112187123745888507</id><published>2005-07-20T07:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-20T07:53:57.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sick. missingout.</title><content type='html'>down with a viral flu.&lt;br /&gt;i think i need rest. COMPASS and invest.. too much for me to take at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i reminisce alot about the rockin good times. ALOT. i miss the rockin' good times. with him. and then i wonder. if it's me or him who's missing out sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and hun rocks! ((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8672741-112187123745888507?l=bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/112187123745888507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8672741&amp;postID=112187123745888507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672741/posts/default/112187123745888507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672741/posts/default/112187123745888507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com/2005/07/sick-missingout.html' title='sick. missingout.'/><author><name>Char</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8672741.post-112161168857139445</id><published>2005-07-17T07:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T07:48:08.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PYROCLASTIC ERUPTION!!!</title><content type='html'>=evangelistic Char*=&lt;br /&gt;found yet another adjective to describe myself, other than the overused SHAMELESS. haha. sounds so.. chic and sophisticated!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CALL ME, HUN!!&lt;br /&gt;hun's a thing i call H****&lt;br /&gt;HAHA! &lt;br /&gt;create a little mystery here. &lt;br /&gt;bleah! =p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8672741-112161168857139445?l=bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/112161168857139445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8672741&amp;postID=112161168857139445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672741/posts/default/112161168857139445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672741/posts/default/112161168857139445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com/2005/07/pyroclastic-eruption.html' title='PYROCLASTIC ERUPTION!!!'/><author><name>Char</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8672741.post-112100281031512008</id><published>2005-07-10T06:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-10T06:40:10.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>youwannaknowmore,more,moreboutme.</title><content type='html'>i am so frickin tired of everything. it just all came down. i guess nothing's for certain anymore. i think of him, but does he think of me? giving up sounds easy. but it ain't! i miss him ALOT. esp his shoulder. haha. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ihatemyselfforlovingyou. but i do. ((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8672741-112100281031512008?l=bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/112100281031512008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8672741&amp;postID=112100281031512008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672741/posts/default/112100281031512008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672741/posts/default/112100281031512008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com/2005/07/youwannaknowmoremoremoreboutme.html' title='youwannaknowmore,more,moreboutme.'/><author><name>Char</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8672741.post-112065600273342676</id><published>2005-07-06T06:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T06:20:02.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'>block test.</title><content type='html'>the aftermath of the block test has noticeably killed MANY of my fellow peers, with MOST OF THEM FAILING UP TO TWO SUBJECTS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to all my buds and friends who face this common predicament: let's all work hard together and mug! (for the next block test next week!) :((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i must say. YJ is good at this tsunami style approach to assessment. wave after wave, claiming hordes of victims, leaving few survivors. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only the strongest will so survive. so TOUGHEN UP! *grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Kel: Never stop trying. i SO want you in YJ. so you can suffer with me! haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8672741-112065600273342676?l=bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/112065600273342676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8672741&amp;postID=112065600273342676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672741/posts/default/112065600273342676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672741/posts/default/112065600273342676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com/2005/07/block-test.html' title='block test.'/><author><name>Char</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8672741.post-112046580659165912</id><published>2005-07-04T01:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T01:30:06.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>never take anything for granted.</title><content type='html'>my dad was admitted to hospital. just got off the phone with him. apparently, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               he had a heart attack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he's fine, not to worry.still walking, talking and working right after getting discharged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it doesn't come as a surprise to me.bad eating habits of his. i'm gonna have to take action!! &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;                 he's going vegetarian.&lt;br /&gt;whether he likes it or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways. the fact that he could slip away anytime really just feels.. very real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not gonna take daddy for granted. i never did.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8672741-112046580659165912?l=bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/112046580659165912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8672741&amp;postID=112046580659165912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672741/posts/default/112046580659165912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672741/posts/default/112046580659165912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com/2005/07/never-take-anything-for-granted.html' title='never take anything for granted.'/><author><name>Char</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8672741.post-111971510281602984</id><published>2005-06-25T08:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-25T08:58:23.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>escapism.</title><content type='html'>hahas.this serves as practice for my GP test&lt;br /&gt;i need to gain momentum and go on writing political posts. helps get my mind off... stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright. let's get started, shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      ""For most people, books are an escape from real life." How far do you agree with this statement?", reads a question which popped right at me in my ten year series. Driven by my very own seemingly magnetic attraction to escapism, i decided to write on the aforementioned topic. &lt;br /&gt;I define escapism as trying to run away from reality. As much as people may deny that they seek escape from reality at times, it is evident that escapism is sheer human instinct. A form of escapism has already been quoted: DENIAL. Many other forms, such as entertainment and hobbies, serve as mediums of escapism. Wouldn't you agree that escapism has also been marketed in a commercial way then, appearing in the form of activities to unwind or to de-stress? I shall discuss escapism with regards to its manifestations in our lives, the effect that escapism has on individuals, and why do people choose to run away from reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[to be cont'd. TOO F-EN PISSED.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8672741-111971510281602984?l=bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/111971510281602984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8672741&amp;postID=111971510281602984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672741/posts/default/111971510281602984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672741/posts/default/111971510281602984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com/2005/06/escapism.html' title='escapism.'/><author><name>Char</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8672741.post-111970232523789877</id><published>2005-06-25T05:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-25T05:25:25.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>swing, swing!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com/"&gt;Shifting sands of time&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;notice the star counter?&lt;br /&gt;ohman. 20 odd people in one day.. WOO. works out to about 600 a mth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to siyin: bubbles rock. the powerpuff girls rule! MOSTEST FUN.&lt;br /&gt;also, i've let go. i really have. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mugging for thefreaking block test. to be honest with you, i really did not enjoy myself this hols.AT ALL. so much for a break, really. i spent a week.A WEEK, doing nothing, in all. thanks to council, i think i just might retain.&lt;br /&gt;lots of work into planning the investiture. F*ckEN TIRED.&lt;br /&gt;BAH! so much resentment has been built up in me now that i realise that I REALLY MIGHT JUST DIE/GET RETAINED&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8672741-111970232523789877?l=bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/111970232523789877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8672741&amp;postID=111970232523789877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672741/posts/default/111970232523789877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672741/posts/default/111970232523789877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com/2005/06/swing-swing.html' title='swing, swing!'/><author><name>Char</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8672741.post-111897919505873427</id><published>2005-06-17T11:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-16T20:33:15.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>chariot;;</title><content type='html'>it's been barely 2 days since tauf left, and i'm DYING!! i hope you come back soon tauf. being budless and chatless at night,it definitely ain't a good feeling.. AND I HAVE TO SUFFER FOR 6 MORE DAYS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;during the tauf-less period, i took some time out of my "me"-time, where i'd presumably spend time with myself and do some reflection, and make some changes to the direction my life was headed to. specifically, LIKElife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-waiting, and just merely WAITING. (for something that wouldn't happen. not anymore.; for someone who couldn't/wouldn't say or do anything.)&lt;br /&gt;-believing. (don't say that it'll happen. nothing had,has, or ever will. don't tell me this and that- i've just stopped believing in him being THE one.)&lt;br /&gt;-liking someone. ANYONE, for that matter of fact. (i'll just kick back and wait for the one to come along and sweep me off my feet... lazy, i know! but i've had enough of failed relationships to bother looking... much rather spend time with my EL texts.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i guess that's about it for changes. back to my mundane, routine, suburban life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talked to lay queen (yay!) on MSN. yong feng too! it's barely been a week since we last saw each other... OBS. SUISEN AND BARKER PEEPS ARE MEETING UP! ((: tomorrow! ijustcan'twait.&lt;br /&gt;i was just saying to lay queen that i would get to dress up for once, in a LONG time. hahas.&lt;br /&gt;(still the same tiered skirt that i'm mad about lar.) to which she replied, "you can always dress up for your special someone. :)" (which inadvertently launched us into a conversation about -surprisesurprise- relationships.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i told her that i've been without a special someone for close to 2 mths already, and that i've had special someones before, and they all didn't work out... how tired of looking/believing in it i was. (each time i did, it led to disappointments. i guess i'm just not cut out for commitments)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her reply was something like... maybe i haven't found the right one yet, but i should keep the faith in  the search, and that happy people like myself should have a special someone to call my own. also, even though the special someone who comes along doesn't shower me with loads of hugs that i want, he'll make up for it in many little ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks sweets! ((:&lt;br /&gt;---------------------&lt;br /&gt;yong feng smsed me this morn: maybe your special someone has been right in front of you all along. and someday, you'll find him or he'll find you.&lt;br /&gt;i believe someone will come.(OF COURSE!!!) but for now, i doubt it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways. VJ peeps just rock! ((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8672741-111897919505873427?l=bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/111897919505873427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8672741&amp;postID=111897919505873427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672741/posts/default/111897919505873427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672741/posts/default/111897919505873427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com/2005/06/chariot.html' title='chariot;;'/><author><name>Char</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8672741.post-111793870642600032</id><published>2005-06-04T19:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-04T19:31:46.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lime green cap and yellow sneakers.</title><content type='html'>some things he said made me... hesitate. therefore, i decided NOT to tell him the way i felt because i think that if i did,it'll scare him off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went out to queensway to get my CAP(whoohoo) and my converse shoes!!(nicenice, but SOMEONE thinks it looks like OLDOLD school shoes after a mth.*pfft* sheesh.)&lt;br /&gt;felt rather quiet and moody the whole day due to lack of sleep, MAINLY. but he seemed to think that it was due to the mention of exes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(you are such a dope..... couldn't you tell at all that i was depressed cos here i was, just a girl, standing in front of a boy, asking you to like me?)&lt;br /&gt;anyways. got to sleep on his shoulder. and oh craps. i am so getting used to it. feels...nice. *sublimely blissful smile* =o)&lt;br /&gt;well, HE thinks that it's cos it's MUSCULAR. *puke*&lt;br /&gt;well, i said that it was his shirt.looked positively tennis.&lt;br /&gt;(a reebok blue polo. looks nice on him!!!) ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's been awhile since i've posted a political post, haven't i? letme slap the lovesick/depressed vibes out of myself before i begin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8672741-111793870642600032?l=bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/111793870642600032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8672741&amp;postID=111793870642600032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672741/posts/default/111793870642600032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672741/posts/default/111793870642600032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com/2005/06/lime-green-cap-and-yellow-sneakers.html' title='lime green cap and yellow sneakers.'/><author><name>Char</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8672741.post-111777265319924824</id><published>2005-06-03T12:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T21:24:13.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'>shiver;i'm with you.</title><content type='html'>get tangled up in me.&lt;br /&gt;you wanna know more,more, more about me.&lt;br /&gt;i'm the girl that's sweeping you off your feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmms.love the feeling i get when i talk to him. just me and him.&lt;br /&gt;*face lights up in glee*&lt;br /&gt;friends are pretty sure we make a good couple. and that he likes me too.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not too sure.&lt;br /&gt;yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8672741-111777265319924824?l=bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/111777265319924824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8672741&amp;postID=111777265319924824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672741/posts/default/111777265319924824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672741/posts/default/111777265319924824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com/2005/06/shiverim-with-you.html' title='shiver;i&apos;m with you.'/><author><name>Char</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8672741.post-111742715776205001</id><published>2005-05-30T12:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-29T21:25:57.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sch library.</title><content type='html'>hellos.&lt;br /&gt;it's been a while since i've updated my bloggie, and here i am, doing my work, supposedly, in the library. *sigh* i feel that my EL sucks now, compared to when i was in HS. ohfuck. also, i'm very.... vulgar, cussing like noone's business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;craps. so effing unglam/un-ladylike. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm. i guess people'd all think that i'm really fickle and stuff, liking someone so soon. but here i am, proudly proclaiming that i'm officially in LIKE! haha. i don't dare to tell him, cos i'm not ready to commit to YET ANOTHER r/s that's prolly just as liklely to fail as my previous ones.&lt;br /&gt;also, i feel that he should be the one who makes the first move and shit. besides, i think i'd like to get to know him better and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i am deliriously happy. *lardeedar* it has definitely been awhile since i've been happy now, haven't i? but this time, i'm gonna be EXTRA EXTRA EXTRA patient. wish i could be as confident as always. but this time, i'm really unsure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've definitely been bitten by the likebug. when i talk to him, my voice gets all cooey, i get all shy.blah. so UN-ME! and the always strong me is a vulnerable Princess. i'm also duper clumsy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.i think of him, but does he think of me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to someone out there: baby;i'll be your missing rib.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8672741-111742715776205001?l=bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/111742715776205001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8672741&amp;postID=111742715776205001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672741/posts/default/111742715776205001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672741/posts/default/111742715776205001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com/2005/05/sch-library.html' title='sch library.'/><author><name>Char</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8672741.post-111615531275921185</id><published>2005-05-15T18:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-15T04:08:32.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sundaymorning.</title><content type='html'>went shopping last night! had loads of fun- i didn't pay for a single thing! ((:&lt;br /&gt;been lazy as a cat today. *purr*&lt;br /&gt;woke up at 1 (first time ever,i swear.)&lt;br /&gt;perambulated around the house, traipsing, really.&lt;br /&gt;listening to the NICENICE mP3s i downloaded. (MSN ME IF YOU WANNA KNOW WHERE TA GO!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COSMO! it's like ohsofab. (sorry for the airheaded-ness. *grin* =D)&lt;br /&gt;i've got the latest issue of Cosmo from OZ. (a first! distinctively different writing style, i must say. i prefer the US ed though-thicker mag(makes you feel that it was money well spent) and the nice perfume ads! *sniff sniff*) the saint who got the mag said that the US ed had run out, and the OZ version was like the shopowner's secret stash in the cupboard behind the counter. turns out that the OZ version is BANNED IN SINGAPORE! (definitely more risque than the US ed!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;personal Char* time:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adriel added me to his MSN/Friendster. Yes. THAT Adriel.&lt;br /&gt;i've had a crush on him for the longest time ever, since pri 1 ALL THE WAY to SEC 4~!&lt;br /&gt;i can't wait to chat with him.. he's been gone for like.. so long! i think, 9 mths.&lt;br /&gt;i really wonder how's life in australia. maybe i SHOULD go do my degree there afterall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;currently wants:&lt;br /&gt;a life&lt;br /&gt;a nice bunch of red red RED roses like the one fann posed with for the recent 8 Days cover.&lt;br /&gt;a handful of seeds.(sunflower, specifically.)&lt;br /&gt;company&lt;br /&gt;the deuter AC LITE 20/25 litres backpack&lt;br /&gt;an apology/explanation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that arse. he deserves death, really. his lies/deceptions have been exposed. to think that i chose to trust him! i guess i was blind ad had a case of bad judgement. my dad's right. you take not days or months but YEARS to find out what a person is like. aye,sad truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[all the while i was blinded by what i thought was love.how stupid.]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8672741-111615531275921185?l=bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/111615531275921185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8672741&amp;postID=111615531275921185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672741/posts/default/111615531275921185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672741/posts/default/111615531275921185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com/2005/05/sundaymorning.html' title='sundaymorning.'/><author><name>Char</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8672741.post-111615415502582876</id><published>2005-05-13T03:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-15T03:49:15.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what an unlucky day indeed.</title><content type='html'>BAH. Shan't even bother to comment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8672741-111615415502582876?l=bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/111615415502582876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8672741&amp;postID=111615415502582876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672741/posts/default/111615415502582876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672741/posts/default/111615415502582876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com/2005/05/what-unlucky-day-indeed.html' title='what an unlucky day indeed.'/><author><name>Char</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8672741.post-111589279752012924</id><published>2005-05-12T18:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T03:13:17.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>extra chilli,mai hiam!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="font-family: serif; color: black; font-size: 12pt;" align="center" border="1" bordercolor="black" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="5"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bgcolor="#CBE5FE"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 style="margin: 0; border: 0;"&gt;Your Political Profile&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCE2FE"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Overall&lt;/strong&gt;: 25% Conservative, 75% Liberal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CDDFFE"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Social Issues&lt;/strong&gt;: 25% Conservative, 75% Liberal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CFDCFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Personal Responsibility&lt;/strong&gt;: 0% Conservative, 100% Liberal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#D0D8FF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fiscal Issues&lt;/strong&gt;: 25% Conservative, 75% Liberal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#D1D5FF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ethics&lt;/strong&gt;: 25% Conservative, 75% Liberal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#D2D2FF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Defense and Crime&lt;/strong&gt;: 50% Conservative, 50% Liberal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/liborconquiz/"&gt;How Liberal / Conservative Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kingdom of heaven was a good show, and having dinner with nithya and vincent proved to be something REALLY enjoyable! (and enlightening too! LONG EVERYWHERE..~~~ooh. haha!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no,nithya. you don't look like barney. it's just the colour,hun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOUGHT SHEREEN'S BAG FOR 30 BUCKS!!! whee!! ((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8672741-111589279752012924?l=bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/111589279752012924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8672741&amp;postID=111589279752012924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672741/posts/default/111589279752012924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672741/posts/default/111589279752012924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com/2005/05/extra-chillimai-hiam.html' title='extra chilli,mai hiam!'/><author><name>Char</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8672741.post-111552363400456707</id><published>2005-05-08T11:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-07T20:40:34.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>happyhappyhappy!</title><content type='html'>Wishlist:&lt;br /&gt;- Premier Jour EDT by Nina Ricci&lt;br /&gt;- Amor Amor EDT by Cacharel (yup, TWO perfumes that smell great!)&lt;br /&gt;- MORE MINIs from A&amp;amp;F!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's just too much politics going on in school. sometimes, it gets suffocating.&lt;br /&gt;PRAISES TO THE ONE UP THERE FOR 129ers who have supported me and been there for me,&lt;br /&gt;ALWAYS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the wishlist is just a reminder i guess... for me to save up! ((:&lt;br /&gt;(or to pals... FOR MY birthday! that's 27 dec, DON'T FORGET! maybe one for xmas, one for bdae?? *looks around*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shereen's bdae is coming up... came up with loads of ideas now, trying to fuse them together for a smashtastic gift. ((: might need some capital input...ANY TAKERS?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went out for breakfunch (funkalised form of brunch lar, can?) with Jeanie after A math... had a nice long talk with her while enjoying our cups of teh-bing and bowls of meepok and fishball noodles. Learnt loads from each other, and there was a confession!!....which i shall not publish. Xp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Jeanie: THAT WAS SOOOO NICE! we should do it again some time soon aye? ((: maybe after a math on sat we should have our weekly breakfast time! ((: and i still feel so bad over "liking" that ____ person. haha!! =p shhh! *blush*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aite. time for me to catch up on the piling work before it crushes me. TAG AND TOODLES! *smile*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8672741-111552363400456707?l=bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/111552363400456707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8672741&amp;postID=111552363400456707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672741/posts/default/111552363400456707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672741/posts/default/111552363400456707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com/2005/05/happyhappyhappy.html' title='happyhappyhappy!'/><author><name>Char</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8672741.post-111514860533094500</id><published>2005-05-04T03:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-03T12:30:05.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm tired.</title><content type='html'>tired, physically.&lt;br /&gt;I never expected JC life to be so... TIRING!&lt;br /&gt;this was what i'd dreamt of... going into a jc...right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8672741-111514860533094500?l=bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/111514860533094500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8672741&amp;postID=111514860533094500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672741/posts/default/111514860533094500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672741/posts/default/111514860533094500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com/2005/05/im-tired.html' title='i&apos;m tired.'/><author><name>Char</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8672741.post-111514714289424936</id><published>2005-05-04T03:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-03T12:05:42.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i feel so stupid!</title><content type='html'>boy oh boy. what have i done?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8672741-111514714289424936?l=bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/111514714289424936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8672741&amp;postID=111514714289424936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672741/posts/default/111514714289424936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672741/posts/default/111514714289424936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-feel-so-stupid.html' title='i feel so stupid!'/><author><name>Char</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8672741.post-111479617078929836</id><published>2005-04-30T01:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-29T10:36:10.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>YJ needs life!!!</title><content type='html'>(or something else to do besides spin gossip from thin air.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAYS! i intend to inject loads of life and school spirit. i'll try to do to the best i can. while i understand that this sounds VERY rah-rah cheerleader(and honestly bimbotic),i think it would be something rather meaningful to do... afterall, according to the FISH! philosophy, introducing fun to work indirectly maximises employee productivity!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once again, i was rather upset. didn't really understand why i was soo...gossip-able. i  thought i was friendly to everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8672741-111479617078929836?l=bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/111479617078929836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8672741&amp;postID=111479617078929836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672741/posts/default/111479617078929836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672741/posts/default/111479617078929836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com/2005/04/yj-needs-life.html' title='YJ needs life!!!'/><author><name>Char</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8672741.post-111454745178478346</id><published>2005-04-27T04:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-26T13:30:51.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>somebody save me from the nothing-ness i feel.</title><content type='html'>i received an sms from J at about 2 plus... after so many weeks of not contacting me,&lt;br /&gt;and he said that he was sorry for "wasting my time and youth" and that it was "better for us to be friends."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;honestly, we've definitely drifted apart. and the distance is really too much to salvage.&lt;br /&gt;but i've acually had my doubts about him having someone else though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i guess i owe you an explanation, but i can give it to you in a couple of weeks if you want..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel so empty inside;&lt;br /&gt;rather...incomplete.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8672741-111454745178478346?l=bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/111454745178478346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8672741&amp;postID=111454745178478346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672741/posts/default/111454745178478346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672741/posts/default/111454745178478346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com/2005/04/somebody-save-me-from-nothing-ness-i.html' title='somebody save me from the nothing-ness i feel.'/><author><name>Char</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8672741.post-111435736331261765</id><published>2005-04-24T08:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-24T08:42:43.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>newperspectives.</title><content type='html'>no, just in case you were wondering, i'm not THAT into the PW title.&lt;br /&gt;i realise that i've been very.. negative about certain things, and i've realised that sometimes, things aren't as bad as it seems.&lt;br /&gt;for example, i used to REALLY dislike ODAC alot. however, that was changed after the fun i had with the ODAC crew at sentosa! (yes, the sunburn hurts. ALOT.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, YJ isn't that bad afterall. thanks to the friends i've made and the time i've spent,i've come to realise that the negativity i felt/expressed was all part of the anxiety and insecurity that was caused by the change of schools/environment. cos i was so used to MI, i guess the culture shock was the worst bit lar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to my YJCian friends, i'm so so sooooooooooooooooooo sorry if i've lashed out at you during the tough times. (if you're still my friend after the lashing out, thanks for being my friend still!! =p)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*yawn*&lt;br /&gt;so much has happened this week.&lt;br /&gt;too tired to post lar.&lt;br /&gt;lazy too!&lt;br /&gt;hehe.. i'm off to sleep!&lt;br /&gt;goodnight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8672741-111435736331261765?l=bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/111435736331261765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8672741&amp;postID=111435736331261765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672741/posts/default/111435736331261765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672741/posts/default/111435736331261765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com/2005/04/newperspectives.html' title='newperspectives.'/><author><name>Char</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8672741.post-111174752281439910</id><published>2005-03-25T02:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-25T02:45:22.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'>YJ LIFE SUCKS.</title><content type='html'>no c math.&lt;br /&gt;what more can I say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn i feel so down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8672741-111174752281439910?l=bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/111174752281439910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8672741&amp;postID=111174752281439910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672741/posts/default/111174752281439910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672741/posts/default/111174752281439910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com/2005/03/yj-life-sucks.html' title='YJ LIFE SUCKS.'/><author><name>Char</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8672741.post-111037693164926996</id><published>2005-03-09T04:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-09T06:02:11.650-08:00</updated><title type='text'>owijuststeppedonmyfoot</title><content type='html'>haha couldn't think of another header...&lt;br /&gt;oh.. i'm sorry to have "ignored" your tags, friends... you see, i'd been using firefox and well, it blocks pop-ups.. guess that's why i couldn't see your tags till now... sorry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to: juxanotherblogger, why, thank you! i certainly will have faith in my r/s. (=&lt;br /&gt;to:Marky mark, yeah, you are right. now you know why i had 7 exes.&lt;br /&gt;to:jt, hey look! i updated!!! (: *GRIN*&lt;br /&gt;to my MI pals, i'll miss you guys!!! *saddd*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8672741-111037693164926996?l=bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/111037693164926996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8672741&amp;postID=111037693164926996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672741/posts/default/111037693164926996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672741/posts/default/111037693164926996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com/2005/03/owijuststeppedonmyfoot.html' title='owijuststeppedonmyfoot'/><author><name>Char</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8672741.post-111029221661356499</id><published>2005-03-08T06:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-08T06:31:21.583-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rambo's arch enemy? Ram-u.</title><content type='html'>ram-bo (don't have) vs ram-u (have)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the new dawn of kiasuism, i'd much rather be ram-u la. *grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;O LEVEL RESULTS...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but first, these were the goals i set, but couldn't believe that i got close to achieving.. my prelims were a total disaster! Lesson learnt: It doesn't mean that when people go from 30 plus to abt 20, you won't be able to do better than 20 odd. (L1R5-ly speaking.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOALS:&lt;br /&gt;EL:A1&lt;br /&gt;Maths:A2&lt;br /&gt;POA:A2&lt;br /&gt;Science:A2&lt;br /&gt;Comb. Humans: B3&lt;br /&gt;D&amp;T:B4&lt;br /&gt;MT:A2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What i actually got for prelims:&lt;br /&gt;EL: C5&lt;br /&gt;Chinese:B4&lt;br /&gt;Maths:A2&lt;br /&gt;Science:B3&lt;br /&gt;Comb Humans: D7&lt;br /&gt;D&amp;amp;T:D7&lt;br /&gt;POA:A2&lt;br /&gt;CCA:A1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L1R5:23&lt;br /&gt;L1R4:(with CCA):13&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;______________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways..I'M TOTALLY THRILLED WITH MY RESULTS!!! Whee!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EL:B3 (disappointing!)&lt;br /&gt;Combined Humans:A1 (shocking!!!!who'd expect me to get an A1 after getting D7 consistently?)&lt;br /&gt;(Geog/SS)&lt;br /&gt;E Maths : B3 (pfft.)&lt;br /&gt;Combined Science: A2 (MAN!!! I hoped to get A1!!)&lt;br /&gt;Chinese: B3&lt;br /&gt;Accounting:A2!&lt;br /&gt;D&amp;amp;T: D7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L1R5:14&lt;br /&gt;L1R5:12 (after bonus)&lt;br /&gt;L1R4:11&lt;br /&gt;L1R4:9 (with CCA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shaved almost half off my prelims! (:&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JC Choice: SAJC, but VERYYYY likely that i'll go to YJC. it's so near to my house!&lt;br /&gt;haha.. put RJ as my 8th choice.well. lit students are known to make bold statements, i guess PROSPECTIVE lit students should too aye? (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8672741-111029221661356499?l=bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/111029221661356499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8672741&amp;postID=111029221661356499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672741/posts/default/111029221661356499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672741/posts/default/111029221661356499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com/2005/03/rambos-arch-enemy-ram-u.html' title='Rambo&apos;s arch enemy? Ram-u.'/><author><name>Char</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8672741.post-110899287250519793</id><published>2005-02-21T09:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-21T05:34:32.510-08:00</updated><title type='text'>AM I?</title><content type='html'>ok, i admit that i get pretty anal at times, especially when i am stressed or PMS-ing&lt;br /&gt;(i mean.. WHO DOESN'T???)&lt;br /&gt;but am i really asking for/expecting too much when i want to receive smses from him like i used to,&lt;br /&gt;have fun like we used to,&lt;br /&gt;do stuff that we used to (like being silly and spontaneous?)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHATEVER HAPPENED TO THE FUN STUFF?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one response i got was, "Welcome to married life."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i'd like to get a sweet sms every now and then... (it'll REALLY be unrealistic for me to expect my boo&lt;of&gt; to be saccharine-sweet and/or send mushroomy-mushy messages, but i think that a "How was your day?", "What are you doing now?" or a "Just dropping a message..(:" sms would be nice enough.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i don't.&lt;br /&gt;I just think that it would be sweet.. is it wrong for me to WANT that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He told me that he probably wasn't who i "THOUGHT" he was and that maybe i'm" asking for too much from him".&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, AM I?&lt;br /&gt;(In the convo which was relatively quiet and lacked content, save for my "complaining" that we lack fun and we don't have stuff to talk about.Well SORRY, but i guess that at this particular point of time, i was so hurt by the words in "" to f-ing give a damn)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me then, how else would i give him feedback about how i feel about the way things went, or how i feel about certain issues, while taking his feelings into consideration AND mine, without being WRONG? I've certainly believed in being frank, as you all know, and sometimes, it get UGLY. Blogders, I'M CALLING OUT TO YOUUUU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, before i go, i'd like to apologize for not updating and thank you for your kind understanding when reading this entry in particular. While i'm not on my hands and knees begging for your empathy here, it would actually be appreciated.(esp. when i'm feeling like the BITCHY/EVIL/BAD/WORST girlfriend there ever was, i'd like to be assured by being told that i'm actually not.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or, you could say that i'm living in denial.(If you actually think so.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8672741-110899287250519793?l=bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/110899287250519793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8672741&amp;postID=110899287250519793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672741/posts/default/110899287250519793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672741/posts/default/110899287250519793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com/2005/02/am-i.html' title='AM I?'/><author><name>Char</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8672741.post-110785663361235987</id><published>2005-02-08T17:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-08T01:57:13.613-08:00</updated><title type='text'>cookie.sheep.monster.</title><content type='html'>random rants of Char.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whhoooo&lt;br /&gt;went back to HS today... SO LITTLE PEOPLE TURNED UP!!!&lt;br /&gt;eh..MI rocks. we're faster than everyone else in all subjs. esp econs&lt;br /&gt;Mr Tang-Raymond..??*wink wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ehhhh... nothing much more to add cos i have LOADS of lame stuff that happened.&lt;br /&gt;here's an example.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was on 66, and i needed to change to 74.&lt;br /&gt;74 was right ahead of my bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Uncleeeeeee.... drive faster.."&lt;br /&gt;"UNCLE.....DRIVE FASTER!!" *stamps feet*&lt;br /&gt;"Uncle... FOLLOW THE BUS IN FRONT!"&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;then i needed to get off the bus to chase after 74&lt;br /&gt;"UNCLE....open the door!"*JUMP*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*runs after 74*&lt;br /&gt;*misses 74, much to the amusement of the rest of my friends in 66*&lt;br /&gt;happy new year to all!&lt;br /&gt;may we all collect loads of red packet cash! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8672741-110785663361235987?l=bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/110785663361235987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8672741&amp;postID=110785663361235987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672741/posts/default/110785663361235987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672741/posts/default/110785663361235987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com/2005/02/cookiesheepmonster.html' title='cookie.sheep.monster.'/><author><name>Char</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8672741.post-110656244602029710</id><published>2005-01-24T18:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-24T02:27:26.020-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm so tired!</title><content type='html'>school has never been more tiring that this. Here's a glimpse into a day in Char's Nikes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 A.M. Get up for school.&lt;br /&gt;5.30 A.M. Leave the house.&lt;br /&gt;6.00 A.M. Get onto bus 74 at mosque opp bowen&lt;br /&gt;7.OO A.M. Reach school, copy tuts.&lt;br /&gt;7.35 P.M. Panic when I don't have time left cos i haven't copied the whole econs assignment&lt;br /&gt;7.40 P.M. Discover that i don't have econs today. &gt;.&lt;'''&lt;br /&gt;1.30 P.M. GET MY HIENIE OUTTA SCHOOL!&lt;br /&gt;2.30 P.M. Eat lunchie&lt;br /&gt;5.00 P.M Reach home&lt;br /&gt;5.30 P.M. SPONGEBOB!&lt;br /&gt;7 P.M. Nappy nap&lt;br /&gt;9 P.M. SLEEP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-repeat.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To J: Boo, you know i love you... :D i want my hugs!!!!!!! Yes, i AM addicted. So what?&lt;br /&gt;To yinQi: THANK YOUS VERYYY MUCHOS! (he's gonna draw a pic of me, damn good at it.)&lt;br /&gt;To F.A.D.inah: I hope you feel better&lt;br /&gt;To Kel: Hope you're happy working! ^_^&lt;br /&gt;TO Spongebob: YOU ROCK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8672741-110656244602029710?l=bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/110656244602029710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8672741&amp;postID=110656244602029710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672741/posts/default/110656244602029710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672741/posts/default/110656244602029710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com/2005/01/im-so-tired.html' title='i&apos;m so tired!'/><author><name>Char</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8672741.post-110535935109574276</id><published>2005-01-10T20:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-10T04:15:51.100-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm down with tonsillitis!!</title><content type='html'>yup. it's bad. REAL bad. i scream and cry whenever i had to swallow ANYTHING!!&lt;br /&gt;even.. SALIVA........ this bout of illness totally sucked... especially with the cyclical rages of fever every 2 hours?? that tired me out. and to the envious few, YES. I lost weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well.. let's not mope around now.. shall we?? while getting settled in MI, i got to know sooo many cool friends in my OG, namely: DEB,VIC,AUD,REBECCA,TK gal, JADEEEEE, KIIKIIIII,sheryl,ooh denise, jiaqi, joyceeeee,xiulong, nic,jesseeekaaaaa,friendly cloud.. and io don't remember the rest of the group... SORRYYYYY... haha&lt;br /&gt;i've been given the nickname of BUBBLES!! and to my amazement, this was my quiz result in the "Which PPG are you most like?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://valvigirl.net/quizzes/ppgquiz.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://valvigirl.net/quizzes/bubbles.gif" border="0" alt="Which PPG are you?" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh no more content to blog on. shall blog again tomorrow since i have TWO days mc.(maybe even more...*shudder*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8672741-110535935109574276?l=bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/110535935109574276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8672741&amp;postID=110535935109574276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672741/posts/default/110535935109574276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672741/posts/default/110535935109574276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com/2005/01/im-down-with-tonsillitis.html' title='i&apos;m down with tonsillitis!!'/><author><name>Char</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8672741.post-110417082710190539</id><published>2004-12-28T02:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-27T10:07:07.100-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sorry for neglecting and forgetting to update!!</title><content type='html'>been pretty elated the past few days.. ESPECIALLY the part where i get to see Mr. J EVERYDAY. (In case you were wondering, NOPE, i'm not bored of him! Au contraire; i'm much more addicted and craving...FOR MORE OF MR. J!!!) i'll try to type what i remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24 dec&lt;br /&gt;night safari&lt;br /&gt;orchard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the night safari in a bid to avoid the countdown crowd... and i ONLY remember the leopard and otter encounters the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was tracing a figure-of-eight. I bent lower to get closer to the leopard. As she sees me while walking, she pauses. For a moment, time stands still as our eyes meet. I am not taken aback by her size, but by the intensity of the stare. I go.."Whoa." and wrap around J's calf for comfort. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The otters were sooo cute!! Shall not go on yabbering on how they moved... Here's the cute part. They squeaked at J and I. IN A ROW!!! heh. How cute is THAT? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took a cab down to orchard to look for food. Roaming hungry ghosts amongst a mob of MADDDD people spraying snow. Was irritated at everyone who sprayed snow at me. Let them off cos it was christmas. (How magnanimous of me! I'd have murdered them if it weren't xmas. J's cruel method of torture: Hang them upside down, cut off a left nut(ow), cut off the eyelids and leave them to bleed to death... SLOWLY...MUAHAHAHAHA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25 dec&lt;br /&gt;my party!&lt;br /&gt;had loads of fun and stress. Who wouldn't be if you had to ENTERTAIN, SERVE GUESTS AND GET THE SCREWDRIVER all at the same time? Sheesh dad, get a grip.&lt;br /&gt;To all ya peeps who attended the party, thanks for your presents AND presence. =)&lt;br /&gt;Esp: J, Yish, Seb, Fats, Steph, Kel, Mich and Diana!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26 dec&lt;br /&gt;jazz concert&lt;br /&gt;the jazzy xmas concert that he treated me to totally rocked.. i was stunned that the concert had&lt;br /&gt;ended anyways, but it was GREAT! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the concert, we headed down to sense restaurant which was completely EMPTY. i just couldn't believe it! i kept asking if he booked the whole place down or something, but he was like.. er.. No? That sounds really sweet and all... but no. haha...and then a few other couples (3 to be exact) came into the restaurant for food, i said :" Wow.. you're soooo kind.. though you booked the whole place, you ACTUALLY allowed other people to dine as well!! wowwwww" (call it denial, but it WAS rather amusing. (: ) The food was good, and there was the ambience. Ooh. Loved cuddling up with him when i had my tea at the end of the meal.. ooh and the pillows. nice. ;) By the way.. i sang "it's beginning to look alot like christmas, eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeevrywhere you turn..." for like... 1000 times at least throughout the evening. soo cute to see him go *grr*!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night view outside the Esplanade totally rocks! Breath-taking... (Well,it WAS rather windy and chilly, making it hard to breathe =p) He'd wanted to wish me a happy birthday before 12, as he felt that it would be un-clichéd. (Well, my response to that: trying to be un-clichéd is RATHER clichéd at times. haha.. i'm sure you get what i mean right?=)) Guess what? I got many many happy birthday kisses and "Happy Birthday"s, PAST midnight afterall. -.- haha so much for trying to be different!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27 dec&lt;br /&gt;CRYSTAL JADE.yum*&lt;br /&gt;I paid this time for dinner with J. FOOD WAS SOOO GOOD! We went on ranting about food throughout the whole dinner. haha and i said that xiao long baos were better aphrodisiacs than strawberries dipped in choc WITH champagne AND/OR wine!&lt;br /&gt;It's fun to nosh with J! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8672741-110417082710190539?l=bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/110417082710190539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8672741&amp;postID=110417082710190539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672741/posts/default/110417082710190539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672741/posts/default/110417082710190539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com/2004/12/sorry-for-neglecting-and-forgetting-to.html' title='sorry for neglecting and forgetting to update!!'/><author><name>Char</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8672741.post-110382304227286958</id><published>2004-12-24T01:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-23T09:30:42.273-08:00</updated><title type='text'>mushy post</title><content type='html'>J's sooo dreamy!&lt;br /&gt;i love ya dearie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8672741-110382304227286958?l=bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/110382304227286958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8672741&amp;postID=110382304227286958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672741/posts/default/110382304227286958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672741/posts/default/110382304227286958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com/2004/12/mushy-post.html' title='mushy post'/><author><name>Char</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8672741.post-110382282497546440</id><published>2004-12-24T01:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-23T09:27:04.976-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inebriated</title><content type='html'>haha i'm back from elaine's xmas bbq.. her mom was really sweet.. =)&lt;br /&gt;had fun!!&lt;br /&gt;you guys who are heading down to my place on sat,&lt;br /&gt;the gathering starts at 4 onwards... see ya then!! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry christmas eve everyone!=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babe signing out~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8672741-110382282497546440?l=bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/110382282497546440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8672741&amp;postID=110382282497546440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672741/posts/default/110382282497546440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672741/posts/default/110382282497546440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com/2004/12/inebriated.html' title='Inebriated'/><author><name>Char</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8672741.post-110321529705539293</id><published>2004-12-17T00:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-16T08:41:37.056-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm so deliriously happy!!!!</title><content type='html'>J came over to my place today.. IT WAS SOOOO NICE!!!&lt;br /&gt;*hee* it's the first of many chillout sessions..&lt;br /&gt;+usually i'd go over to his place so today was a first. kinda interesting though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To kel  and fadinah: I PACKED MY ROOM UP!!! Surprised right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+Cooked his favourite clam chowder soup (No, not from scratch. He was just so damned lucky that i had 3 cans of Campbell's Condensed New England Clam Chowder stocked.) XD *laugh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+I simply love napping and being a goof with him. We're going to sentosa again tomorrow. Someone was not satisfied with his tan though i'm concerned about me looking like an indian.&lt;br /&gt;J:"But if I don't get my tan, I'll look damned gay!"&lt;br /&gt;C:"How does not getting a tan make you look gay?"&lt;br /&gt;J:"My tattoo looks gay without a tan lar!"&lt;br /&gt;C:"Er.... O...k..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kasper's progress is startling.. he can take steps across the room now. Ooh. Did i mention that he winks?? DARNED CUTE!!!&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Posting results come out in about 9 plus hours. I WANNA MAKE IT TO THE DAMN SCIENCE STREAM!!&lt;br /&gt;Shall blog after the results come out at 10AM.&lt;br /&gt;WISH ME LUCK!!&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Yes dearie, YOU WIN. Here we have White Houses. Satisfied i bet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for torturing your eardrums with the song on loop guys!&lt;br /&gt;It's been playing in my head in the same way, and the only way of purging it is in sadism.&lt;br /&gt;How so? Seeing you writhe in sheer torture, wiggle uncomfortably in your chair and squirming.&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention that if you were sooo irritated by the song throughout the whole post,&lt;br /&gt;you could have simply clicked the red 'Stop' button in IE.&lt;br /&gt;(For the uninitiated, here's a reverberating muahaha to you. XD)&lt;br /&gt;=o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8672741-110321529705539293?l=bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/110321529705539293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8672741&amp;postID=110321529705539293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672741/posts/default/110321529705539293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672741/posts/default/110321529705539293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com/2004/12/im-so-deliriously-happy.html' title='i&apos;m so deliriously happy!!!!'/><author><name>Char</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8672741.post-110293781093229650</id><published>2004-12-13T19:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-13T03:36:50.933-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Surfing on a cocoa fuelled high~</title><content type='html'>Eyebrows shall be raised again........&lt;br /&gt;I JUST BOUGHT $6.50 WORTH OF CHOCS!! (Concerned abt whether or not there are worms in my tummy?? TAG YOUR COMMENTS!)&lt;br /&gt;(Consisting of 1 TWIX bar, 1 TIMEOUT bar, 1 Kinder Bueno bar 1 box of strawberry flavoured Hello Panda)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I refer you to this paper written &lt;a href="http://serendip.brynmawr.edu/bb/neuro/neuro01/web2/Slaughter.html"&gt;http://serendip.brynmawr.edu/bb/neuro/neuro01/web2/Slaughter.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which is helpful in answering the question, "What makes people crave for chocolate?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Aztec emperor, Montezuma, was said to drink chocolate that was thick as honey and dyed red.&lt;br /&gt;He liked it so much that he drank 50 goblets of it every day, and when he was done, he threw the golden goblets away. They weren't valuable to him, but the chocolate was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the 17th century, the chocolate beverage quickly became the fashionable drink all over Europe, but not without opposition. Some condemned it as an evil drink. Frederick III of Prussia prohibited it in his realm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the countries that did accept the drink, it was limited to the wealthy because of its high price. The London chocolate houses became the trendy meeting places where the elite London society savored this new luxury beverage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Industrialization in the 19th and 20th centuries have since made chocolate a food for the masses. But despite its availablilty, people continue to hold onto the notion of chocolate as a special treat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sources: &lt;a href="http://www.riverdeep.net/current/2001/02/021401_chocolate.jhtml"&gt;http://www.riverdeep.net/current/2001/02/021401_chocolate.jhtml&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                &lt;a href="http://edition.cnn.com/HEALTH/indepth.food/sweets/history/index.html"&gt;http://edition.cnn.com/HEALTH/indepth.food/sweets/history/index.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My personal viewpoint:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate is sinfully addictive and sometimes it is the only thing that will satisfy your food craving.  Aiyooo so what if it is rich in calories and saturated fat? I'm not fat right?&lt;br /&gt;However, chocolate is not good for everyone. There are some poor things who are better off not indulging in the sweet, creamy richness of chocolate. Chocolate, as well as red wines and certain cheeses, contains phenylethylamine (PEA), a substance that can dilate blood vessels in the brain. People with a sensitivity to PEA might find that eating chocolate triggers headaches, even migraine. So people, eat away! (In moderation.) =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disclaimer: While Char is darned addicted to chockies and not growing fat, she does not assume any liability such as weight gain or breakouts though she seriously advocates the proliferation of the ideal that chockies are good in the writing of this article.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Don't hate me cos i ain't fat. Hate me cos i've got high metabolic rate! *evil laughter* BITE ME.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8672741-110293781093229650?l=bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/110293781093229650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8672741&amp;postID=110293781093229650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672741/posts/default/110293781093229650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672741/posts/default/110293781093229650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com/2004/12/surfing-on-cocoa-fuelled-high.html' title='Surfing on a cocoa fuelled high~'/><author><name>Char</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8672741.post-110267134643844069</id><published>2004-12-10T17:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-10T16:17:01.273-08:00</updated><title type='text'>beaching out with him is fun!</title><content type='html'>Beached out with Mr. Tan (No pun intended) yesterday at Siloso Beach..&lt;br /&gt;It's always fun to be with J lar... (i know dear, OMG,ISDC!!!!*)&lt;br /&gt;So this is how the whole day went....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said that I'd get a darker tan...&lt;br /&gt;WITHOUT SUNTANNING OIL!&lt;br /&gt;With that, lil Char got on top of Mr. J..&lt;br /&gt;AND SLATHERED LOTS OF SUNTANNING OIL!&lt;br /&gt;(OI!What were you thinking???Tsk.)&lt;br /&gt;So, we tanned&lt;br /&gt;And played in the water&lt;br /&gt;Tanned somemore,&lt;br /&gt;Played in the water somemore&lt;br /&gt;and played somemore..&lt;br /&gt;Hit the showers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Shall talk about one particular convo in detail. SUPER INTERESTING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C:*scribbles in the sand, "Property of Char" in a valiant bid to convince J that the area was our territory!*&lt;br /&gt;J:"OH MY GOD! THAT WAS SO CLICHéD LAR!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;Kid playing nearby:"OH MY GOD! THAT WAS SO CLICHéD LAR!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;C:*snigger*&lt;br /&gt;J:*wades in the shallow water ahead of Char....*&lt;br /&gt;C:*went maddddd! (hates tow huay sand)*&lt;br /&gt;C:*runs to the water!*&lt;br /&gt;J:*braces himself, anticipating the oncoming,fast approaching Char....*&lt;br /&gt;C:*trips on twig!!*&lt;br /&gt;J:*....*&lt;br /&gt;C:*SPLASH!!!!*&lt;br /&gt;J:*....*&lt;br /&gt;C:*nervous heh heh heh*&lt;br /&gt;J: "What was THAT all about????"&lt;br /&gt;C: "I wanted to dive and swim away to avoid the tow huay sand!"&lt;br /&gt;J: ....&lt;br /&gt;C:*changes the subject*&lt;br /&gt;"Hey.. did you know that a kid said the same sentence, "OH MY GOD! THAT WAS SO CLICHéD LAR!!!!" after he heard you saying that??"&lt;br /&gt;J: "Is it? I didn't hear that lar!"&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was the guy in red shorts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We both found it so damned amusing to watch him hold his loose shorts up&lt;br /&gt;...EVEN WHEN HE WAS KISSING HIS GIRL!!&lt;br /&gt;The evil Char crept out when the both of us were heading to the showers..&lt;br /&gt;Char plotted to yank his shorts off when he didn't notice&lt;br /&gt;(like when he was in the middle of kissing his girl. HEHEHE)&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion, the day ended on a happy note, at Compass Pt.&lt;br /&gt;(except for some little events...)&lt;br /&gt;- J put the WHOLE takobachi ball into his mouth *ow!...hot!*&lt;br /&gt;- J was continually plagued by his worst nightmares...KIDS!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***************Highlights of the day********************&lt;br /&gt;Sentence of the day: "MY GOD!!! THAT'S SO DAMNED CLICHéD LAR!!!"&lt;br /&gt;Factoid of the day: 965 - 111 = 854!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;fyi,&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinfully saccharine-sweet event: Holding hands while tanning&lt;br /&gt;Jibbing of the day: 'Navel button' and "What could happen if there was a ship/bumboat out at sea called 'the Princess Char'...."&lt;br /&gt;Crazy thing char did: "levelling her torso and navel button"... With sand.&lt;br /&gt;Clumsy char: too many to list.&lt;br /&gt;J's most used action: the 'DOH!' expression.. when Char is clumsy.. he slaps his forehead and closes his eyes..&lt;br /&gt;Nicknames for the day: BOO BOO&lt;br /&gt;******************************************************&lt;br /&gt;Hey boo boo... We'll go again next week!! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8672741-110267134643844069?l=bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/110267134643844069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8672741&amp;postID=110267134643844069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672741/posts/default/110267134643844069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672741/posts/default/110267134643844069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com/2004/12/beaching-out-with-him-is-fun.html' title='beaching out with him is fun!'/><author><name>Char</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8672741.post-110254546068125616</id><published>2004-12-09T06:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-08T14:37:40.680-08:00</updated><title type='text'>good morning~</title><content type='html'>here i am, blogging at 6.32am. woken up by none other than Mr. J who overslept. (In case you were wondering, yes. He missed the match) Yawn.. i'm sleep deprived now cos like.. once i wake up, i can't like go back to sleep. DRAT. Oh well.. back to playing addictive Yahoo Dominoes =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;White houses. Heh.. Nice song huh?? It's still in my head!! *grr* One point to J!&lt;br /&gt;[happy 4th week. 28 days wad.....]&lt;br /&gt;time to celebrate. Let's get a tannnnnnnnnn =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8672741-110254546068125616?l=bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/110254546068125616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8672741&amp;postID=110254546068125616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672741/posts/default/110254546068125616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672741/posts/default/110254546068125616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com/2004/12/good-morning.html' title='good morning~'/><author><name>Char</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8672741.post-110233845504358647</id><published>2004-12-06T05:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-06T05:07:35.043-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm proud to announce...</title><content type='html'>that J's a darned good kisser! (No hun, i am soo NOT ADDICTED TO YOU!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hee.. went to kasper's.. that little guy's so cute! he's learning to do ALOT more now that he's growing up.. hee but one thing still doesn't change.. his insecurity/separation anxiety.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8672741-110233845504358647?l=bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/110233845504358647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8672741&amp;postID=110233845504358647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672741/posts/default/110233845504358647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672741/posts/default/110233845504358647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com/2004/12/im-proud-to-announce.html' title='i&apos;m proud to announce...'/><author><name>Char</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8672741.post-110217765935058274</id><published>2004-12-05T00:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-04T08:27:39.350-08:00</updated><title type='text'>YES, some things ARE perfect.</title><content type='html'>Such as the thing between me and J. Haha..&lt;br /&gt;I love absolute spontaneity.. we get it all the time in our relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`plans? heck it!&lt;br /&gt;`rules? we don't give a damnnnn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't wait to go ice skating again.. it's been a LONG while since i've danced on the ice..&lt;br /&gt;ESPECIALLY with a boyfriend. now THIS is another first. (the first "first" being shopping for a baby with a guy.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOUUU!!!&lt;br /&gt;[happy 24th day. just because.=)]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8672741-110217765935058274?l=bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/110217765935058274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8672741&amp;postID=110217765935058274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672741/posts/default/110217765935058274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672741/posts/default/110217765935058274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com/2004/12/yes-some-things-are-perfect.html' title='YES, some things ARE perfect.'/><author><name>Char</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8672741.post-110160907162984695</id><published>2004-11-28T10:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-27T18:31:11.630-08:00</updated><title type='text'>in da mood for hols!!!~</title><content type='html'>nice song.. enjoy! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8672741-110160907162984695?l=bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/110160907162984695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8672741&amp;postID=110160907162984695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672741/posts/default/110160907162984695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672741/posts/default/110160907162984695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com/2004/11/in-da-mood-for-hols.html' title='in da mood for hols!!!~'/><author><name>Char</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8672741.post-110141049804182761</id><published>2004-11-25T11:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-25T11:25:12.183-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A perfect life.</title><content type='html'>i'm sooo mad todae.. steph came by and i tried my tuition skills on her.. it was not bad! amazingly though, i flunked A maths in the past.. but i managed to teach her a maths! How odd...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were at compass point earlier and i got the Jack jack pillow from mac..&lt;br /&gt;Here's an excerpt of the convo between me and the mac dude..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MD: Hi.. May i help you?&lt;br /&gt;C: Yeah.errr...&lt;br /&gt;(3 minutes later....)&lt;br /&gt;C: I'll have the Mcspicy double EVM.. I WANT THE PILLOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgot about the food... all i wanted to do was to hug the pillow cos jack jack looks soo uber cute!&lt;br /&gt;I also wanna get one of the wax hand sculptures...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm an insomniac tonight..So here i am, at 3.13am, wide awake, with my mind filled with nothing but J. Things i wanna do in the future with J, how i want my life to be with J, how the incredibles rocked.. haha, xmas plans, his xmas gift..(could i wrap myself up in lotsa wrapping paper?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i reflect alot, often wishing that my life could be more perfect than it already is.. but i fail to realise that my life has never been better.. i've got my J (the perfect boyf), my family (dysfunctional, typical conservative Asian, but still a cool one..), and my friends.. (kel, fadinahhh...we rock*) What more could i ask for? Life is beautiful. savour each moment*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babe signing out~&lt;br /&gt;[music playing: Aerosmith- I don't wanna miss a thing]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8672741-110141049804182761?l=bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/110141049804182761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8672741&amp;postID=110141049804182761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672741/posts/default/110141049804182761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672741/posts/default/110141049804182761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com/2004/11/perfect-life.html' title='A perfect life.'/><author><name>Char</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8672741.post-110141286008317483</id><published>2004-11-25T04:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-25T12:20:04.460-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This song's for J!!*kisses*</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Aerosmith - I don't wanna miss a thing&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I could stay awake just to hear you breathing,&lt;br /&gt;Watch you smile while you are sleeping,&lt;br /&gt;While you're far away and dreaming,&lt;br /&gt;I could spend my life in this sweet surrender,&lt;br /&gt;I could stay lost in this moment forever,&lt;br /&gt;When every moment spent with you is a moment I treasure,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)Don't wanna close my eyes,&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna fall asleep,&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'd miss you baby,&lt;br /&gt;And I don't wanna miss a thing,&lt;br /&gt;Cause even when I dream of you,&lt;br /&gt;The sweetest dream would never do,&lt;br /&gt;I'd still miss you babe,&lt;br /&gt;And I don't wanna miss a thing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lying close to you,&lt;br /&gt;feeling your heart beating,&lt;br /&gt;And I'm wondering what you're dreaming,&lt;br /&gt;Wondering if it's me you're seeing,&lt;br /&gt;And then I kiss your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;And thank God we're together,&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna stay with you in this moment forever,&lt;br /&gt;Forever and ever.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't wanna miss one smile,&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna miss one kiss,&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna be with you,&lt;br /&gt;Right here with you, just like this,&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna hold you close,&lt;br /&gt;And feel your heart so close to mine,&lt;br /&gt;And just stay here in this moment,&lt;br /&gt;For all the rest of time (Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah YEAH!!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( Chorus to end )&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8672741-110141286008317483?l=bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/110141286008317483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8672741&amp;postID=110141286008317483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672741/posts/default/110141286008317483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672741/posts/default/110141286008317483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com/2004/11/this-songs-for-jkisses.html' title='This song&apos;s for J!!*kisses*'/><author><name>Char</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8672741.post-110130909556874179</id><published>2004-11-24T23:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-24T07:11:35.570-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the Os are over...*phew*</title><content type='html'>yay... i went out to town yesterday with kel&amp;fadinah... whoo hoo! and i got to spend loads of quality time with J today.. we caught the incredibles.. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i noticed something.. when we're together, time passes really really quickly!!!! But then again, in reality, it hasn't been THAT long.. you get what i mean? Eg: I spend 7 minutes with him waiting for a bus... but it feels like 3 seconds!!! *whines* okayyyyy... char gets her way, and waits for the 34th bus before going home... yeah.... right. The 3rd bus lar..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***********************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was rather POed with my school because they simply refused to give me 3 more marks to reduce my L1R5 from 23 to 20.. though i didn't qualify for the JC with my prelims result, i don't give a damn... Because i wanna head down to the CI route!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that the centralised institutes have not been given the due respect and recognition that they deserve.. i think that we should really stop this assumption that people with crap marks like mine end up there.. A 3 yr course, i feel, would be better because the pace is slower and i think that i'll be more free to devote time to my CCA(s) ( i was thinking netball team and tennis) and being blur and dumb as i am, i think that i would be allowed to have more time to grasp the concepts.. blablabla...We should also cease the evil deed of clumping ITE together with the CI. The CI is SOOOO not ITE! It is a cetre offering A level education. So what if the course is 3 years? At the end of the day, i think that it would be better to have stellar grades though you may take a year more than to totally risk everything and struggle or even fail in the JC.&lt;br /&gt;I've made my mind up. I want to go to the CI. For good. I can't take the "Char's sooooo gonna be going to the JC" crap/ "Char= JC girl" association anymore. The truth is that i can't. and even if i qualified, i won't go. Look.. i'm not trying to prove a point or be stubborn.. I like the environment of the CI... It reminds me of Rosyth's campus and HS' Lowland road campus.. I feel comfortable and i think that's my utmost concern.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;********************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;listening to a nice song...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whitney Houston - Saving all my love for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few stolen moments is all that we share&lt;br /&gt;You've got your family, and they need you there&lt;br /&gt;Though I've tried to resist, being last on your list&lt;br /&gt;But no other man's gonna do&lt;br /&gt;So I'm saving all my love for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not very easy, living all alone&lt;br /&gt;My friends try and tell me, find a man of my own&lt;br /&gt;But each time I try, I just break down and cry&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'd rather be home feeling blue&lt;br /&gt;So I'm saving all my love for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You used to tell me we'd run away together&lt;br /&gt;Love gives you the right to be free&lt;br /&gt;You said be patient, just wait a little longer&lt;br /&gt;But that's just an old fantasy&lt;br /&gt;I've got to get ready, just a few minutes more&lt;br /&gt;Gonna get that old feeling when you walk through that door&lt;br /&gt;For tonight is the night, for feeling alright&lt;br /&gt;We'll be making love the whole night through&lt;br /&gt;So I'm saving all my love&lt;br /&gt;Yes I'm saving all my love&lt;br /&gt;Yes I'm saving all my love for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No other woman, is gonna love you more&lt;br /&gt;Cause tonight is the night, that I'm feeling alright&lt;br /&gt;We'll be making love the whole night through&lt;br /&gt;So I'm saving all my love Yeah I'm saving all my lovin&lt;br /&gt;Yes I'm saving all my love for you&lt;br /&gt;For you, for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*i'm saving all my love for J*&lt;br /&gt;***********************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;Oh and yes.. here's the intelligent char post of the day... (J loves intelligent char&lt;?!?&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fashion is cyclical. that's the reason why retro is sooo hip! They run out of garbs to wear, and they start to dig groovy ol' mini skirts, with modifications (shorter lengths, cutting, fabrics, colour...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oohhhh another cyclical thing is education.. think of the case of single session -&gt; double-&gt; single session again? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***********************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before i go off, here's a saccharine-sweet thought&lt;br /&gt;(Disclaimer: Keeps reader's hair standing on end.. )&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a silly Char who's madly in love with J,&lt;br /&gt;and not a 16 year old who's in love with a 23 year old.&lt;br /&gt;[We don't give a damn about physical age]&lt;br /&gt;[-cherish.treasure.-]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babe signing out~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8672741-110130909556874179?l=bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/110130909556874179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8672741&amp;postID=110130909556874179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672741/posts/default/110130909556874179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672741/posts/default/110130909556874179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com/2004/11/os-are-overphew.html' title='the Os are over...*phew*'/><author><name>Char</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8672741.post-110092576387872849</id><published>2004-11-20T12:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-19T20:42:43.880-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hmm~</title><content type='html'>now that i'm beginning to think about it seriously, the Os were actually easy and manageable! Especially my sub chem paper. i'm rather confident.. but then again, i'm worried about the bell curve.. maybe it takes alot more to get an A1.. i'm afraid that i won't be able to enter a JC now.. *bites nails*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm.. but then again, i still have a few more papers to get over and done with.. so i should really just stop being a woorywart. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, J's going to have his paper later.. hmm i hope he does well.. i know he will.. he's smart.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8672741-110092576387872849?l=bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/110092576387872849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8672741&amp;postID=110092576387872849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672741/posts/default/110092576387872849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672741/posts/default/110092576387872849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com/2004/11/hmm.html' title='hmm~'/><author><name>Char</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8672741.post-110073809965166598</id><published>2004-11-18T08:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-17T16:41:03.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'>char's confused</title><content type='html'>how am i supposed to feel when he's commitment phobic? Since the moment he told me that he was scared abt getting into another relationship,i've been feeling a little turned off, even to the extent of asking myself: are we in a commitment-less relationship?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO! I love him and stuff.. and we ARE committed to the other.. as in we don't go around flirting with other guys or gals.. and well.. i'm like..supposed to get rid of his phobia.. a tough task to accomplish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really have no idea what's coming over me but i feel increasingly detached from him.. PMS or exams stress.. we'll see after BOTH our exams are over... in the meantime, char's going to mug, and J's gonna mug too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to academics...i felt relieved that i could manage the elect geog paper.. it was usually like my worst subject, but i feel rather confident abt it this time.. what can i say? Char is paranoid... nah. she's the BOMB! haha expected the Os to get really tough and stuff.. i guess not... haha =) hope that i could do well and get into a JC. as to which JC, i really couldn't care less anymore.. TJ's outta ma league.. and if i couldn't get into a JC, i hope i could get into some biz course or smth in poly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grrrr just wish that i could be a lawyer...some how. i feel that it just totally fits the way i want life to be. Harvard's tuition is ok lar.. 30 smth K USD per yr? hmm according to J, it'll be like.. about 100 odd K when you cover the living expenses etc.. but i don't wanna go to harvard anymore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have friends (ie: Kel,shan,yuna, ivee...) and J.. it's not that he's bogging me down, i just don't see myself being THAT far apart from him/my family/my friends.. not with the fact that we have an age gap.. or that we're sooo like.. addicted to one another.. i don't wanna have my addiction/cravings satisfied by anyone else.. anywhere else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[i'm gonna smile like nothing's wrong, talk like everything's perfect, act like it's just a dream, and pretend he's not hurting me... for now.. till it's past the exam period]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8672741-110073809965166598?l=bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/110073809965166598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8672741&amp;postID=110073809965166598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672741/posts/default/110073809965166598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672741/posts/default/110073809965166598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com/2004/11/chars-confused.html' title='char&apos;s confused'/><author><name>Char</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8672741.post-110031610704039027</id><published>2004-11-13T11:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-12T19:21:47.040-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ooh/wow</title><content type='html'>J just told me yesterday.. that the scholarship he's under is not just any other scholarship.. it's the PSC scholarship. *char went.. wow* haha hmmmmmm o....k......... hmm *ponder*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*char is now super stressed cos she wants to be just like J!!!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8672741-110031610704039027?l=bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/110031610704039027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8672741&amp;postID=110031610704039027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672741/posts/default/110031610704039027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672741/posts/default/110031610704039027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com/2004/11/oohwow.html' title='ooh/wow'/><author><name>Char</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8672741.post-110023296724630296</id><published>2004-11-12T12:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-11T20:16:07.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'>YAY!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;It's REALLY official... haha I'm J's girl. I think that i've been putting it off cos i was waiting for a nice date...111104&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;went to the motorshow with him..yesterday.. and it was 100% pure spontaneity! haha check tis out..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;10 Nov 2004&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Telephone convo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;J: So..what time do we meet? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;C: Let's be totally spontaneous! Sms me when you wake up and we'll see...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;J: Hmm.. Ok. Where are we going?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;C: I've got it planned. Don't worry...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;J: Ok.. then where do we meet?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;C: How bout smsing me when you leave your house?i'll tell you then..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;So much for being spontaneous! haha *laughs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Time really flies when we're together.. the wait for the MRT was supposed to be like...6 mins.. ..................which totally felt like 2 mins lar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Discussion of the day: Is there chivalry in the modern society which emphasizes the equality of sexes? (which happened to be sparked off by J holding a door open for me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Factoid of the day: Do you know how you get brainfreeze? ( We were eating lasagna and cheesecake at the same time at NYDC)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;How silly we got: We walked approx. 340 degrees round the fountain of wealth to look for NYDC!! And we still think that we're more sincere than those who queue up to touch the water in the inner circle, thus increasing the chances of us striking BOTH 4D AND TOTO, PLUS winning a merc and BMW 3 series for ourselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;How lame we were: While reciting the phonetic alphabet, we were at W.. and i said vodka. (makes no sense, i know..) BUT HE THOUGHT I SAID WODKA!!!! Haha and here we have our very own acrostic sort of alphabet...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;J&amp;C Styled Alphabet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;pple (cos Char doesn't know how else to start the alphabet)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;arne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;y/bite/us/oo/HB/eating round the bush&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;har/ookie/lumsy/rap/ute/alifornia pizza chicken..i mean kitchen/omplicated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;iao/amn/irect in your face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;splanade/854/8 oct/emperor of lameness/escalator/11 nov&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;one/riendster/ifty mins (sorry for making you wait that long)/LAWWEEDDDDD!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;iselle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;mm/appy/andphone/ot,sticky,sweaty/aha/ugs/onda S-2000&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt; love you!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;J &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;J lar!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;K&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;asper/kisses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;ame/ove ya/ick(that kinda got me confused too)/ate (Char is always late!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;aths/r. Tan(ie: J) /ouse (think nibble)/Macs/iss ya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;ibble&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;s/uch/ldies &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;asta/eek-a-block/robability/rocrastinators&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Q&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;ueen of lameness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;elationship (it was kinda confusing in the past.. i guess it's cleared up)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;pontaneous/-2000/akae sushi/neeze/izzle/weet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;oys'R'Us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;/ofu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;ndefined (our relationship was undefined..at a pt of time)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;V&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;iagra/indicated/engeful lover (that J soooo isn't!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;odka/ake up call&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;p/anga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;arrrrr/ada yada/oda/ou.............!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Z&lt;/span&gt;zz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;I LOVE J LIKE NOBODY'S BUSINESS!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Babe signing out~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8672741-110023296724630296?l=bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/110023296724630296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8672741&amp;postID=110023296724630296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672741/posts/default/110023296724630296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672741/posts/default/110023296724630296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com/2004/11/yay.html' title='YAY!!!!!!'/><author><name>Char</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8672741.post-110001099654576532</id><published>2004-11-09T22:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-09T06:36:36.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poll</title><content type='html'>What is your pet peeve? Mine would be trying to entertain someone while that someone totally pushes it. (I.E.: Takes me for granted, insulting me for kicks like nobody's business.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8672741-110001099654576532?l=bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/110001099654576532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8672741&amp;postID=110001099654576532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672741/posts/default/110001099654576532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672741/posts/default/110001099654576532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com/2004/11/poll.html' title='Poll'/><author><name>Char</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8672741.post-110000905205342517</id><published>2004-11-09T22:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-09T06:38:29.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long one today peeps</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;sorry for the looong wait for an update... been pretty much bogged down by prep for the ongoing Os. i think i could have gotten EVERYTHING right for my chem today. *happy*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;yup. you heard me right... FULL MARKS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;whoo-hoo! i credit my success to my great chem tutor...Jess! And of course, my baby J deserves credit too.. for being there for moi.. and listening to my crappy lame stuff.. he's even planning out my bdae already! he's so sweet..i'm gonna get diabetes! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;************************************************************************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Typed an argu originally but someone just had to make me feel bad. Want a look? I'll send it over to you personally. Let me know via MSN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;to kel and shan: i do hope that you guys work hard for the other papers.. so that my treat today can be justified! haha do yourselves proud okies?? The unbeatable trio shall soar! as for the bimbo duo, (*wink*) HECK THEM! kekekeke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;to J: Hey baby..... *i miss ya* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;to Charlotte: i hope you're not les...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;to Mr. Delifrance: i love coffee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;to Kasper: Goodnight!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;to Yuna: Good luck for bio and geog!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Babe signing out~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8672741-110000905205342517?l=bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/110000905205342517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8672741&amp;postID=110000905205342517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672741/posts/default/110000905205342517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672741/posts/default/110000905205342517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com/2004/11/long-one-today-peeps.html' title='Long one today peeps'/><author><name>Char</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8672741.post-109919119037666998</id><published>2004-10-31T10:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-10-30T19:53:10.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The close call; a brush with death.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Dream a little dream of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Stars shining bright above you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Night breezes seem to whisper "I love you"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Birds singing in the sycamore tree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Dream a little dream of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Say "Night-ie night" and kiss me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Just hold me tight and tell me you'll miss me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;While I'm alone and blue as can be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Dream a little dream of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Stars fading but I linger on, dear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Still craving your kiss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;I'm longing to linger till dawn, dear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Just saying this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Sweet dreams till sunbeams find you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Sweet dreams that leave all worries behind you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;But in your dreams whatever they be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Dream a little dream of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;That's the song that was on my mind like... a yr back, during Andrew and Hazel's wedding at the Fullerton..*ooh* haha anyways it's a really sweet song that never fails to make me relaxed and at ease.. =) Please play that for my funeral.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Anyways.. J is darned addictive; you sooo can't get enough of him.. Haha met up with him at Sakae yest, feeling a lil tad nauseated.. thank god for Green Tea and J.. I did maths while he was having his sushi.. I really cannot function when he's around ya know? *sheesh* I know that my maths ain't THAT bad.. but he's like...as kel put it, A MATHS GURU!!! *bleah* xp There's a reason why he's been a maths tutor for like.. 4 yrs. The egoistic side of him even claimed that he was the best you could ever get! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;To J: It never hurts to be humble ya know..=p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;I then headed down to East Coast for seafood with the family for dinner..Couldn't stop thinking of J! And then it came. A sharp pang of chest pain hit me. It was a dull gripping pain in the middle of the chest that made breathing hurt. REAL BAD.I tried drinking tea before going to the toilet to adjust my tube top (maybe it was too tight?)...BUT NOTHING WORKED!!!! I panicked... thinking that it was a heart attack (The words "angina pectoris" kept flashing in my head.. hmmmm self-diagnostic feature of some sort? -.-) Then mommy asked me to take a walk.. and for 15 agonizing minutes, NOTHING HAPPENED. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Then, as abrupt as it had come, it left. I returned to my table and ate and drank loads of tea before the nice lady asked if i needed a glass of water as she could tell i was having a little bit of a problem.. =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;While walking back to the car, my dad suggested heading down to A&amp;E.. just to have a peace of mind. aI was like: "No need lar Daddy.. I'm fine! Besides, emergency charge is 80 bucks..No need..." He then told me that he was admitted into A&amp;E..THRICE. And it was then that they detected his cardiac problem.. *haiz* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Hmm.. come to think abt it, i actually recall looking up and telling god that if it was my time, not to take me away yet cos i had my life ahead of me... His reply? "NO MORE FATTY FOODS FOR YOU, YOUNG LADY!!!" *laughs* okies. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;**endofasuperlongpostinasuperlongtime.betallyouavidreadersouttheremissedit**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;To yanziFAN: Why would you be THAT interested in knowing my blogging activity anyways? I'm just a boringly plain ol' simple girl. *laughs* =o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Yuna &amp; Ivee: You guys are my best friends in Rosyth. I'd never lie! You BOTH are soooo much more prettier/attractive/babelicious than i could possibly be!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;ok, as usual, i'm off to mug before i wake J up at 12 later.. poor guy slept at 4+ *bish* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;To J: OI! No more sleeping past 2, you hear me? Remember: The good boy gets good food..... cookies,muffins...etc etc etc..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Babe signing out~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8672741-109919119037666998?l=bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/109919119037666998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8672741&amp;postID=109919119037666998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672741/posts/default/109919119037666998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672741/posts/default/109919119037666998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com/2004/10/close-call-brush-with-death.html' title='The close call; a brush with death.'/><author><name>Char</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8672741.post-109904592302088003</id><published>2004-10-29T18:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-29T03:32:03.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Supercalifraglisticaspialedocious</title><content type='html'>Yup.. Nothing can explain the way i feel. Haha I'm happy and totally wild!~ Woo~ Ewwwwwwwwwwwww someone PLEASE tell me i am not attractive! Why do i attract men who are like... 25 up??? See.. the thing is that Friendster requires a min. age of 18.. but i like being born in yr 1980... so well, i'm a 24 yr old.. why can't those people (MEN) see that? I'm irritated!! *grrrr*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, simply thinking of someone makes me happy and less agitated/irritated. *ow* my gastric. Yeah. I've not really been eating today! Which totally makes sense.. ha anyways.. He'd posted such a controversial post on his bloggie.. and i did the natural thing: REBUTT IT. I guess it'd always be a part of me.. the debator in me rarely shows.. sure enough, i am a geek in uni lar! But not many people know that it's just an act!!! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; i recall an incident where we were deciding whether or not to skip class (a totally boring one) and i just took my iPod and stood up, saying:" What are you waiting for? Want to go not? Then just go lar! Scared of what man?" While walking to Hougang Pt, Swee Mei was saying in chinese" Wah... I so didn't expect you to be that daring lei.. All the while i thought that you were only good in studies.." *muaha* was she soo wrong. Swee Mei, looks can be deceiving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okies. Time to mug. *ciao*!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babe signing out~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8672741-109904592302088003?l=bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/109904592302088003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8672741&amp;postID=109904592302088003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672741/posts/default/109904592302088003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672741/posts/default/109904592302088003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com/2004/10/supercalifraglisticaspialedocious_29.html' title='Supercalifraglisticaspialedocious'/><author><name>Char</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8672741.post-109896409671347196</id><published>2004-10-28T19:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-28T04:48:16.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tag pls!!=o)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Got a new flooble chatterbox. Please tag! =o)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;*off to mug*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8672741-109896409671347196?l=bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/109896409671347196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8672741&amp;postID=109896409671347196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672741/posts/default/109896409671347196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672741/posts/default/109896409671347196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com/2004/10/tag-plso.html' title='Tag pls!!=o)'/><author><name>Char</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8672741.post-109890812910174925</id><published>2004-10-28T04:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-27T13:15:29.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Insomniac</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I just don't get it. Why do thoughts of him resound in my head? I'm really THAT crazy bout him that i'm blogging at an odd time.. haha i just couldn't get to sleep after i didn't get to call him... I feel terrible! *note to self: call J as much as you can to avoid missing sleep over him!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8672741-109890812910174925?l=bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/109890812910174925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8672741&amp;postID=109890812910174925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672741/posts/default/109890812910174925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672741/posts/default/109890812910174925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com/2004/10/insomniac.html' title='Insomniac'/><author><name>Char</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8672741.post-109888719381365212</id><published>2004-10-27T07:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-27T07:26:33.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PTMD</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I'm suffering. My Princess Tofu lost an eye and part of her nose. I feel entirely responsible. I'm grieving and mourning the loss of my baby. Hmmmmmmm. *get over it* alright.. hmm i think i should really work hard for the Os. I really wanna enter JC. Cos i could get into uni ultimately.. (my dream) though i may not be able to enter the local uni, i JUST might actually be able to apply for admission into the overseas unis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;This leads to me thinking: Will I be able to live my life knowing that I may never return to the sunny island of S'pore and be satisfied with just living my own life elsewhere, never to see the familiar surroundings that I grew up in, with my family, friends and of course the one person I just might(make that a won't) never bear to let go. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;NAH! I'll sooo miss J! Haha... I'm missing him terribly but I feel worse abt the Tofu. Hmm.. i hope i get over it. Surprised him today. Walked him in. And he told me that he was 90% expecting me to turn up. His reaction gave off vibes which told me that he was just like.. oh. you're here. *sheesh* I felt pissed cos i soooo didn't feel appreciated! But he apologised.. so.. apology accepted, cookie mon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Time for me to march off to my table and study...Or else... I'll sooo get scolded by the fierce Mr. Tan!! I'm scared. *not in the suggestive sex role play way, of course.* J would so say.. You just had to say that right?? argghhhh! C:*laughs* Will end his day later.. just can't get him outta my head. I look forward to each time we talk on the phone, especially when i get to wake him up and end his day. Hmmmmmm...... i like him more and more each day =o)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Babe signing out~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8672741-109888719381365212?l=bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/109888719381365212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8672741&amp;postID=109888719381365212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672741/posts/default/109888719381365212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672741/posts/default/109888719381365212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com/2004/10/ptmd.html' title='PTMD'/><author><name>Char</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8672741.post-109871301792383838</id><published>2004-10-25T22:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-25T07:03:37.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm NUTS!</title><content type='html'>Whoo. Os are coming really soon. From now on, posts shall be summaries/overviews..no more time for personal insights. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways my MSN nick is currently..&lt;br /&gt;J&amp;C=&gt;Char is a happy gal..*whee*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each time I get reminded of J in any way at all, i feel a warm, tingly and fuzzy all over. Haha.. he knows that too, and agrees that we should not rsh into stuff lar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha i'm so madly in like with him man.&lt;br /&gt;He's so sweet and all.. I CAN'T HELP BUT FEEL THIS WAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!&lt;br /&gt;Be forewarned: I think that every entry from now would definitely include him as an integral part lar. DON'T PUKE FROM THE MUSHINESS K? haha *laughs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babe signing out~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8672741-109871301792383838?l=bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/109871301792383838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8672741&amp;postID=109871301792383838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672741/posts/default/109871301792383838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672741/posts/default/109871301792383838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com/2004/10/im-nuts.html' title='I&apos;m NUTS!'/><author><name>Char</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8672741.post-109854423882923676</id><published>2004-10-23T07:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-23T08:10:38.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey baby~</title><content type='html'>Haha it's kas' bdae tomorrow.. I can't wait!! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shopped with J at forum that dae.. and we were at Toys'R'Us for like..2 hours!! haha he's really cute.. haha and nice too. =) When we were having lunch, he just waited and watched me eat...(said that i looked cute when i was eating. SHEESH!) haha anyways my hands were sooo cold..... i couldn't even twirl the pasta with my fork! *EMBARRASSED LAUGH* then he wrapped his palms around my fingers to keep them warm.. *awwww* *Char melts* haha we got 2 pairs of matching stuff anyways, Mr. Tofu Oyako and Princess Tofu, and 2 Honda S-2000s (which happen to rock.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's my break between mugging. haha and someone is REALLLY REAALLLLY REALLLYYYYY badly missed..... haha *not saying who*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8672741-109854423882923676?l=bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/109854423882923676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8672741&amp;postID=109854423882923676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672741/posts/default/109854423882923676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672741/posts/default/109854423882923676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com/2004/10/hey-baby.html' title='Hey baby~'/><author><name>Char</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8672741.post-109791734828469588</id><published>2004-10-16T17:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-16T02:02:28.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i feel sooo pregnant</title><content type='html'>and we call adolescence the phase of raging hormones.&lt;br /&gt;How rightfully so... I felt like crap today man! I had back pain, painful heels, bloatedness,&lt;br /&gt;heartburn and nausea the whole day.. it feels real bad to be pregnant.. that's fer sure...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways i'm kinda in a blur. I should rush for the Os.. but i'm a procrastinator.&lt;br /&gt;WILL SOMEONE PLEASE PUSH ME OR GIVE ME A SLAP?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8672741-109791734828469588?l=bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/109791734828469588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8672741&amp;postID=109791734828469588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672741/posts/default/109791734828469588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672741/posts/default/109791734828469588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com/2004/10/i-feel-sooo-pregnant.html' title='i feel sooo pregnant'/><author><name>Char</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8672741.post-109773972905224135</id><published>2004-10-14T01:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-23T07:58:00.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the age of new discoveries</title><content type='html'>Did you know that maths is actualy very interesting? They have a number, called phi. It is a ratio and it's the world's most pretty number. Why so, you may ask. Well.. It's nature's proportion! The way the earth was made! It's like pi..it represents a certain no., 1.618.... It's soo cool. I know i sound like a maths geek.. but it totally rocks *)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8672741-109773972905224135?l=bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/109773972905224135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8672741&amp;postID=109773972905224135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672741/posts/default/109773972905224135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672741/posts/default/109773972905224135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com/2004/10/age-of-new-discoveries.html' title='the age of new discoveries'/><author><name>Char</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8672741.post-109773894648290952</id><published>2004-10-13T01:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-14T00:29:06.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm sad</title><content type='html'>i'm sad because the monster inc toy ran out of battery. I don't want to remove the packaging. The reason is because some things just don't change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8672741-109773894648290952?l=bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/109773894648290952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8672741&amp;postID=109773894648290952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672741/posts/default/109773894648290952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672741/posts/default/109773894648290952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com/2004/10/im-sad.html' title='i&apos;m sad'/><author><name>Char</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8672741.post-109749430970593200</id><published>2004-10-11T19:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-11T04:31:49.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CAVA BIEN! I'm herreeeee!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;yoohooooo *waves madly* ..I've shifted over heree!! Apparently my diaryx a/c is kinda limiting me to fewer layout options cos they don't really haf tagboards.. so yeahhhhhh haha i'm here now!! btw my old addy was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://giselle.diaryx.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;http://giselle.diaryx.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt; i guess i'd still be using it every now and then cos like.. it's THE one with simply giselle. and loads of cutie-pie (yet another new name  of mine *shamelessness overwhelms meeee* ) templates.. sigh Os are in 20 days.. what am i gonna do? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;MUG!!!! but i am not a gifted mugger...neither am i a really self-disciplined one. How do i put it? Hmm.. Charmaine Fong Jean Mei does not mug!!!! She absorbs in class and flips pages! *WOW* *ooh* haha not trying to flaunt my gifts from God (including the mysterious sign i received yest)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;i escaped from class again!!! *muahahahaha*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;*^*^*^*^*^*^*^* PROM NITE PROGRESS *^*^*^*^*^*^*^*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried on a &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;peach&lt;/span&gt; coloured Ananas Dress from Metro...(cost $109) apparently &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;i look good in it&lt;/span&gt;.. Quote: Fadinah said... "You look nice in it lah"......Then i thought about my less than satisfactory assets..."&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Boobs&lt;/span&gt;?!?!?! (sorry guys skip to the next para) Ok lar...Not bad.. But you should wear the maximizer bra.. then you can have &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;'dangerous curves'&lt;/span&gt;..." *Bursts into hyseterical laughter*.. haha the ad was like..clichéd AND dumb!! haha imagine a girl &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;flirting&lt;/span&gt;... with a &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;sexy&lt;/span&gt; bartender..... &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;BY SHOWING OFF HER BRA STRAP&lt;/span&gt;? I mean.. helloooo? How lame could that get...?Then the bartender flips the &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;olive&lt;/span&gt; into her cleavage...(?!?!?!?!?) with that, she takes it out, throws it into the martini.. and it actually &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;fizzles&lt;/span&gt;! (&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;ewwwwwww-ish&lt;/span&gt; effervescence) The &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;climax&lt;/span&gt;: The bartender gives a flirty smile.. (errrr...*diao*)[guys, if you sooo read the para, this proves the fact that men don't listen to instructions.=p]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;******Grad Ceremony********&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I'm sooo stoked. *shall not reveal any further details as to keep the suspense for all graduands*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Song in the head of babe truly for today:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;If I ain't got you - Alicia Keys (non Usher kel...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Some people live for the fortune&lt;br /&gt;Some people live just for the fame&lt;br /&gt;Some people live for the power, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Some people live just to play the game&lt;br /&gt;Some people think that the physical things define what’s within&lt;br /&gt;And I been there before but that life’s a bore, so full of the superficial&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;Some people want it all, but I don’t want nothing at all&lt;br /&gt;If it ain't you baby, if I ain't got you baby&lt;br /&gt;Some people want diamond rings, some just want everything&lt;br /&gt;But everything means nothing if I ain't got you, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Some people search for a fountain&lt;br /&gt;The promise is forever young&lt;br /&gt;(You know) Some people need three dozen roses&lt;br /&gt;And that’s the only way to prove you love them&lt;br /&gt;Hand me the world on a silver platter&lt;br /&gt;And what good would it be&lt;br /&gt;With no one to share with, no one who truly cares for me&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;Some people want it all, but I don’t want nothing at all&lt;br /&gt;If it ain't you baby, if I ain't got you baby&lt;br /&gt;Some people want diamond rings, some just want everything&lt;br /&gt;But everything means nothing if I ain't got you, you, you&lt;br /&gt;Some people want it all, but I don’t want nothing at all&lt;br /&gt;If it ain't you baby, if I ain't got you baby&lt;br /&gt;Some people want diamond rings, some just want everything&lt;br /&gt;But everything means nothing if I ain't got you, yeah&lt;br /&gt;If ain't got you with me baby, ohh, ooo&lt;br /&gt;Say nothing in this whole wide world don’t mean a thing&lt;br /&gt;If I ain't got you with me baby x2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Word of the day: Deindegerdee - Ho Kel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babe signing out~[111004]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8672741-109749430970593200?l=bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/109749430970593200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8672741&amp;postID=109749430970593200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672741/posts/default/109749430970593200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672741/posts/default/109749430970593200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedazzled-sizzle.blogspot.com/2004/10/cava-bien-im-herreeeee.html' title='CAVA BIEN! 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