<?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-5642312544033222396</id><updated>2011-07-08T17:23:24.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>holdyourheaduphighgorgeous</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holdyourheaduphighgorgeous.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642312544033222396/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holdyourheaduphighgorgeous.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>sashimii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16969822731100900018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3AQclHfuJIU/SjjjJU_RA9I/AAAAAAAAAhE/tII_j35Lips/S220/1148483~Golden-Retriever-Puppy-Sleeping-Between-Two-Young-Sandy-Lop-Rabbits-Posters.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>37</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5642312544033222396.post-4733508420237475638</id><published>2009-10-20T20:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T20:59:12.705+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm putting my heart back together</title><content type='html'>21st this year saw me in tears. Not what I had expected what it would be like. In fact, quite the opposite. Figured, there must be a reason why I hate birthdays. Anyways, over and done with. I'm hmmm, on my own now? Maybe this could work out, maybe it might. Perhaps it should have. Guess, everyone's tired. Have to have a reason for everything right? Amazing how nothing never ever goes well for me. So,  hey life, fuck you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5642312544033222396-4733508420237475638?l=holdyourheaduphighgorgeous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holdyourheaduphighgorgeous.blogspot.com/feeds/4733508420237475638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://holdyourheaduphighgorgeous.blogspot.com/2009/10/im-putting-my-heart-back-together.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642312544033222396/posts/default/4733508420237475638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642312544033222396/posts/default/4733508420237475638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holdyourheaduphighgorgeous.blogspot.com/2009/10/im-putting-my-heart-back-together.html' title='I&apos;m putting my heart back together'/><author><name>sashimii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16969822731100900018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3AQclHfuJIU/SjjjJU_RA9I/AAAAAAAAAhE/tII_j35Lips/S220/1148483~Golden-Retriever-Puppy-Sleeping-Between-Two-Young-Sandy-Lop-Rabbits-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5642312544033222396.post-8947384110454300189</id><published>2009-10-03T22:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T23:12:38.499+08:00</updated><title type='text'>D FOR DIE</title><content type='html'>One wrong decision can cause you to lose (almost) everything. So think wisely. One wrong choice can also put you in regret your whole damn life. Sick and tired of anticipating, waiting, begging (yea you jolly well know I fucking hate to do this so this is probably the last time I'm going to be doing this). So, if you think this is the life you want. Please don't blame me for starting to choose the type of selfish life that I want &amp;amp; the person I will eventually become in that process (I can assure you, that you WILL not like it cause every damn shit will be about me).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clearly, QUALITY OVER QUANTITY. Just make a mental note and don't keep taking for granted that I just because I don't do anything drastic doesn't mean I don't feel anything or that I'm happy and okay with it. I don't need fucking 24 hours from you. I just need 1 hour to make up that 24 hours. So if you still don't get it or if you still don't want to give a fuck about it or am too tired to keep trying then I suggest, find a poster girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, weekends used to be the only fucking days I actually LOOK FORWARD to and now I'm just dreading it cause I know I'll just be hanging around, doing things that I DON'T LIKE to do and I FUCKING HATE JUST HANGING AROUND JUST WAITING&lt;s&gt; DYING&lt;/s&gt; TO BE NOTICED. I don't think I'm being damn unreasonable, in fact (I KNOW AND YOU KNOW) that I can easily be one of the most rational people around and obviously speaking of relationship terms, girlfriend. I don't (already) expect you to keep me company for every single day. Omg, I'm not pissed I swear it's just annoying and getting irritating and of course not needed to say, disappointing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My god fuck it. Why the fuck do I always put myself in this shit where people just step all over me. One LAST chance, you better make good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5642312544033222396-8947384110454300189?l=holdyourheaduphighgorgeous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holdyourheaduphighgorgeous.blogspot.com/feeds/8947384110454300189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://holdyourheaduphighgorgeous.blogspot.com/2009/10/d-for-die.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642312544033222396/posts/default/8947384110454300189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642312544033222396/posts/default/8947384110454300189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holdyourheaduphighgorgeous.blogspot.com/2009/10/d-for-die.html' title='D FOR DIE'/><author><name>sashimii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16969822731100900018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3AQclHfuJIU/SjjjJU_RA9I/AAAAAAAAAhE/tII_j35Lips/S220/1148483~Golden-Retriever-Puppy-Sleeping-Between-Two-Young-Sandy-Lop-Rabbits-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5642312544033222396.post-258977498871787797</id><published>2009-10-02T18:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T18:38:42.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PWNZORZX</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3AQclHfuJIU/SsXVub2UWfI/AAAAAAAAAjw/bPVdHlf0l80/s1600-h/20090910-13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3AQclHfuJIU/SsXVub2UWfI/AAAAAAAAAjw/bPVdHlf0l80/s320/20090910-13.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387947522944948722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3AQclHfuJIU/SsXVt-KvirI/AAAAAAAAAjo/4V16DOO_0j4/s1600-h/20090716-13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3AQclHfuJIU/SsXVt-KvirI/AAAAAAAAAjo/4V16DOO_0j4/s320/20090716-13.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387947514977553074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg! I just realized it's been sooo long since I updated! I've got a secret weapon! (hehehehe) Will post pictures up soon! Going to get M something I think she will super like! Quite excited! :D Weekends will be spent doing up assignments! Need to jot down datelines! *reminder to self. I'm in love with Big Bang (all over again). Got my haul of shopping therapy done already. Damage quite terrible! Oops! Wire it over to Daddy~ :D On a serious note, I think that being overly sociable will do damage to your personality. Long term meaning, you probably will be someone that people expect you to be rather then yourself. Quite contented with how things are now. Family, friends, B and me. Ahh! So broke, so many B'days this month! AWESOME. SkinFood, MyBeautyDiary, Faceshop, GEO, DUEBA, F21.. I'm still piling. I miss M! ENNNNNMMMM! (I MISS YOU OKAY). I want the 9700 BB NAOOOO. Gadget girl, in a super big gadget world. Mummy wants to go Korea in Dec. I'm hoping to go next year instead. Oh, btw next year's CNY will be on 14th Feb!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people should learn to shut up and self reflect instead of making a fool out of themselves :D Do work on yourself pretty please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5642312544033222396-258977498871787797?l=holdyourheaduphighgorgeous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holdyourheaduphighgorgeous.blogspot.com/feeds/258977498871787797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://holdyourheaduphighgorgeous.blogspot.com/2009/10/pwnzorzx.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642312544033222396/posts/default/258977498871787797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642312544033222396/posts/default/258977498871787797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holdyourheaduphighgorgeous.blogspot.com/2009/10/pwnzorzx.html' title='PWNZORZX'/><author><name>sashimii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16969822731100900018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3AQclHfuJIU/SjjjJU_RA9I/AAAAAAAAAhE/tII_j35Lips/S220/1148483~Golden-Retriever-Puppy-Sleeping-Between-Two-Young-Sandy-Lop-Rabbits-Posters.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3AQclHfuJIU/SsXVub2UWfI/AAAAAAAAAjw/bPVdHlf0l80/s72-c/20090910-13.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5642312544033222396.post-6528938823555863571</id><published>2009-09-13T21:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T21:59:40.514+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SkinFood</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v477/scarletears/?action=view&amp;amp;current=6a0100a802022f000e011016c6dd26860d.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v477/scarletears/6a0100a802022f000e011016c6dd26860d.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v477/scarletears/?action=view&amp;amp;current=6a0100a802022f000e0110168c14fd860c.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v477/scarletears/6a0100a802022f000e0110168c14fd860c.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v477/scarletears/?action=view&amp;current=6a0100a802022f000e011018078aad860e.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v477/scarletears/6a0100a802022f000e011018078aad860e.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy shit. GD's little wrinkly friend a.k.a GH is damn fucking cute. Ahhhhh~ How adorable! :D Anyways! I finished episodes of Supernatural, Vampire Diaries anddddddd... I'm starting onto dollhouse. Surprisingly, I found it quite alright despite the critiques. Weee! I've got my skinfood stuff too! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5642312544033222396-6528938823555863571?l=holdyourheaduphighgorgeous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holdyourheaduphighgorgeous.blogspot.com/feeds/6528938823555863571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://holdyourheaduphighgorgeous.blogspot.com/2009/09/holy-shit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642312544033222396/posts/default/6528938823555863571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642312544033222396/posts/default/6528938823555863571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holdyourheaduphighgorgeous.blogspot.com/2009/09/holy-shit.html' title='SkinFood'/><author><name>sashimii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16969822731100900018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3AQclHfuJIU/SjjjJU_RA9I/AAAAAAAAAhE/tII_j35Lips/S220/1148483~Golden-Retriever-Puppy-Sleeping-Between-Two-Young-Sandy-Lop-Rabbits-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5642312544033222396.post-5852445258915870357</id><published>2009-09-12T15:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T16:18:11.462+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3AQclHfuJIU/SqtYiCtYSNI/AAAAAAAAAjY/cPNAYLiEMRE/s1600-h/_by_my_bed_by_fragilesimplicity.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 345px; height: 345px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3AQclHfuJIU/SqtYiCtYSNI/AAAAAAAAAjY/cPNAYLiEMRE/s320/_by_my_bed_by_fragilesimplicity.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380491521690192082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I had quite the sickest of dreams last night :O Anyways! B brought me to his own definition of surprise by making a reservation at House (that was until on the way there he asked me which turn to exit to -_-). Exchanged loads of hugs (&amp;amp; gasps) with my lovelies there &amp;amp; congratulated the promoted! So, I'm happy &amp;amp; rich now thanks to Mama Ben! :) Today is school day for B &amp;amp; me.. otherwise he's in school and I'm camping at home. I've got my Supernatural SE1EP1 IN HD ALREADY. Beg me for a copy together with subs :D  &amp;amp; Vampire Diaries too! I need a better printer.. like a small cute portable one where I can bling it up since I'm always on LMS trying to find my tutorial notes. Had a little therapeutic talk with D online yesterday.. &amp;amp; quite a lot came out from it. Damn! YOU, yes you. I know you read this space so if you do or should I say when you see this, I hope this hit home &amp;amp; though I would love to tell this to you straight into your face but well, I'm nice and we won't want you to turn blue. I know about all the shit that happened in your secondary school all the way till now. I know also about all the reasons why your "friendships" &amp;amp; relationships don't last. I know also about all the shit that so many damn people have been telling me to keep the fuck away from you and now, since WE all know (or concluded) how 3 headed you are (&amp;amp; I'm impressed by how you keep up with the act and the switching of 'heads'.. really don't you get tired?), well.. lets say can't wait for karma to get to you. I'm done with this shit officially. Damn awesome. Just when I thought it was over, I had the last laugh. &amp;amp; who knew that guys can be so damn bitchy too! Heh. Anyways, big shout out to well, those who know.. straight/crooked/babes/hunk.. &lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;♥s! &amp;amp; to those who are absolutely dying to say "I told you so!" (LOL), yes yes I probably deserve this and yes thank you for the support. I need to make a reminder to self to stick to gut feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My classes have more or less been settled cept for the overload. 2 days a week, long weekend! What more to ask for? I love my Pops &amp;amp; Mom. They're like the cutest loving couple in the whole world.. (2nd would be B's parents since I love them all the same) &amp;amp; when I look back.. I'm grateful to have B's parents in my life too. Constantly nagging to care for me and him, buying stuff for us, bringing us out to freaking expensive dinners (I'm not complaining, really :D) and so on! I'm going to do up B's room soon! Will head down to Ikea to see what we can come up with.. and since I'm not the driver (hehehehehe) we shall see when's free day. On a side note, Mummy dearest is more excited about my 21st then I am -_-" &amp;amp; I'm refusing to give her the go ahead to plan cuz it will land a hole in my Pop's pocket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; to B. Sorry I haven't been the greatest or the easiest person to be with (yes this line again.. but maybe cuz I'm pmsing) these few days, so do bear with me for awhile. Thanks still for the constant hugs and kisses.. (good food) and yeah your stupid tantrums.. &amp;amp; probably I'll make it up to you in Korea! - that's if we start to plan things early nowww ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5642312544033222396-5852445258915870357?l=holdyourheaduphighgorgeous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holdyourheaduphighgorgeous.blogspot.com/feeds/5852445258915870357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://holdyourheaduphighgorgeous.blogspot.com/2009/09/dream-girl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642312544033222396/posts/default/5852445258915870357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642312544033222396/posts/default/5852445258915870357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holdyourheaduphighgorgeous.blogspot.com/2009/09/dream-girl.html' title='Dream Girl'/><author><name>sashimii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16969822731100900018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3AQclHfuJIU/SjjjJU_RA9I/AAAAAAAAAhE/tII_j35Lips/S220/1148483~Golden-Retriever-Puppy-Sleeping-Between-Two-Young-Sandy-Lop-Rabbits-Posters.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3AQclHfuJIU/SqtYiCtYSNI/AAAAAAAAAjY/cPNAYLiEMRE/s72-c/_by_my_bed_by_fragilesimplicity.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5642312544033222396.post-9189017474579303137</id><published>2009-09-11T18:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T18:30:03.851+08:00</updated><title type='text'>doodle-dee</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3AQclHfuJIU/Sqol0h1QrfI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/i3h1UUZhWkE/s1600-h/DSC_0004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 372px; height: 278px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3AQclHfuJIU/Sqol0h1QrfI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/i3h1UUZhWkE/s320/DSC_0004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380154289212665330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm secretly hoping my lecturer would walk by and see what I wrote on my notes today. Shit, I so badly wanna see the look on her face :( Ahhhhhhhh :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5642312544033222396-9189017474579303137?l=holdyourheaduphighgorgeous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holdyourheaduphighgorgeous.blogspot.com/feeds/9189017474579303137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://holdyourheaduphighgorgeous.blogspot.com/2009/09/doodle-dee.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642312544033222396/posts/default/9189017474579303137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642312544033222396/posts/default/9189017474579303137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holdyourheaduphighgorgeous.blogspot.com/2009/09/doodle-dee.html' title='doodle-dee'/><author><name>sashimii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16969822731100900018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3AQclHfuJIU/SjjjJU_RA9I/AAAAAAAAAhE/tII_j35Lips/S220/1148483~Golden-Retriever-Puppy-Sleeping-Between-Two-Young-Sandy-Lop-Rabbits-Posters.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3AQclHfuJIU/Sqol0h1QrfI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/i3h1UUZhWkE/s72-c/DSC_0004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5642312544033222396.post-6744067957719995051</id><published>2009-09-10T23:18:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T02:22:20.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ouch</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3AQclHfuJIU/Sqk4EvcBKCI/AAAAAAAAAjI/3-TNYWe6HvY/s1600-h/Rebel_by_meppol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3AQclHfuJIU/Sqk4EvcBKCI/AAAAAAAAAjI/3-TNYWe6HvY/s320/Rebel_by_meppol.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379892883975383074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;School just barely started and it's already is getting more superficial (REALLY). Either that or my classes are getting more superficial OR I'm getting more down to earth. Either way neither does good. I just handed in my overload form and if I'm granted I'm going to be taking 4 mods this semester then get the fuck out of this shit hole. Making friends is getting more taxing. You can barely, (ever) find anyone that truly just want you for your company &amp;amp; be totally honest with you. I like honest people. I mean if you think I'm a fucked up asshole crazy bitch just say it to my face and not twit behind my back. Yeah, that sorta straightness, kept an almost 10year friendship going. I'm happy with that. I mean I can take shit. I can afford to say sorry, apologize and fucking mean it (that's if it's my fault) and I can take people dishing stuff onto  me. I'm the kind that will admit, forgive and move on. So, if you can't take the way I do things, it pretty much says a bit about yourself. I'm already planning my fucking studying week. People change I guess. I promised G I will for the better.. explains why I'm starting from this semester. So far it's been okay. I saw a picture when I was hanging about on the phone on Wed. It was a moving picture of 4 people I know. &amp;amp; I, could see them killing each other with a smile on each of their faces. Scary how backstabbing works. Seriously, tsk. On a side note. I'm happy with my campaign class !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm however, sick and tired of explaining myself and trying to keep begging to be understood. You can either keep me well or lose me forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5642312544033222396-6744067957719995051?l=holdyourheaduphighgorgeous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holdyourheaduphighgorgeous.blogspot.com/feeds/6744067957719995051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://holdyourheaduphighgorgeous.blogspot.com/2009/09/ouch.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642312544033222396/posts/default/6744067957719995051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642312544033222396/posts/default/6744067957719995051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holdyourheaduphighgorgeous.blogspot.com/2009/09/ouch.html' title='Ouch'/><author><name>sashimii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16969822731100900018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3AQclHfuJIU/SjjjJU_RA9I/AAAAAAAAAhE/tII_j35Lips/S220/1148483~Golden-Retriever-Puppy-Sleeping-Between-Two-Young-Sandy-Lop-Rabbits-Posters.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3AQclHfuJIU/Sqk4EvcBKCI/AAAAAAAAAjI/3-TNYWe6HvY/s72-c/Rebel_by_meppol.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5642312544033222396.post-7469462398521005603</id><published>2009-09-08T00:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T00:02:17.627+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yolks</title><content type='html'>I feel miserable. I want a book to read :( curl up in bed and just read the world away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5642312544033222396-7469462398521005603?l=holdyourheaduphighgorgeous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holdyourheaduphighgorgeous.blogspot.com/feeds/7469462398521005603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://holdyourheaduphighgorgeous.blogspot.com/2009/09/yolks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642312544033222396/posts/default/7469462398521005603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642312544033222396/posts/default/7469462398521005603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holdyourheaduphighgorgeous.blogspot.com/2009/09/yolks.html' title='yolks'/><author><name>sashimii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16969822731100900018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3AQclHfuJIU/SjjjJU_RA9I/AAAAAAAAAhE/tII_j35Lips/S220/1148483~Golden-Retriever-Puppy-Sleeping-Between-Two-Young-Sandy-Lop-Rabbits-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5642312544033222396.post-5236306710271231172</id><published>2009-09-06T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T23:30:30.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shake</title><content type='html'>Holy crap DJ KOO is fucking awesome! *kisses School's starting soon :( I have not had enough play :( Went to visit G. I still miss him. Thank God I passed IMC, could say it was luck or blessings. Updates on FB.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5642312544033222396-5236306710271231172?l=holdyourheaduphighgorgeous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holdyourheaduphighgorgeous.blogspot.com/feeds/5236306710271231172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://holdyourheaduphighgorgeous.blogspot.com/2009/09/shake.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642312544033222396/posts/default/5236306710271231172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642312544033222396/posts/default/5236306710271231172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holdyourheaduphighgorgeous.blogspot.com/2009/09/shake.html' title='Shake'/><author><name>sashimii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16969822731100900018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3AQclHfuJIU/SjjjJU_RA9I/AAAAAAAAAhE/tII_j35Lips/S220/1148483~Golden-Retriever-Puppy-Sleeping-Between-Two-Young-Sandy-Lop-Rabbits-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5642312544033222396.post-5212541130167478729</id><published>2009-08-27T23:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T23:59:46.538+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3years</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;3 years of ♥ ; 4 years of friendship; 36 months of terror and joy, 1096 days of you and me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 3rd Anniversary, ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5642312544033222396-5212541130167478729?l=holdyourheaduphighgorgeous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holdyourheaduphighgorgeous.blogspot.com/feeds/5212541130167478729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://holdyourheaduphighgorgeous.blogspot.com/2009/08/3years.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642312544033222396/posts/default/5212541130167478729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642312544033222396/posts/default/5212541130167478729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holdyourheaduphighgorgeous.blogspot.com/2009/08/3years.html' title='3years'/><author><name>sashimii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16969822731100900018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3AQclHfuJIU/SjjjJU_RA9I/AAAAAAAAAhE/tII_j35Lips/S220/1148483~Golden-Retriever-Puppy-Sleeping-Between-Two-Young-Sandy-Lop-Rabbits-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5642312544033222396.post-1644585045058659169</id><published>2009-08-18T23:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T23:37:21.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is room is bored of rehearsal, and sick of boundaries.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://x81.xanga.com/904e671731131218176404/z151426170.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 259px;" src="http://x81.xanga.com/904e671731131218176404/z151426170.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the acceptance speech. The end of anger and denial. I accept that you and I will never be the same again. That while those days will live in my mind forever, they’re over. I hate it. But I accept it. And I’m moving on now. There will come a time in your life when you become absolutely infatuated with a single soul. for this person, you'd do anything for and not think twice about it, but when asked why...you have no answer. You'll try your whole life to understand how a single person can affect you as much as they do, but you'll never truly find out. And no matter how badly it hurts or how badly you hate it, you'll love this person for the rest of your life without regret. If I could explain love in one word, it would have to be trust. Trust that he doesn't cheat on you, trust that he doesn't lie to you, trust that he really likes you, trust that he will always be there for you, trust that he can go to a party and not get high or drunk, trust that you don't have to worry about him breaking up with you the second you wake up, trust that he will stick up for you, trust that he will never fall in love with another girl, trust that he won't get sick of you, and trust that he wants you like you want him. Take chances, a lot of them. Because honestly, no matter where you end up and with who, it always ends up the way it should be. Your mistakes make you who you are. You learn and grow with each choice you make. Everything is worth it. Say how you feel. Always be you, and be okay with it. No matter what you think about the situation, things always work out how they're supposed to. Sing me a song, tell me about the things you're dealing with lately. Give me a reason to stay with you, just let me know. So I waited patiently as long as I could, fought so hard for a boy that I loved. But who later turned out to be someone I hardly knew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little girl, don't be so blue. I know what you're going through. Don't let it beat you up. Hitting walls and getting scars, only makes you who you are. No matter how much your heart is aching, there is beauty in the breaking. They were in love. You could tell just by the way they looked at each other, like they had the most wonderful secret in the world between them. There is an inner beauty about a woman who believes in herself, who knows she is capable of anything that she puts her mind to. There is a beauty in the strength &amp;amp; determination of a woman who follows her own path, who is not thrown off by obstacles along the way. There is a beauty about a woman whose confidence comes from experiences; who knows she can fall, pick herself up, and move on. No matter what, once in your life, someone will hurt you. that someone will take all that you are, and rip it into pieces and they won't even watch where the pieces land. But through the breakdown, you'll learn something about yourself, learn that you're strong. And no matter how hard they destroy you, that you can conquer anyone. Because it's funny how the people who hurt you the most are always the ones who said they would never hurt you .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5642312544033222396-1644585045058659169?l=holdyourheaduphighgorgeous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holdyourheaduphighgorgeous.blogspot.com/feeds/1644585045058659169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://holdyourheaduphighgorgeous.blogspot.com/2009/08/this-is-room-is-bored-of-rehearsal-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642312544033222396/posts/default/1644585045058659169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642312544033222396/posts/default/1644585045058659169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holdyourheaduphighgorgeous.blogspot.com/2009/08/this-is-room-is-bored-of-rehearsal-and.html' title='This is room is bored of rehearsal, and sick of boundaries.'/><author><name>sashimii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16969822731100900018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3AQclHfuJIU/SjjjJU_RA9I/AAAAAAAAAhE/tII_j35Lips/S220/1148483~Golden-Retriever-Puppy-Sleeping-Between-Two-Young-Sandy-Lop-Rabbits-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5642312544033222396.post-4497983125241315278</id><published>2009-08-17T08:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T08:56:34.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>21sts &amp; BBQS</title><content type='html'>This week was the ultimate binge week. Check out the amount of food the whole group of us chomped out.  My tummy's feeling weird and I'm having the gonna-puke-but-can't-seem-to-puke gut feeling. I keep having to keep my bile down and it's getting a little disturbing. I've finally got my IMC notes sorted out, it's time for practice :( I'm a depressed bean. I have no school holidays and all my free time now is spent on studying. Oh how nao brown cow. I like the toast at the Hongkong Cafe. Hmms, also... I like dessert bowl's waffles and mango heaven. That's my happy place now. I'm going to bring my pile of marketing stash there to camp out. J's 21st was amazing. Good catching up and well.. good food (again) and good fun. Tummy's still feeling weird. I've finished Bones and I'm feeling terribly unsatisfied. Season 5 is premiering in September together with Supernatural, True Blood, The Vampire Diaries. &amp;amp; I'm stuck with Ghost Whisperer again. It actually would be nice if it wasn't too draggy. I'm actually paying more attention to Jen Garner's boobs then the storyline itself. The L word was good till it got a little too.. queer. I miss Shane, she's the sex. Safy has a new toy. It's a ball of fur called Safphirreeee :D awesomely cute and a potential terror. My tummy still feels terrible. I'm about to ring up random people to complain/whine to :( HoN is nice but the graphics has to be smooth or I'll get vomitish. B's been a angel and an ass. I'm randomly talking about stuff. I think it's due to me not sleeping since yesterday and all the thought's that's been randomly running through my head. My shrink thinks I'm depressed. I think I'm like Fisher. A genius with dark humor.. &amp;amp; depressive enough yet logically understandable and amusing.. to throw in a bonus, cute too. I get lost in my own thoughts.. I tend to link myself with fictional characters. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5642312544033222396-4497983125241315278?l=holdyourheaduphighgorgeous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holdyourheaduphighgorgeous.blogspot.com/feeds/4497983125241315278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://holdyourheaduphighgorgeous.blogspot.com/2009/08/21sts-bbqs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642312544033222396/posts/default/4497983125241315278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642312544033222396/posts/default/4497983125241315278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holdyourheaduphighgorgeous.blogspot.com/2009/08/21sts-bbqs.html' title='21sts &amp; BBQS'/><author><name>sashimii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16969822731100900018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3AQclHfuJIU/SjjjJU_RA9I/AAAAAAAAAhE/tII_j35Lips/S220/1148483~Golden-Retriever-Puppy-Sleeping-Between-Two-Young-Sandy-Lop-Rabbits-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5642312544033222396.post-2501895654099065366</id><published>2009-08-13T10:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T10:33:21.705+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Project Nip/Tuck</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3AQclHfuJIU/SoN7SKUsCxI/AAAAAAAAAi4/hxiOt2_RmtI/s1600-h/UjvfVmsRYm08m074Ns3hO3eGo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 263px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3AQclHfuJIU/SoN7SKUsCxI/AAAAAAAAAi4/hxiOt2_RmtI/s320/UjvfVmsRYm08m074Ns3hO3eGo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369270732694752018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This song is meant to keep you from what you're supposed to do. Like waking up early, maybe we could sleep in, I'll make you banana pancakes. Pretend like it's the weekend now, and we could pretend it all the time. It seems like just yesterday. when we would stay up late talking about where we've been and all the places we're going. We would lose track of time watching cars pass us by and I would sneak back home before the sunrise. If I have to wake up one more time, without you and these ugly red eyes. I hate the bright blue sky, to greet me in the morning, rather than your arms. How come? How could you do this? You're so goddamn gorgeous. You're so goddamn selfish. I love you to pieces. So, I'm dying I'm tired of crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no matter what you do to me, I'm still here. For some odd reason, I stick around and put up with all your mood swings and unkind words. I just let your comments roll off me into a puddle on the floor. I make up excuses on why you didn't call, try to think of all the answers. I keep going back for more even though sometimes you push me away. I don't know if I can do better, but do I really want to? You're quick to push me down when all I want is to be brought up. When I walk out for good, when I really gain the strength I need then maybe you will see. Maybe you can look back and say, "Wow that girl really did love me."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5642312544033222396-2501895654099065366?l=holdyourheaduphighgorgeous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holdyourheaduphighgorgeous.blogspot.com/feeds/2501895654099065366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://holdyourheaduphighgorgeous.blogspot.com/2009/08/project-niptuck.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642312544033222396/posts/default/2501895654099065366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642312544033222396/posts/default/2501895654099065366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holdyourheaduphighgorgeous.blogspot.com/2009/08/project-niptuck.html' title='Project Nip/Tuck'/><author><name>sashimii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16969822731100900018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3AQclHfuJIU/SjjjJU_RA9I/AAAAAAAAAhE/tII_j35Lips/S220/1148483~Golden-Retriever-Puppy-Sleeping-Between-Two-Young-Sandy-Lop-Rabbits-Posters.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3AQclHfuJIU/SoN7SKUsCxI/AAAAAAAAAi4/hxiOt2_RmtI/s72-c/UjvfVmsRYm08m074Ns3hO3eGo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5642312544033222396.post-6882284076486048489</id><published>2009-08-07T20:12:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T01:11:19.038+08:00</updated><title type='text'>communication research</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v477/scarletears/groove.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm dying from CR overdose. The theories and definitions are killing me. I need a self reminder that, DotA isn't going to pay my bills, buy me my bm6 or my dream house. Seriously, this stupid mod is so damn dry it's for squints. I wanna be more like Bones, she's so superwoman. B is so fucking disgusting. He thinks cleaning his snot on my sleeve is a very affectionate way of saying, "Isn't this why you love me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After tmr, there's still the 22nd. Seriously.. grow a penis and fuck your self.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5642312544033222396-6882284076486048489?l=holdyourheaduphighgorgeous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holdyourheaduphighgorgeous.blogspot.com/feeds/6882284076486048489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://holdyourheaduphighgorgeous.blogspot.com/2009/08/communication-research.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642312544033222396/posts/default/6882284076486048489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642312544033222396/posts/default/6882284076486048489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holdyourheaduphighgorgeous.blogspot.com/2009/08/communication-research.html' title='communication research'/><author><name>sashimii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16969822731100900018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3AQclHfuJIU/SjjjJU_RA9I/AAAAAAAAAhE/tII_j35Lips/S220/1148483~Golden-Retriever-Puppy-Sleeping-Between-Two-Young-Sandy-Lop-Rabbits-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5642312544033222396.post-3546926759645850925</id><published>2009-08-06T02:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T02:49:28.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>but you've had your chance so say goodbye</title><content type='html'>Seriously, just because I'm nice (usually too nice) most of the time, does not mean that I do not have a fucking temper. I do have a fucking limit so don't fucking push it. &amp;amp; fucking keep this in mind because I fucking hell mean everything of this. &amp;amp; this time, you pushed your luck just a little way too damn motherfucking far.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5642312544033222396-3546926759645850925?l=holdyourheaduphighgorgeous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holdyourheaduphighgorgeous.blogspot.com/feeds/3546926759645850925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://holdyourheaduphighgorgeous.blogspot.com/2009/08/we.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642312544033222396/posts/default/3546926759645850925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642312544033222396/posts/default/3546926759645850925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holdyourheaduphighgorgeous.blogspot.com/2009/08/we.html' title='but you&apos;ve had your chance so say goodbye'/><author><name>sashimii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16969822731100900018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3AQclHfuJIU/SjjjJU_RA9I/AAAAAAAAAhE/tII_j35Lips/S220/1148483~Golden-Retriever-Puppy-Sleeping-Between-Two-Young-Sandy-Lop-Rabbits-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5642312544033222396.post-6857476028070397930</id><published>2009-08-01T23:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T00:18:13.349+08:00</updated><title type='text'>remains</title><content type='html'>It was quite a blow to the gut when I saw what you wrote. I'm not blaming, we both know I'm at fault. Just that, I really thought things were okay between us and suddenly I come across this. Guess I'm really bad at people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5642312544033222396-6857476028070397930?l=holdyourheaduphighgorgeous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holdyourheaduphighgorgeous.blogspot.com/feeds/6857476028070397930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://holdyourheaduphighgorgeous.blogspot.com/2009/08/remains.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642312544033222396/posts/default/6857476028070397930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642312544033222396/posts/default/6857476028070397930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holdyourheaduphighgorgeous.blogspot.com/2009/08/remains.html' title='remains'/><author><name>sashimii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16969822731100900018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3AQclHfuJIU/SjjjJU_RA9I/AAAAAAAAAhE/tII_j35Lips/S220/1148483~Golden-Retriever-Puppy-Sleeping-Between-Two-Young-Sandy-Lop-Rabbits-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5642312544033222396.post-169535374428917926</id><published>2009-07-31T02:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T03:11:14.348+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Putt putt</title><content type='html'>Sorry for the lack of updates! I've been really busy. Assignments just got done today and exams are on starting next Monday. I have a pile of fur lying on my feet and I'm staring at my comms notes. Met up with M to have good food, then met up with B and Pat and Kah at the desert bowl. Oh sugar. Supposed to be meeting up with a pretty much load of people this month... Cheryl, Michelle, Koko.. and a few others. I'm drowning in work. I kinda miss &lt;em&gt;maitre&lt;/em&gt; ding. Mummy's been asking me what I wanna do for 21st. I can't make up my mind. AND I can't wait for school to be out. On a good note, my F21 loot is here. 2/4th batch that is. I NEED MORE MONEY. &amp;amp; I need to study, actually what I need is to remember all the shit that my lecturer said was important but that is highly impossible knowing the kind of memory that I have. I wanna work in a bank.. I don't want to be in F&amp;amp;B or a &lt;em&gt;maitre&lt;/em&gt; d my whole life.. or just a gamer. Kinda scares me because it's all so short term and I'm looking for something that will make me wanna stay on, make relations with the people I work with, wake up at 6am, catch the tube with the morning rush, go the extra mile &amp;amp;  make me happy. I want to afford my own apartment,  my very first own BMW6 series, bring my parents around the world, make my G proud of me, have a glamourous affair.. &amp;amp; if I have kids, I would love to pamper them to bits. My mum says, I don't need a job, she says I need a credit card with unlimited credits. I need, to work hard, get my damn paper, go out and work it all out. Sometimes I just think I'm more suited for a single/lonely kinda life. I have difficulty coping with change, I hate being around people for too long (wonders why I'm majoring in PR), I hate being overly friendly and fake, I am really bad at being someone I'm not, or rather the person that people expect me to be. I'm thinking of interning at my workplace. I shall go ask Ben about it when I get back to work. Till then, drown in books and notes. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&amp;amp; Oh, I &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; you B, thanks for being my pillar of strength, thanks for being there..being you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Sorry Sorry Sorry Sorry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; 내가 내가 내가 먼저&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; 네게 네게 네게 빠져&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; 빠져 빠져 버려 baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; Shawty Shawty Shawty Shawty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; 눈이 부셔 부셔 부셔&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; 숨이 막혀 막혀 막혀&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; 내가 미쳐 미쳐 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5642312544033222396-169535374428917926?l=holdyourheaduphighgorgeous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holdyourheaduphighgorgeous.blogspot.com/feeds/169535374428917926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://holdyourheaduphighgorgeous.blogspot.com/2009/07/putt-putt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642312544033222396/posts/default/169535374428917926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642312544033222396/posts/default/169535374428917926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holdyourheaduphighgorgeous.blogspot.com/2009/07/putt-putt.html' title='Putt putt'/><author><name>sashimii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16969822731100900018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3AQclHfuJIU/SjjjJU_RA9I/AAAAAAAAAhE/tII_j35Lips/S220/1148483~Golden-Retriever-Puppy-Sleeping-Between-Two-Young-Sandy-Lop-Rabbits-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5642312544033222396.post-6901518547986233695</id><published>2009-07-20T10:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T10:43:46.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekends</title><content type='html'>The weekends saw me being overworked on my two feet :( They still hurt and I am dreading this entire week. I think I need 48 hours a day. I'm on a shopping binge now.. Got 2 lenses to try &amp;amp; some other (other) stuff. Yeah talking about shopping, I'm pretty upset about my 'sprees'. First off, they are not even sprees, FYI I am not mass ordering neither am I getting anything fucking beneficial back from it (note: handling charges/postage whatever other shit) PLUS I still have to pay on behalf first for it. I'm just merely doing a favour so that you guys can get the stuff you want at a lower shipping rate &amp;amp; the reason why it took so damn long was because I was down with H1N1 and I have a lot of school work to clear so I don't have the time to compile all your orders until now. SO PLEASE FFS, don't act like I OWE YOU ONE okay? Just back off a little and it's be cool. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;This is not to anyone in particular.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking a break from work starting end July so I have study time for my exams. I've many papers and exams to work on. I've still got some other stuff to touch on so.. maybe it's more then what I can take. Ah. I'm so flaked SO flaked.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5642312544033222396-6901518547986233695?l=holdyourheaduphighgorgeous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holdyourheaduphighgorgeous.blogspot.com/feeds/6901518547986233695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://holdyourheaduphighgorgeous.blogspot.com/2009/07/weekends.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642312544033222396/posts/default/6901518547986233695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642312544033222396/posts/default/6901518547986233695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holdyourheaduphighgorgeous.blogspot.com/2009/07/weekends.html' title='Weekends'/><author><name>sashimii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16969822731100900018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3AQclHfuJIU/SjjjJU_RA9I/AAAAAAAAAhE/tII_j35Lips/S220/1148483~Golden-Retriever-Puppy-Sleeping-Between-Two-Young-Sandy-Lop-Rabbits-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5642312544033222396.post-6515433301406687772</id><published>2009-07-16T00:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T10:45:47.332+08:00</updated><title type='text'>!@#$%^&amp;*</title><content type='html'>I need to be more responsible. I really do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5642312544033222396-6515433301406687772?l=holdyourheaduphighgorgeous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holdyourheaduphighgorgeous.blogspot.com/feeds/6515433301406687772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://holdyourheaduphighgorgeous.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-need-to-be-more-responsible.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642312544033222396/posts/default/6515433301406687772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642312544033222396/posts/default/6515433301406687772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holdyourheaduphighgorgeous.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-need-to-be-more-responsible.html' title='!@#$%^&amp;*'/><author><name>sashimii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16969822731100900018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3AQclHfuJIU/SjjjJU_RA9I/AAAAAAAAAhE/tII_j35Lips/S220/1148483~Golden-Retriever-Puppy-Sleeping-Between-Two-Young-Sandy-Lop-Rabbits-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5642312544033222396.post-573296755022402653</id><published>2009-07-15T15:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T10:44:41.954+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-RANdoM</title><content type='html'>I'm lazing on B's lap &amp;amp; watching Prison Break. Went to Wine Bar with Belle &amp;amp; Min! Oh the wine was good! Sweet! :) Working full day this week... I wanna go Wine Bar again :( Will bring B there once I hit pay! :) I bought MAC's primer I think it's good. Shall head down to get their powder/concealer too soon! Work's piling up, isn't looking too good, got to finish my marketing paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; Jaynana! If you see this I'm sorry! Talk to you on msn TMI here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed to B's house to surprise him with his fav Mac meal. Met Belle and her beau then she droppped me off. I've fantasy on my nails now! It's so damn pretty! Ahhh.. I wanna go to Wine Bar. I wanna go to Wine Bar. I wanna go to Wine Bar. I wanna go to Wine Bar NOW.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5642312544033222396-573296755022402653?l=holdyourheaduphighgorgeous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holdyourheaduphighgorgeous.blogspot.com/feeds/573296755022402653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://holdyourheaduphighgorgeous.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-lazing-on-bs-lap-watching-prison.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642312544033222396/posts/default/573296755022402653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642312544033222396/posts/default/573296755022402653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holdyourheaduphighgorgeous.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-lazing-on-bs-lap-watching-prison.html' title='-RANdoM'/><author><name>sashimii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16969822731100900018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3AQclHfuJIU/SjjjJU_RA9I/AAAAAAAAAhE/tII_j35Lips/S220/1148483~Golden-Retriever-Puppy-Sleeping-Between-Two-Young-Sandy-Lop-Rabbits-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5642312544033222396.post-751927748108464629</id><published>2009-07-12T14:19:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T14:28:49.218+08:00</updated><title type='text'>matte</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3AQclHfuJIU/SlmBZVc_4bI/AAAAAAAAAiw/uLuDcewLzH8/s1600-h/limesparkle3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 237px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3AQclHfuJIU/SlmBZVc_4bI/AAAAAAAAAiw/uLuDcewLzH8/s320/limesparkle3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357455503989399986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3AQclHfuJIU/SlmBGxXO-cI/AAAAAAAAAio/PMSmbeytJuI/s1600-h/dsreflection.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 189px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3AQclHfuJIU/SlmBGxXO-cI/AAAAAAAAAio/PMSmbeytJuI/s320/dsreflection.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357455185063901634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3AQclHfuJIU/SlmA_bFHPKI/AAAAAAAAAig/LDOjDx9elCk/s1600-h/dsfantasy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3AQclHfuJIU/SlmA_bFHPKI/AAAAAAAAAig/LDOjDx9elCk/s320/dsfantasy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357455058823232674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3AQclHfuJIU/SlmAyeHh6GI/AAAAAAAAAiY/YOYrbC-XWmQ/s1600-h/ssnmatte.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3AQclHfuJIU/SlmAyeHh6GI/AAAAAAAAAiY/YOYrbC-XWmQ/s320/ssnmatte.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357454836300376162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matte is driving me mad. I am in love with it and I will want to get it :( this is ridiculous! ZXCVBNM. Anyways! J came over to pass me my B&amp;amp;B stuff and F21 shags so I'm a happy girl! I love my new shopping fixes. Will post pictures when I've got my camera. I'm  kinda happy with the way my life is now. Nothing much (in particular) that I wanna change maybe except the fact that people, are still very selfish. Till the least, have some values please. Life's more delicate then you can ever imagine. I'm counting down to supernatural 5. To the most awesomemestly awesome series, cheers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5642312544033222396-751927748108464629?l=holdyourheaduphighgorgeous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holdyourheaduphighgorgeous.blogspot.com/feeds/751927748108464629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://holdyourheaduphighgorgeous.blogspot.com/2009/07/matte-is-driving-me-mad.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642312544033222396/posts/default/751927748108464629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642312544033222396/posts/default/751927748108464629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holdyourheaduphighgorgeous.blogspot.com/2009/07/matte-is-driving-me-mad.html' title='matte'/><author><name>sashimii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16969822731100900018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3AQclHfuJIU/SjjjJU_RA9I/AAAAAAAAAhE/tII_j35Lips/S220/1148483~Golden-Retriever-Puppy-Sleeping-Between-Two-Young-Sandy-Lop-Rabbits-Posters.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3AQclHfuJIU/SlmBZVc_4bI/AAAAAAAAAiw/uLuDcewLzH8/s72-c/limesparkle3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5642312544033222396.post-6340203544371436606</id><published>2009-07-10T16:03:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T10:45:31.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Being married feels really &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; good.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5642312544033222396-6340203544371436606?l=holdyourheaduphighgorgeous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holdyourheaduphighgorgeous.blogspot.com/feeds/6340203544371436606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://holdyourheaduphighgorgeous.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642312544033222396/posts/default/6340203544371436606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642312544033222396/posts/default/6340203544371436606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holdyourheaduphighgorgeous.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post.html' title=':)'/><author><name>sashimii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16969822731100900018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3AQclHfuJIU/SjjjJU_RA9I/AAAAAAAAAhE/tII_j35Lips/S220/1148483~Golden-Retriever-Puppy-Sleeping-Between-Two-Young-Sandy-Lop-Rabbits-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5642312544033222396.post-917614532040376969</id><published>2009-07-08T23:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T00:09:45.528+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG ITS C</title><content type='html'>Hello! I'm back from my 3-date with G.M, M &amp; C! Oh it was good. I'm so glad for G she looks SO much happier. I swear I haven't seen her being so radiant it's contagious. She's absolutely glowing. I'm a happy bunny now :) Hmmm, side note wise plans for the weekend looks quite relaxed! Gonna meet up with Jia and do some good catching up! My bones have finish downloading, my pay's coming in this weekend, I've done my assessments and it feels like I'm free for a few days actually, but you know, it feels good. So.. what's a hater post with no haters (or haters that can't read?)  Teehee! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5642312544033222396-917614532040376969?l=holdyourheaduphighgorgeous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holdyourheaduphighgorgeous.blogspot.com/feeds/917614532040376969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://holdyourheaduphighgorgeous.blogspot.com/2009/07/omg-its-c.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642312544033222396/posts/default/917614532040376969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642312544033222396/posts/default/917614532040376969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holdyourheaduphighgorgeous.blogspot.com/2009/07/omg-its-c.html' title='OMG ITS C'/><author><name>sashimii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16969822731100900018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3AQclHfuJIU/SjjjJU_RA9I/AAAAAAAAAhE/tII_j35Lips/S220/1148483~Golden-Retriever-Puppy-Sleeping-Between-Two-Young-Sandy-Lop-Rabbits-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5642312544033222396.post-7601930228122524363</id><published>2009-07-06T21:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T00:51:42.681+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gaming Girls</title><content type='html'>The gaming scene is Singapore is getting a bit too tardy for my liking now. First off, I'd like to comment on it from a girl's gamer point of view. Like everyone knows, sex sells. But, if you're going to use this to market your product/company at least get a decent model to do it. Not some ah-lian wannabe. That will not work. I am extremely disgusted because while everyone's saying 'omg she's so hot, she's so sexy' I'm seeing a lump of mess in front of me. I'm not being critic at the least. It's just.. I'm sorry lady (believe me, LADY is already a very nice word) you're just too trashy for my liking. And please, I'm not the least bit jealous/envious. I'm usually not this bitchy but it's getting to our image when labels such as 'gamer chick of the year' or 'featured gamer hottie' are being used. I mean honestly, why do you ask the guys to vote instead of the actual girls who actually spend time playing the damn game of which some of them are smart, capable and gorgeous plus, they do not need to rely on guys to get famous or to live for that matter. I mean you do realize how pissed off we get when you label us as objects instead of a living person. Really, and guys, when you do comment or say anything. Are you really thinking with your head or the other one? Go figure :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matters aside, I'd like to thank Joyce, Penny, Min, Safy and all the others that have well, been looking out for me. Esp to my IJ girls. We had a lot of time together. A lot of sad times, happy.. girl times. I won't forget. Though our lives are pretty very much different, got on with our own stuff.. different people. You guys are special to me and will probably always be. I love you girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tmr's the 7th! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5642312544033222396-7601930228122524363?l=holdyourheaduphighgorgeous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holdyourheaduphighgorgeous.blogspot.com/feeds/7601930228122524363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://holdyourheaduphighgorgeous.blogspot.com/2009/07/gaming-girls.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642312544033222396/posts/default/7601930228122524363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642312544033222396/posts/default/7601930228122524363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holdyourheaduphighgorgeous.blogspot.com/2009/07/gaming-girls.html' title='Gaming Girls'/><author><name>sashimii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16969822731100900018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3AQclHfuJIU/SjjjJU_RA9I/AAAAAAAAAhE/tII_j35Lips/S220/1148483~Golden-Retriever-Puppy-Sleeping-Between-Two-Young-Sandy-Lop-Rabbits-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5642312544033222396.post-6650811172339264276</id><published>2009-07-05T10:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T10:56:46.687+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Vampire Diaries</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i251.photobucket.com/albums/gg314/misskewell/vampirediaries.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 466px; height: 353px;" src="http://i251.photobucket.com/albums/gg314/misskewell/vampirediaries.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I NEED TO HAVE THIS SERIES. THE FUCKING TV SERIES IS ONLY GOING TO BE AIRED IN SEPTEMBER TOGETHER WITH SUPERNATURAL SEASON 5. WHAT THE FUCK. AHHHHHHH. What am I supposed to do!? : ( My Bones seasons are still downloading and Ghost Whisperer is too much of a weepy show for me and I haven't decided if I should download Gossip Girls. MY GOOD SHIT WHY. WHY WHY WHY. ARGHHHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, anyways B was a sweetheart these few days because he delivered my Häagen-Dazs ice-cream, rock melon!, Macs breakfast and....! His spare phone :D means I'm contactable again! Ahhhh. Omg I'm so depressed I've no shows to watch right nowwww : ( B doesn't too cuz he finished Supernatural! (HAHAHAHAHAAHA) :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so bored. I shall go DotA now and get pwned by noobs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5642312544033222396-6650811172339264276?l=holdyourheaduphighgorgeous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holdyourheaduphighgorgeous.blogspot.com/feeds/6650811172339264276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://holdyourheaduphighgorgeous.blogspot.com/2009/07/vampire-diaries.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642312544033222396/posts/default/6650811172339264276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642312544033222396/posts/default/6650811172339264276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holdyourheaduphighgorgeous.blogspot.com/2009/07/vampire-diaries.html' title='The Vampire Diaries'/><author><name>sashimii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16969822731100900018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3AQclHfuJIU/SjjjJU_RA9I/AAAAAAAAAhE/tII_j35Lips/S220/1148483~Golden-Retriever-Puppy-Sleeping-Between-Two-Young-Sandy-Lop-Rabbits-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5642312544033222396.post-5424647292586426935</id><published>2009-07-03T03:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T03:33:45.491+08:00</updated><title type='text'>love</title><content type='html'>They say, Love conquers the world. Love is a word with no definition; it gives people the greatest joys, but also the most hurtful pains. So.. what is love? No one knows. People say you're too young for love or don't even understand what it really is at 13-19, but that's not true. You've loved people all your life; your family, your friends, &amp; they've loved you. Love does exist at any age &amp; the trick is finding the real love. Some people may say it &amp; not fully mean it, some people may mean it but lose it. Just because your relationships fucked up a few times, that doesn't mean those words were false. There are probably all types of love; some stronger than others. Love dominates our world &amp; without it, the world is hell. Love makes you do silly things &amp; makes you want to make that one person the happiest in the world &amp; the same goes for you. no matter how lonely you ever think you are, you're never alone because there's always someone. There's someone for all of us; don't wait, don't expect, &amp; don't take advantage of it. It will come when you need it. Love comes unexpected; it'll bring you up &amp; down, but in the end it's the one joy in the world that can never fail to put a smile on your face. When someone says "I love you" say I love you back; they may or may not feel that much, but it doesn't mean they don't love you at all. You're not being fooled; they're saying how they feel. I've found some of my greatest loves, from old friends to new, from my first love to my new love; I love you all, my family &amp; even my enemy's. You all make me who I am today; you take care of me &amp; help me in need. so to all of you; I love you with every fiber of my being.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5642312544033222396-5424647292586426935?l=holdyourheaduphighgorgeous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holdyourheaduphighgorgeous.blogspot.com/feeds/5424647292586426935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://holdyourheaduphighgorgeous.blogspot.com/2009/07/love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642312544033222396/posts/default/5424647292586426935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642312544033222396/posts/default/5424647292586426935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holdyourheaduphighgorgeous.blogspot.com/2009/07/love.html' title='love'/><author><name>sashimii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16969822731100900018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3AQclHfuJIU/SjjjJU_RA9I/AAAAAAAAAhE/tII_j35Lips/S220/1148483~Golden-Retriever-Puppy-Sleeping-Between-Two-Young-Sandy-Lop-Rabbits-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5642312544033222396.post-1420058174190571987</id><published>2009-07-02T08:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T08:28:07.845+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm so sorry I didn't mean to fall from grace</title><content type='html'>I have a big ass mama &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;microlife&lt;/span&gt; thermometer at home :D Okay, so still coughing, still fluish, still sick. No work this weekend kinda leads to having less money to spend. My gosh I am SO damn pissed : ( I miss B. I'm still not contactable. I've got loads of work to start on! I'm officially a soloist, I think I have like a limit to human contact. Either that or people make me scared O: take it that I'm special and it's good! Cause all the people in my life will have all the attention that I can give! : ) I think I need to be more sociable. I keep waiting for people to make friends with me instead of me making friends with them &gt;.&lt; asdfghjklzxcvbnm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5642312544033222396-1420058174190571987?l=holdyourheaduphighgorgeous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holdyourheaduphighgorgeous.blogspot.com/feeds/1420058174190571987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://holdyourheaduphighgorgeous.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-so-sorry-i-didnt-mean-to-fall-from.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642312544033222396/posts/default/1420058174190571987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642312544033222396/posts/default/1420058174190571987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holdyourheaduphighgorgeous.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-so-sorry-i-didnt-mean-to-fall-from.html' title='I&apos;m so sorry I didn&apos;t mean to fall from grace'/><author><name>sashimii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16969822731100900018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3AQclHfuJIU/SjjjJU_RA9I/AAAAAAAAAhE/tII_j35Lips/S220/1148483~Golden-Retriever-Puppy-Sleeping-Between-Two-Young-Sandy-Lop-Rabbits-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5642312544033222396.post-1796322888299115998</id><published>2009-07-01T18:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T18:18:11.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;if and maybes. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;fucking kidding me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;if and maybes. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;what does it feel like? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;★ F21 SPREE CLOSING NEXT SUNDAY 4/07/09 says:&lt;br /&gt;shit?&lt;br /&gt;★ F21 SPREE CLOSING NEXT SUNDAY 4/07/09 says:&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;★ F21 SPREE CLOSING NEXT SUNDAY 4/07/09 says:&lt;br /&gt;hello fever plus flu plus cough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;if and maybes. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;but not abnormal fever flu cough la&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;★ F21 SPREE CLOSING NEXT SUNDAY 4/07/09 says:&lt;br /&gt;im breathless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;if and maybes. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;you asthma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;★ F21 SPREE CLOSING NEXT SUNDAY 4/07/09 says:&lt;br /&gt;yes thats why it's 2x worse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;if and maybes. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;shit man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;if and maybes. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;got take jab or smth?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;★ F21 SPREE CLOSING NEXT SUNDAY 4/07/09 says:&lt;br /&gt;no jab&lt;br /&gt;★ F21 SPREE CLOSING NEXT SUNDAY 4/07/09 says:&lt;br /&gt;only tamiflu&lt;br /&gt;★ F21 SPREE CLOSING NEXT SUNDAY 4/07/09 says:&lt;br /&gt;fucking sound so indian lor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;if and maybes. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;no la&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;if and maybes. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;i will make you immune to indians&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;if and maybes. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;tamilflu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;★ F21 SPREE CLOSING NEXT SUNDAY 4/07/09 says:&lt;br /&gt;.... wtf zzzz.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First decent conversation with C and this happens. I have wonderful friends! :) Oh btw Daddy, what you said to me this morning, it really really kinda cuts. I have H1N1 by the way. With all thanks to Russell Ang Yi Kai. Cuckoo bird. Now I'll be home for 14days. Brilliant!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5642312544033222396-1796322888299115998?l=holdyourheaduphighgorgeous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holdyourheaduphighgorgeous.blogspot.com/feeds/1796322888299115998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://holdyourheaduphighgorgeous.blogspot.com/2009/07/if-and-maybes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642312544033222396/posts/default/1796322888299115998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642312544033222396/posts/default/1796322888299115998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holdyourheaduphighgorgeous.blogspot.com/2009/07/if-and-maybes.html' title=''/><author><name>sashimii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16969822731100900018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3AQclHfuJIU/SjjjJU_RA9I/AAAAAAAAAhE/tII_j35Lips/S220/1148483~Golden-Retriever-Puppy-Sleeping-Between-Two-Young-Sandy-Lop-Rabbits-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5642312544033222396.post-8657299331488051713</id><published>2009-06-30T02:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T03:01:50.719+08:00</updated><title type='text'>h1n1</title><content type='html'>I'm quarantined at home thanks to Russell. He went to butter factory and came home a sick pig. LOL. Hope he gets well soon. No school/play/work for 7 days : ( Loads and loads and loads of school work, assignment to hand up/work on. Anyways, my phone is in service! So, contact me via B's number. You'll get me. I am going to order my F21 fix by Sunday so please, if you wanna to bump in let me know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jia's back! WEEJIA. CALL ALOY TO GET ME. I LOVE YOU OKAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm random.. so random at times it scares me a little. I mean my thoughts are not in order.. and yeah it's not me. I usually plan my thoughts. Usually. Supernatural 5 is airing this Sept! So is True Blood Season 2 and and and! Vampire Diaries. I want Aston's x-cut. I need to start running. MIN IF YOU SEE THIS, PLEASE WE NEED TO WORK OUT SOMETHING. My health is deteriorating. I have to get my focus back on track. Double major is really no damn joke : ( I wonder why I took it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, my neko pwns you! :) I miss min. I think I'm sleepy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5642312544033222396-8657299331488051713?l=holdyourheaduphighgorgeous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holdyourheaduphighgorgeous.blogspot.com/feeds/8657299331488051713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://holdyourheaduphighgorgeous.blogspot.com/2009/06/h1n1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642312544033222396/posts/default/8657299331488051713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642312544033222396/posts/default/8657299331488051713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holdyourheaduphighgorgeous.blogspot.com/2009/06/h1n1.html' title='h1n1'/><author><name>sashimii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16969822731100900018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3AQclHfuJIU/SjjjJU_RA9I/AAAAAAAAAhE/tII_j35Lips/S220/1148483~Golden-Retriever-Puppy-Sleeping-Between-Two-Young-Sandy-Lop-Rabbits-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5642312544033222396.post-8040838475849499997</id><published>2009-06-28T04:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T04:52:42.178+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear B,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy 27th, 34 Months, 1035 Days &amp;amp; cheers to all that's gonna come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥,&lt;br /&gt;Pie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5642312544033222396-8040838475849499997?l=holdyourheaduphighgorgeous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holdyourheaduphighgorgeous.blogspot.com/feeds/8040838475849499997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://holdyourheaduphighgorgeous.blogspot.com/2009/06/dear-b.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642312544033222396/posts/default/8040838475849499997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642312544033222396/posts/default/8040838475849499997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holdyourheaduphighgorgeous.blogspot.com/2009/06/dear-b.html' title='Dear B,'/><author><name>sashimii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16969822731100900018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3AQclHfuJIU/SjjjJU_RA9I/AAAAAAAAAhE/tII_j35Lips/S220/1148483~Golden-Retriever-Puppy-Sleeping-Between-Two-Young-Sandy-Lop-Rabbits-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5642312544033222396.post-4284619296483706978</id><published>2009-06-22T16:24:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T17:45:43.478+08:00</updated><title type='text'>compose.. &amp; listen</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3AQclHfuJIU/Sj9R9x1NCCI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/rvDXyP1nx78/s1600-h/21062009614.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3AQclHfuJIU/Sj9R9x1NCCI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/rvDXyP1nx78/s320/21062009614.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350085004129798178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi! Meet Oxy &amp;amp; his therapeutic picture. Stupid shit yesterday was preaching to me on msn when.. He fell asleep HALFWAY through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="500" height="420"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.facebook.com/v/1105656493123"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.facebook.com/v/1105656493123" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="420"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="500" height="420"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.facebook.com/v/1105421847257"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.facebook.com/v/1105421847257" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="420"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="500" height="420"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.facebook.com/v/1105398006661"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.facebook.com/v/1105398006661" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="420"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As promised, the videos from VGL. These are the only ones that I've uploaded onto FB, and since I refuse (REFUSE) to use Blogger's video uploader because it's so damn pathetic. There's only 3. I just woke up and I haven't completed my assignment. My friend C's in town. I haven't met up with her for like almost 2 years.. I didn't even know she's in town. It breaks my heart, really to see our friendship die like that. But, you make the bed you lie on. It's probably my fault. If I had knew only how to save relationships and handle my life better, perhaps things wouldn't turn out like that. I miss, the times where both of us would cry in class.. miss the mad basketball sessions to try forget things we both couldn't really handle without crying.. Miss the counseling sessions we both had.. When you broke your damn leg while climbing over the school's back gate and we all thought that, it was a damn joke until it swell up like some pig's trotter. If you're reading this, I really don't know if you will, but I miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How true, it's when the only way to love someone is to hate them first. The only way to keep their interest is to let them fix you, fix all of those things that they hated. The only way to be left alone, maybe to be buried five feet from a stranger instead of a foot above or below whoever goes first, so be perfect. Be content. Clean, pure. Virgin white might just be the loneliest goddamn color on this earth. So, put your hand in mine, never let go, never wake up cause I'm done with promises &amp;amp; now I'm taking blood oaths. It now feels likes you could kiss my imperfections, my imperfections away. And i would stand, stand by your side until the sun turns the sky, all the colors i see in your eyes. I would swear to you, on everything I am and I dedicate to you all that I have and I promise you that I will stand right by your side forever and always until the day I die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to know what you ache for, and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart's longing. I want to know if you will risk looking a fool for love, for your dreams, for the adventure of being alive. I want to know if you can sit with pain, mind of your own, without moving to hide it, or fade it, or fix it. I want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself. I want to know if you can see beauty, even when it's not pretty, and if you can source your own life from its presence. I want to know if you will stand in the center of the fire with me and not shrink back. I want to know if you can be alone with yourself and if you truly like the company that you keep in the empty moments. I'm watching over you from the stars. don’t be scared I know exactly where you are. And there's a piece of me, it's burning in your heart. Even death couldn't tear us apart. I can take your problems away with a nod and a wave of my hand cause that's just the kind of girl that I am. so don't say you don't care when you know that I do write down every little thing that makes you love me. Right now remember how I held you above me and the stars that burn through our eyes like an everlasting gaze cutting through the night. You're the reason I never fall asleep. You're the reason I never finish my dreams. We don't talk for days, &amp;amp; I promise myself I'm mad at you but then you call, or text, and just like that, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don't care how long its been as long as we're talking&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"You have a lot of friends don't you?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yes" said Pooh, "but only one Piglet."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5642312544033222396-4284619296483706978?l=holdyourheaduphighgorgeous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holdyourheaduphighgorgeous.blogspot.com/feeds/4284619296483706978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://holdyourheaduphighgorgeous.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642312544033222396/posts/default/4284619296483706978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642312544033222396/posts/default/4284619296483706978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holdyourheaduphighgorgeous.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post.html' title='compose.. &amp; listen'/><author><name>sashimii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16969822731100900018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3AQclHfuJIU/SjjjJU_RA9I/AAAAAAAAAhE/tII_j35Lips/S220/1148483~Golden-Retriever-Puppy-Sleeping-Between-Two-Young-Sandy-Lop-Rabbits-Posters.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3AQclHfuJIU/Sj9R9x1NCCI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/rvDXyP1nx78/s72-c/21062009614.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5642312544033222396.post-8177865853658273880</id><published>2009-06-22T02:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T02:51:16.704+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Issues and Crisis</title><content type='html'>I'm doing my PR essay now and... I'm getting a mind block. Hmms, perhaps it was due to the fact that I just woke up from 'accidentally' dozing off. B's off mahjong-ing somewhere which has already kicked start my night in such an good way and now, I'm staring at my computer trying to conjure up a 3,000 words essay. I need coffee/booze/pills. I've &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Westlife's - When you're looking like that &lt;/span&gt;playing in the background. Totally crashed for studying/work. I'm so damn tired like mentally exhausted I feel like.. giving up. asdfghjkl. Lecture at 2 tmr. Essay due at 11pm. Seriously, what the fuck. I'm randomly typing things btw, I just need somewhere to 'talk/speak/whine' and my dog isnt actually being very attentive to me right now after deciding that curling up ON my feet was a good idea. It's Father's Day today. It feels so weird without G around. I haven't even gotten to wishing my Dad yet. I just.. don't know how to. And now, right after 5mins I'm deciding if I should skip school to finish up my essay today. Randomly.. after work today. I don't think I will ever want kids. Not cause I hate them or anything, don't get me wrong I do love kids but I just think I'll be an awful parent. I mean I'm already messed up myself I don't think I could raise a kid up, normally. Or, maybe I'm just selfish and scared. And.. after that thought, I was just thinking if, marriage was just like something on your checklist. Something to be done. I need to write, I need a blank wall to splash paint at. I'm thinking, maybe this isn't what I want anymore.. it's probably time to re-live. Afterall, no one gets a second shot at life without pain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5642312544033222396-8177865853658273880?l=holdyourheaduphighgorgeous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holdyourheaduphighgorgeous.blogspot.com/feeds/8177865853658273880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://holdyourheaduphighgorgeous.blogspot.com/2009/06/issues-and-crisis.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642312544033222396/posts/default/8177865853658273880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642312544033222396/posts/default/8177865853658273880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holdyourheaduphighgorgeous.blogspot.com/2009/06/issues-and-crisis.html' title='Issues and Crisis'/><author><name>sashimii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16969822731100900018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3AQclHfuJIU/SjjjJU_RA9I/AAAAAAAAAhE/tII_j35Lips/S220/1148483~Golden-Retriever-Puppy-Sleeping-Between-Two-Young-Sandy-Lop-Rabbits-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5642312544033222396.post-8204938170581762333</id><published>2009-06-21T05:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T06:13:32.128+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drunk sluts</title><content type='html'>I'm back from a chilling session with M! I need a break from work! : ( I was pinned at ushering today. I like that, it's fun! and... you get to walk around and meet weird people. THEN, I got posted at the party as receptionist/stamp-imprinter. I hate rude slutty Chinese sluts who do not have any self respect. No decent girl would be caught dead clinging onto any guy with her boobs (or whatever you call that small lumps) half spilling out announcing to the whole wide world that shes piss drunk and would most probably be an easy fuck. Gee, I mean honestly, you do not, as a guest of an invited guest, invite YOUR friends (not to mention 10 of them) to come gatecrash a person's (who happen to be a socialite) party. THAT IS NOT GLAMOROUS. And secondly, you do not try to sleep around with all her friends. C'mon that's respect at it's most basic. I'm so over social parties. Everyone there is so goddamn superficial. How disgusting. Digressing, I'm back from macs! M's at my place and we're getting hooked on to F21's website. :D :D :D Its so back to girlfriend days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've work in 5 hours. I've 2 hours of sleep. &amp;amp; 7 hours of work. I'm contemplating if I should go download Gossip Girls. I need more nail polishes. I've got a pending and not-even-in-progress-assignment due on Monday. Rich people need to drop dead more often &amp;amp; whores should just stay indoors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I came back with lightsticks about 8 of them. They're all hanging on my puppy now. Oh so cute, a glowing neon golden retriever! ♥ ♥ ♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5642312544033222396-8204938170581762333?l=holdyourheaduphighgorgeous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holdyourheaduphighgorgeous.blogspot.com/feeds/8204938170581762333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://holdyourheaduphighgorgeous.blogspot.com/2009/06/drunk-sluts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642312544033222396/posts/default/8204938170581762333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642312544033222396/posts/default/8204938170581762333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holdyourheaduphighgorgeous.blogspot.com/2009/06/drunk-sluts.html' title='Drunk sluts'/><author><name>sashimii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16969822731100900018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3AQclHfuJIU/SjjjJU_RA9I/AAAAAAAAAhE/tII_j35Lips/S220/1148483~Golden-Retriever-Puppy-Sleeping-Between-Two-Young-Sandy-Lop-Rabbits-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5642312544033222396.post-3020452099194876937</id><published>2009-06-20T01:21:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T02:46:54.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Video Games Live 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3AQclHfuJIU/SjvNVObKqmI/AAAAAAAAAiI/85hCP55gFU4/s1600-h/DSC01294.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3AQclHfuJIU/SjvNVObKqmI/AAAAAAAAAiI/85hCP55gFU4/s320/DSC01294.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349094746965584482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back from VGL! It was awesomeeeeeeee! Omg Martin Leung is GOD. -bows. Uploaded the videos on facebook! I think Singaporeans are fucking ill-mannered. I mean leaving before the show has even ended is just down right rude, esp when you're seated right in front of the stage. Thanks to Dawn for getting us tickets to go! Hmmm.. work tmr. I'm in such a lazyyyyy mood I really don't feel like working anymore. I wanna go prawning naooooo. I miss you min, muacks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way have I mention that I'm on a diet? It's called THE poverty diet. Basically it means having one meal a day and that means living on bread and water. How, exciting. I wonder why I do the most fascinating things to awe myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5642312544033222396-3020452099194876937?l=holdyourheaduphighgorgeous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holdyourheaduphighgorgeous.blogspot.com/feeds/3020452099194876937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://holdyourheaduphighgorgeous.blogspot.com/2009/06/video-games-live-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642312544033222396/posts/default/3020452099194876937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642312544033222396/posts/default/3020452099194876937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holdyourheaduphighgorgeous.blogspot.com/2009/06/video-games-live-2009.html' title='Video Games Live 2009'/><author><name>sashimii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16969822731100900018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3AQclHfuJIU/SjjjJU_RA9I/AAAAAAAAAhE/tII_j35Lips/S220/1148483~Golden-Retriever-Puppy-Sleeping-Between-Two-Young-Sandy-Lop-Rabbits-Posters.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3AQclHfuJIU/SjvNVObKqmI/AAAAAAAAAiI/85hCP55gFU4/s72-c/DSC01294.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5642312544033222396.post-5830490864315472570</id><published>2009-06-19T04:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T04:59:03.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If only</title><content type='html'>Hey G, this post if for you.. I wonder how you're doing now G. How's everything? Are you happy G? I miss you G.. I miss you a lot. More then I should.. It's been almost 6 months now G, but I still can't let you go.. I can't. I've tried.. So hard. Believe me G.. I really did. I dream about you too G, all the time.. I hear you laughing.. you sound so happy G. If you are, I'm glad. There's so many things that reminds me of you G, all the stuff that we used to do, all the places that we used to go, your favorite food.. the joy you bring me.. no one can ever do that. Ever. But I always wake up crying.. if only you knew, G how much I would give to talk to you. I don't have much photos of you G, I wished I had. All is different now G, so many things have changed.. You're the most wonderful person in the world. You weren't supposed to leave me like that G, at least not now.. not like that. You were supposed to be always there for me. You promised.. you said you would be there at my 21st, but you won't  make it.. I'll always remember you G, I promise you. Remember me too G. I love you, have always loved you and always will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xx;&lt;br /&gt;Yours.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5642312544033222396-5830490864315472570?l=holdyourheaduphighgorgeous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holdyourheaduphighgorgeous.blogspot.com/feeds/5830490864315472570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://holdyourheaduphighgorgeous.blogspot.com/2009/06/if-only.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642312544033222396/posts/default/5830490864315472570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642312544033222396/posts/default/5830490864315472570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holdyourheaduphighgorgeous.blogspot.com/2009/06/if-only.html' title='If only'/><author><name>sashimii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16969822731100900018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3AQclHfuJIU/SjjjJU_RA9I/AAAAAAAAAhE/tII_j35Lips/S220/1148483~Golden-Retriever-Puppy-Sleeping-Between-Two-Young-Sandy-Lop-Rabbits-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5642312544033222396.post-1801116380017785846</id><published>2009-06-18T21:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T22:06:39.025+08:00</updated><title type='text'>drag me to House</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://chud.com/articles/content_images/5/drag-me-to-hell-poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 332px; height: 490px;" src="http://chud.com/articles/content_images/5/drag-me-to-hell-poster.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We caught &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Drag Me to Hell &lt;/span&gt;@ iluma! Honestly, the sound effects were a tad too loud for my liking but well.. it's Sam. Pretty average plot cause much of the scare scenes were kinda expected.. wasn't worth a weekend ticket price. Oh good shit, B &amp;amp; me found like a new kickup for food. Fish &amp;amp; Co's mussell butter sauce happy pill! :D Shit.. work sucks big time. I have like zero motivation to go to work. Living off bread and water sounds pretty good to me right now. VGL tmr &amp;amp; Pat's birthday.. Now I have to be at 2 places at once. I'm obsessed with F21.. I need gift cards. Anyone who would kindly be kind so as to donate gift cards to me! Weejia's coming back with my Bath &amp;amp; Body stuff yayyyness! So the deal right now is projects projects and more.. shit. GUESS sale on the 2nd/07, Agnes'B on the 3rd/07.. Gotta shop shop shop shop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the VS stuff.. I need a gold mine account to fund my spending. It's getting more and more out of hand. My B is a stupid cow. He thinks he's a damn cute ball of fluff. Yucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5642312544033222396-1801116380017785846?l=holdyourheaduphighgorgeous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holdyourheaduphighgorgeous.blogspot.com/feeds/1801116380017785846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://holdyourheaduphighgorgeous.blogspot.com/2009/06/drag-me-to-house.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642312544033222396/posts/default/1801116380017785846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642312544033222396/posts/default/1801116380017785846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holdyourheaduphighgorgeous.blogspot.com/2009/06/drag-me-to-house.html' title='drag me to House'/><author><name>sashimii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16969822731100900018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3AQclHfuJIU/SjjjJU_RA9I/AAAAAAAAAhE/tII_j35Lips/S220/1148483~Golden-Retriever-Puppy-Sleeping-Between-Two-Young-Sandy-Lop-Rabbits-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5642312544033222396.post-8840761357089366407</id><published>2009-06-17T21:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T01:02:54.837+08:00</updated><title type='text'>VGL &amp; POTD</title><content type='html'>Hello! Post one! First up, there's VGL coming up! Go get your tickets y'all! I'd like to thank Dawn being such a ♥! Alright, been a long time since I've used blogger.. hasn't been used to posting with it yet so bear with me. Oh btw, to friends of mine who would like to be linked please leave a comment! Thanks! : ) Right, so the thing that's to be considered major is that B's mum has just asked me to move in with them. Kinda of a huge decision for me.. so I'm still considering. Might take awhile though. Pat's 23rd is this Friday and we're going to get him booze. Just for fun... might as well post this up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-sf2p/v80/202/8/507857157/n507857157_50263_994.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 408px; height: 269px;" src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-sf2p/v80/202/8/507857157/n507857157_50263_994.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Everyone! Meet Pat. He's like my most awesomely cool chick wanna be. See why I don't need television when I've got friends like these! :D I've got 3 reports to finish.. I need to have 48hrs a day. Honestly.. I am getting no where with this shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5642312544033222396-8840761357089366407?l=holdyourheaduphighgorgeous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holdyourheaduphighgorgeous.blogspot.com/feeds/8840761357089366407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://holdyourheaduphighgorgeous.blogspot.com/2009/06/kasjdgbvvgbv.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642312544033222396/posts/default/8840761357089366407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642312544033222396/posts/default/8840761357089366407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holdyourheaduphighgorgeous.blogspot.com/2009/06/kasjdgbvvgbv.html' title='VGL &amp; POTD'/><author><name>sashimii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16969822731100900018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3AQclHfuJIU/SjjjJU_RA9I/AAAAAAAAAhE/tII_j35Lips/S220/1148483~Golden-Retriever-Puppy-Sleeping-Between-Two-Young-Sandy-Lop-Rabbits-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
