<?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-24169829</id><updated>2011-07-08T11:08:40.142+08:00</updated><category term='pierce right through my heart.'/><category term='unnalae unnalae'/><category term='billy joel river of dreams'/><category term=':'/><category term='If you&apos;re not the one'/><title type='text'>the journey i call life.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exquisite-femme.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169829/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exquisite-femme.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169829/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Genieve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/51/23/3373215/3057490304507s.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>620</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24169829.post-7521813015187933276</id><published>2009-07-20T22:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T22:59:52.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I cant seem to write my thoughts out anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like a closed book so restricted.&lt;br /&gt;I miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything you speak about, your l i f e and how a guy would be lucky (or so, you say) to be with me many a times I have walked in circle to realise that what you have became is what I have become.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a freshly new cut.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24169829-7521813015187933276?l=exquisite-femme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exquisite-femme.blogspot.com/feeds/7521813015187933276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24169829&amp;postID=7521813015187933276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169829/posts/default/7521813015187933276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169829/posts/default/7521813015187933276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exquisite-femme.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-cant-seem-to-write-my-thoughts-out.html' title=''/><author><name>Genieve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/51/23/3373215/3057490304507s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24169829.post-754543793670183661</id><published>2009-05-30T01:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T01:19:52.851+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GuUjJk2z06Q/SiAYj05HZlI/AAAAAAAABAA/FDLth6ttAhM/s1600-h/27052009052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341296161834100306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GuUjJk2z06Q/SiAYj05HZlI/AAAAAAAABAA/FDLth6ttAhM/s400/27052009052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Baby you kissed me at your front porch where the&lt;br /&gt;dim lights were beaming through the crystal chandeliers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We can take a walk in your garden... like you said&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;this is a dream you wish was true..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im sorry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because no distance can separate the greatest of friends!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;( '', ) thank you ..( '', )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TRUST&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust me, I dont know what I am feeling today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust me, I can't seem to read your mind anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust me, I really feel sorry for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust me, I dont know how else i should react.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust me, someday I wish this would get clear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust me, one day I'm sure you have understood the tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust me, not one stone unturned, she will get hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust me, karma goes in circles and you will be heard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/24169829-754543793670183661?l=exquisite-femme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exquisite-femme.blogspot.com/feeds/754543793670183661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24169829&amp;postID=754543793670183661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169829/posts/default/754543793670183661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169829/posts/default/754543793670183661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exquisite-femme.blogspot.com/2009/05/baby-you-kissed-me-at-your-front-porch.html' title=''/><author><name>Genieve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/51/23/3373215/3057490304507s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GuUjJk2z06Q/SiAYj05HZlI/AAAAAAAABAA/FDLth6ttAhM/s72-c/27052009052.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24169829.post-719879193283904661</id><published>2009-04-09T00:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T01:05:09.494+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GuUjJk2z06Q/SdzX9aLW7zI/AAAAAAAAA_4/Q_o48hSE548/s1600-h/Sleep____by_poisonedone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322366309644037938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 360px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GuUjJk2z06Q/SdzX9aLW7zI/AAAAAAAAA_4/Q_o48hSE548/s400/Sleep____by_poisonedone.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;THERE IS JUST SO MUCH THAT IS HAPPENING.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;HOW CAN I WHO HARDLY PMS, END UP PMSING SO BADLY.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;HOW CAN I WHO HARDLY FLARES BE THROWING MY TEMPER AROUND.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;HOW CAN I WHO HARDLY HAVE MOODSWINGS BE MOODY ALL THE TIME.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;AND MOST OF ALL,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;HOW CAN I BE SO AFRAID TO LOSE THE LIFE THAT I NOW HAVE.&lt;br /&gt;TO LOSE A PERSON I ALREADY HAVE LOST.&lt;br /&gt;TO DREAM OF THE DEAD, DYING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I just need you to stand by me.&lt;br /&gt;We used to share our worlds and we may be travelling to two different worlds&lt;br /&gt;but all i need is.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;you, to stand by me.&lt;br /&gt;cause im just so afraid, tomorrow i may not be alive.&lt;br /&gt;im just so afraid, my roof is going to crack.&lt;br /&gt;im just so afraid, its gonna flood and i cant swim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;most of all,&lt;br /&gt;im just so afraid i will not be able to live a life of a teenager&lt;br /&gt;because for the past four years, i have been standing on my own feet.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;im tired.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24169829-719879193283904661?l=exquisite-femme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exquisite-femme.blogspot.com/feeds/719879193283904661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24169829&amp;postID=719879193283904661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169829/posts/default/719879193283904661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169829/posts/default/719879193283904661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exquisite-femme.blogspot.com/2009/04/there-is-just-so-much-that-is-happening.html' title=''/><author><name>Genieve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/51/23/3373215/3057490304507s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GuUjJk2z06Q/SdzX9aLW7zI/AAAAAAAAA_4/Q_o48hSE548/s72-c/Sleep____by_poisonedone.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24169829.post-8274360398968004886</id><published>2009-02-09T00:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T00:41:41.075+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy pill</title><content type='html'>thanks to Dheep, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I'm having retail therapy. New phone, new hairdo, new bag, new tops, new shoes, new jacket!!! Thanks d so much. It feels like I've been rewarded these for my hard work hee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colour me pretty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24169829-8274360398968004886?l=exquisite-femme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exquisite-femme.blogspot.com/feeds/8274360398968004886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24169829&amp;postID=8274360398968004886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169829/posts/default/8274360398968004886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169829/posts/default/8274360398968004886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exquisite-femme.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-pill.html' title='happy pill'/><author><name>Genieve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/51/23/3373215/3057490304507s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24169829.post-5783255768750523441</id><published>2009-02-01T10:35:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T10:42:30.568+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>dearest precious,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the first time I cried this whole year had to be today as much as i could have avoided the tears they just naturally fell.. It was guilt that I I inflicted pain on someone unintentionally. Well all is done, I couldve at least done something to ease the pain but no, I didn't and for that second, I was L O S T .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its quite painfuL for me to reflect on ,e and my own life.. I've grown to be such a soft hearted person in the last to years. Why? What happened? Oh well , good job girl, at least you are a whole lot more stronger today than last year.. For sure. *pats my shoulder*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;February is here.. Time for roller coaster ride number #1 cause I know its gonna happen all over again. Transfer, coping with hectic schedules.. Please don't let me slip away..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24169829-5783255768750523441?l=exquisite-femme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exquisite-femme.blogspot.com/feeds/5783255768750523441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24169829&amp;postID=5783255768750523441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169829/posts/default/5783255768750523441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169829/posts/default/5783255768750523441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exquisite-femme.blogspot.com/2009/02/dearest-precious-first-time-i-cried.html' title=''/><author><name>Genieve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/51/23/3373215/3057490304507s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24169829.post-2638058123622134392</id><published>2009-01-25T04:09:00.041+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T04:22:16.981+08:00</updated><title type='text'>past present future</title><content type='html'>dearest precious,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have officially sold my htc touch and bought the e71... i feel totally bad for initially not wanting to lend this baby to max.. On second thoughts... How can i not share with max the things that brings me great joy .. Nevertheless.. I love it already so its mine!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Max is away .. Enjoying himself at bintan, i wish he had activated his roaming despite the hefty charges.. Well at least  i wont feel incomplete, me not able to whine and annoy the shit outta him. . . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;attended kish"s birthday.. without a choice i had to see a particular human species which i hope i never have to ever meet again... had awesome food there and spent some time with the birthday kiddo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; then aaron picked me up from under e blk, we headed to town where the cousin  &amp; friends joined us. They were disturbing this poor fella... With me. Haaa. They,re trying to start up their maTCh making business.. And is starting with me... Lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleeeeeeepy&lt;br /&gt;I blogged using eeeeee71&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dhs&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24169829-2638058123622134392?l=exquisite-femme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exquisite-femme.blogspot.com/feeds/2638058123622134392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24169829&amp;postID=2638058123622134392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169829/posts/default/2638058123622134392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169829/posts/default/2638058123622134392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exquisite-femme.blogspot.com/2009/01/past-present-future.html' title='past present future'/><author><name>Genieve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/51/23/3373215/3057490304507s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24169829.post-5122087976038434793</id><published>2009-01-21T00:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T00:42:32.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dearest precious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is a maze. At one point, you find yourself at the start point. and just when you think you were reaching the end point you realize that you're lost somewhere along the way. It's probably a huge maze?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whichever. The point is, life is a huge maze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of lately, i have been spending quality time with the cousin and his friends. They're mad mad mad people hell lot of fun. They're going over to melb to spend some time with my sister in march (without me) or maybe, i should go along! *hmmmmmm*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO MY  transfer is confirmed and id be going.. and then life will start to change because id even double busier than whatever I am now. believe it? I cant even hog the phone the way  i do right now? But i guess its gng to be more challenging so im comingg!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOTHER. NAG. EAR.HURTS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;// painted nails are still drying!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUPER RANDOM.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24169829-5122087976038434793?l=exquisite-femme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exquisite-femme.blogspot.com/feeds/5122087976038434793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24169829&amp;postID=5122087976038434793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169829/posts/default/5122087976038434793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169829/posts/default/5122087976038434793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exquisite-femme.blogspot.com/2009/01/dearest-precious-life-is-maze.html' title=''/><author><name>Genieve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/51/23/3373215/3057490304507s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24169829.post-436489732262826012</id><published>2009-01-13T17:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T17:19:06.362+08:00</updated><title type='text'>JESSIE!</title><content type='html'>Dearest Precious,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im dedicating this post to JASVINDER KAUR.&lt;br /&gt;name- revealed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY SUNFLOWER! you're 20. as soon as i turn 2o you'll bu turning 21. *laughs hard*. Thats beside the point. You're no longer a teen!! Hope you enjoy your adulthood young woman. God bless you and may all your dreams come true.I'll be meeting you soon (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24169829-436489732262826012?l=exquisite-femme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exquisite-femme.blogspot.com/feeds/436489732262826012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24169829&amp;postID=436489732262826012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169829/posts/default/436489732262826012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169829/posts/default/436489732262826012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exquisite-femme.blogspot.com/2009/01/jessie.html' title='JESSIE!'/><author><name>Genieve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/51/23/3373215/3057490304507s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24169829.post-6891447080019426327</id><published>2009-01-09T01:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T01:40:36.184+08:00</updated><title type='text'>9th day of new year</title><content type='html'>Dearest Precious,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; It's the 9th day of the new year and im here to update how life has been thus far. On the 31st dec, after work i headed to Cuppage with the collegues for our countdown party. It was held on the rooftop gardens in the midst of orchard road. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Beautiful &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. We had games and great lucky draws, i only won a mug, a addidas shoe bag and lots of catching up with the buddies. I rushed off for church before the count down and sat in the catherdral with the family and cousins. Not everyone was present but we pulled it off happily. Yes, i caught the fireworks too (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, few days later we had kish's farewell &amp;amp; new year bash party at max's crib. It was the best party ever. The music and the people. It was just us, and no one else. No one to intrude. all the girlfriends made it except sarvesh but i'll forgve her for that.The year had such a great kickstart i'll never regret it at all.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how great the year has already turned out to be, work has been screwing up alot. Its been so bad so so bad i dont know where to dug my head. I hope the bad-work days will go by soonerrrrr so that i can be the happiest kid in town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope i don have to cry anymore to hide my temper or the tangled words or feelings. I dont want to be a cry baby. Im just sensitive. a little, too sensitive but im not always like this. Im a believer, a creater not a quitter. I had my first 3clicks jogging and exercising today .first for this year. Many thanks to dheep for the many many advise that made me try and fai for the motivation . Its just day1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good night all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24169829-6891447080019426327?l=exquisite-femme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exquisite-femme.blogspot.com/feeds/6891447080019426327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24169829&amp;postID=6891447080019426327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169829/posts/default/6891447080019426327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169829/posts/default/6891447080019426327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exquisite-femme.blogspot.com/2009/01/9th-day-of-new-year.html' title='9th day of new year'/><author><name>Genieve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/51/23/3373215/3057490304507s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24169829.post-6865723266664504919</id><published>2008-12-31T01:06:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T01:39:20.307+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks for the memories.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285631656608846498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GuUjJk2z06Q/SVpV_Lm60qI/AAAAAAAAA-k/01bbPv_NcbA/s400/pumpkin+dress+girls.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can vividly remember how we used to be.. this is a beautiful friendship that has blossomed over a period of 10-11 years. I truly understood what I felt when you yelled at me on the phone one night, suspecting and scolding me like the other person.. and later I realized..&lt;br /&gt;just how much , you love me :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;SIM FRIENDS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285631499976696178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GuUjJk2z06Q/SVpV2EG54XI/AAAAAAAAA-c/zRhDB4wkufY/s400/1_533279425l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;TRUE FRIENDS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NGEEANN PEEPS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285630948724490178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 295px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GuUjJk2z06Q/SVpVV-iIv8I/AAAAAAAAA-U/yiLRKFOOhnk/s400/1_382980844l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;For some reasons, my life often revolved around the ngeean people. Blame my friends? No. Its been a blessing and there's no one to blame. Thank you everyone for the memories! Puva..kayya..suhar.. devil.. everyone!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;SUNFLOWER&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285630798317289778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GuUjJk2z06Q/SVpVNOORATI/AAAAAAAAA-M/_WJ3UI6hSuc/s400/jessie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As teens, she was always camera shy. No, im seriously NOT kidding! I have really few pictures of us together. Blame you, jes. Now there's nothing to look and browse at and say, heyyy thats us!! (Except, the graduation pictures i reckon). Nevermind that. This is farmost the nicest picture we have ever taken in the last seven years. I'd like to dedicate this column to you from the bottom of my heart. Times have been tough and im almost extinct in your life but I hope you know that no matter the distance, i'm just a call away and you're always deep in my thoughts. I dont know if i've actually said this but it'll sound funny, i cant remember us hugging, ever. (prove, losers we're not lesbos) no, thsts not what i was about to say. I wanted to say, I love you sunflower girl. Its always good to know, there's a final resort someone who wont let you down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY GIRLFRIENDS, FRIENDS(sindhu bimbo.. puva.. uma..jem..karthig.. etc etc) AND FAMILY; LET US ALL LOOK FORWARD TO 2009 AND EMBRACE IT WHOLE HEARTEDLY. YOU DONT KNOWW MY EXCITMENT! WOOHOO!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285631817913797634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GuUjJk2z06Q/SVpWIkhBDAI/AAAAAAAAA-s/0jbECeipKRU/s400/187041259l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this, i havent forgotten. Been through rainbows and storms even drought.. but nothing seems to be stopping the limits of the sky cause there's just no end to what Ive got to say. My shining star.. the one source of motivation. Through the last two years, whatever I have achieved, I have to put it all down to you, thank you for the being the biggest support thus far.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"you have all the money to buy anything you want" you told me. Let me correct you, All the money I have can never buy you, the family or the loved ones above mentioned. Close to my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THANK YOU FOR THE MEMORIES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/24169829-6865723266664504919?l=exquisite-femme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exquisite-femme.blogspot.com/feeds/6865723266664504919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24169829&amp;postID=6865723266664504919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169829/posts/default/6865723266664504919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169829/posts/default/6865723266664504919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exquisite-femme.blogspot.com/2008/12/thanks-for-memories.html' title='Thanks for the memories.'/><author><name>Genieve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/51/23/3373215/3057490304507s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GuUjJk2z06Q/SVpV_Lm60qI/AAAAAAAAA-k/01bbPv_NcbA/s72-c/pumpkin+dress+girls.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24169829.post-3063228474893412811</id><published>2008-12-29T22:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T22:41:52.222+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dearest Precious,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is hereby the utmost rain-pouring year for me. I am happily awaiting for the last day of this year to happily bid this year a warm goodbye, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;no - not the memories&lt;/span&gt;. So i graduated early this year with good grades, got a job upon graduation &amp;amp; turned 19. THIS are the prominent events this year. Apart from this, I did manage to built tighter relationships with a certain group of friends and a series of events made me realize whats worth and whats not and whats for real and who's fake. The bottom line; Ive realized im most usually taken advantage of, even by friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, im putting it all behind and looking forward for a fresh start. I even managed to sort of- let go of something that i never thought id be able to. Well i was clinging hard on it, but thanks to Jem who helped me at that particular point of time, I was able to stand strong. Although its not what me or my heart desires, it did help me prepare myself not to fall into depression or whatsoever. It helped me abit by pulling me backwards, a step closer to who I was before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the same time, I definitely am going to bid goodbye to a few friends. Well it goes by the saying, thrash out the bad and keep the good. If someone dont appreciate you, move on. If you keep trying so so hard yet people take you for granted and not realize your kind soul, screw them. If you keep trying so hard yet people pinpoint you, their not motivating you, kick them.&lt;br /&gt;hehhhhhhhhhh wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a whole list of to-do for 2009.&lt;br /&gt;I shall start with the first two day!&lt;br /&gt;31st dec midnight - midnight mass with the big familyyyyy!!&lt;br /&gt;1st JANUARY 2009999999- templeee with max!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes im starting the year religiously.. woohoooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:DDDDDD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24169829-3063228474893412811?l=exquisite-femme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exquisite-femme.blogspot.com/feeds/3063228474893412811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24169829&amp;postID=3063228474893412811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169829/posts/default/3063228474893412811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169829/posts/default/3063228474893412811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exquisite-femme.blogspot.com/2008/12/dearest-precious-this-is-hereby-utmost.html' title=''/><author><name>Genieve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/51/23/3373215/3057490304507s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24169829.post-5582714473451714695</id><published>2008-12-27T02:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T02:45:03.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>After christmas</title><content type='html'>Dearest Precious,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas just went by. It was my first ever sick christmas. I'm feeling a whole lot better now but still sick actually. A week since ive been away from work and it makes me so lazy to get back there! Christmas was very simple yet ample of funness :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TWISTERRRRRRRRRRRRRRR !!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed to escape theme park today. It was a decision on impulse &amp;amp; we were kinda late so we didnt get to ride many thrillers MANY thanks also to the bad weather. Nevertheless, I had alot of fun. for that moment, i felt like a little girl holding cottton candy with the people she likes to me with, screaming laughing and being innocently herself, like a kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still feel horrible, nauseous and everything; so im heading the sack. Having some kinda hallucination. spoooooookey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh hehh hehhh!!&lt;br /&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24169829-5582714473451714695?l=exquisite-femme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exquisite-femme.blogspot.com/feeds/5582714473451714695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24169829&amp;postID=5582714473451714695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169829/posts/default/5582714473451714695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169829/posts/default/5582714473451714695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exquisite-femme.blogspot.com/2008/12/after-christmas.html' title='After christmas'/><author><name>Genieve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/51/23/3373215/3057490304507s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24169829.post-5980957750168605746</id><published>2008-12-24T17:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T17:55:36.482+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Turkey</title><content type='html'>It's the eve of christmas. Unlike the olden times (heh, i make it sound really old!) where Mummy cooks the turkey for both thanksgiving and christmas on her own.. past few years have been different. We order it, instead. Apparently, THIS year, we missed the order and so I shall annouce that its a turkyless christmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAAAAIT!&lt;br /&gt;We might get a turkey somehow, thanks to some kind souls like, atiqah or canadian pizza etc but that's a completely private matter. Talking about turkey, here's something I'd like to share. TURKEY is usually eaten during thanks giving &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;not &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;christmas. It is with time that they started eating it during christmas as well. There is no particular significance as to why it has to be turkey. However it has been stated that in the older days, turkeys were much more affordable than geese etc. and could feed more people :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haaaaa! thats something even i didnt initially know! So if thisss christmas there is no turkey, dont be mad at me. It's just christmas! there'll be presents for sure :!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24169829-5980957750168605746?l=exquisite-femme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exquisite-femme.blogspot.com/feeds/5980957750168605746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24169829&amp;postID=5980957750168605746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169829/posts/default/5980957750168605746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169829/posts/default/5980957750168605746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exquisite-femme.blogspot.com/2008/12/turkey.html' title='Turkey'/><author><name>Genieve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/51/23/3373215/3057490304507s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24169829.post-550750550324790255</id><published>2008-12-22T23:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T23:21:31.397+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ghost</title><content type='html'>Dearest Precious,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alas, it feels like home ever since I revamped this place, my blog. Simple vibrant colours, exactly how I'd describe my life. I thought about it over and over again. Family, friends and colleques... I have them all. Boyfriend, yet to find one since the last break up a year ago. Flings, totally not up for it. Dates, went on one, found another one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about dates, I have always been against the idea of dating many, and dating immediately after a break up or esp when you sincerely know that somethings in your personal life is just complicated. And to those who tell me you dont hold hands, kiss or come to close contact or even a hug .. during dates (some many ppl have told me this bfre) screw ya'll big time and bury your pack of lies cause I know you lie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He says he needs me, he wants me and then he cuts me out. Says I love you but dont mean it. Says I'll be there for you but is always almost extinct in my life. Says he'll marry me but all this as a secret private affair. UNACCEPTABLE! Sometimes, guys really make me laugh the way they try too hard. I just hope your girlfriend finds out what you're up to because she ought to know the one she dreams of marrying isnt sincere to her and has been picking up flowers for someone else. I hope you'll learn from this lesson because i know the pain of a person finding out- that the person she loves isnt all that 'clean'. Wish this up coming fresh year will be a new beginning for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With this I say, I always will respect S for one reason because when he was rejected it did hit him real hard but later he realized that it was good that things turned out that way as he wouldnt have been able to commit himself at all, not one bit. Says he loves but cant commit because of his past and selfish future. Never turned himself to any of the cheapo species who threw themselves at him. Teachings ; just because you really want something doesnt mean you can have it always because there are other important matters that need more attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24169829-550750550324790255?l=exquisite-femme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exquisite-femme.blogspot.com/feeds/550750550324790255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24169829&amp;postID=550750550324790255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169829/posts/default/550750550324790255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169829/posts/default/550750550324790255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exquisite-femme.blogspot.com/2008/12/ghost.html' title='Ghost'/><author><name>Genieve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/51/23/3373215/3057490304507s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24169829.post-2229572093744124872</id><published>2008-12-15T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T23:33:45.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm waiting to embrace 2009. nothing is going to put we down! nothing is going t restrict me. nothing is going to turn sour . I'm putting all my heart and soul into having a better year for everyone around me.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you set foot on something don give up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24169829-2229572093744124872?l=exquisite-femme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exquisite-femme.blogspot.com/feeds/2229572093744124872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24169829&amp;postID=2229572093744124872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169829/posts/default/2229572093744124872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169829/posts/default/2229572093744124872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exquisite-femme.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-waiting-to-embrace-2009.html' title=''/><author><name>Genieve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/51/23/3373215/3057490304507s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24169829.post-3420003998595042788</id><published>2008-12-08T00:51:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T01:19:05.878+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Peeektures.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Dearest Precious,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I haven't been blogging. Most of the time when I come online, I feel like penning everything down and then im at lost of words. Some can get a little too personal and im sick of people feeding on my blog entries to get their hot gossips. Nevertheless, i guess an open blog has to be open to gossips, rumors and oh yes, &lt;strong&gt;judgements&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work is occupying almost 95% time and focus from me. Followed by the family whom I totally depend on and of course the person whom I have overly pampered. It only occured to me recently that I pamper him way too much like I've never pampered anyone like this, ever b e f o r e. Skiiiiiiip. As of recent events, the latest would be Navin's sister's wedding and reception. It was great. Such joy,love and enjoyment. It only makes me feel excited and anxious to find that mr someone and share the rest of my life with him and only him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sarvesh&lt;/strong&gt; baby is so faraway. Come back quick cause i've been torturing gundu and we miss you many. &lt;strong&gt;Max boy and I&lt;/strong&gt; caught '4 christmases' today.&lt;strong&gt; HILARIOUS&lt;/strong&gt;!! Next up, wild child.Who's in!? &lt;strong&gt;Mummy&lt;/strong&gt; is coming backkkkk on tuesday!!  I have so much more than this to say but Im not sure where to start so feed on the pictures and interpret it on your own.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friendly ghost, is it not unfair that you're invisible?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Max, please dont deprieve me of my chocolates. I know i'm fattttttttttttttttttt alr but pls!&lt;br /&gt;Jes, meet up soon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GuUjJk2z06Q/STwDwTMmYTI/AAAAAAAAA-E/9AQHkH_8cGU/s1600-h/DSC04097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277096991693103410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GuUjJk2z06Q/STwDwTMmYTI/AAAAAAAAA-E/9AQHkH_8cGU/s400/DSC04097.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; my birthday and diwali visit @ mok's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GuUjJk2z06Q/STwDVhZIQ7I/AAAAAAAAA98/c75ftFOrR2k/s1600-h/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277096531647284146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GuUjJk2z06Q/STwDVhZIQ7I/AAAAAAAAA98/c75ftFOrR2k/s400/7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the bbq with x - "family"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GuUjJk2z06Q/STwDIw0_eyI/AAAAAAAAA90/nX2ittkchLc/s1600-h/1_362022181l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277096312452381474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GuUjJk2z06Q/STwDIw0_eyI/AAAAAAAAA90/nX2ittkchLc/s400/1_362022181l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the farewell for faizal &amp;amp; navin @ sentosa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GuUjJk2z06Q/STwC0cm2-PI/AAAAAAAAA9s/dkl3XfvacB0/s1600-h/IMAG0896.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277095963427010802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GuUjJk2z06Q/STwC0cm2-PI/AAAAAAAAA9s/dkl3XfvacB0/s400/IMAG0896.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; that rainy night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GuUjJk2z06Q/STwCbaKIdZI/AAAAAAAAA9k/8k-buhm9390/s1600-h/IMAG0774.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277095533272921490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GuUjJk2z06Q/STwCbaKIdZI/AAAAAAAAA9k/8k-buhm9390/s400/IMAG0774.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ghost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277095022862408514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GuUjJk2z06Q/STwB9suyG0I/AAAAAAAAA9U/0AILQdP9bo0/s400/IMAG0934.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277095189293240242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 283px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GuUjJk2z06Q/STwCHYu_D7I/AAAAAAAAA9c/T5ioz9Wtx-0/s400/IMAG0949.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Mount faber's jewel box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GuUjJk2z06Q/STwBaiyAymI/AAAAAAAAA9M/G1zUaKKyQKk/s1600-h/IMAG0956.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277094418896177762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GuUjJk2z06Q/STwBaiyAymI/AAAAAAAAA9M/G1zUaKKyQKk/s400/IMAG0956.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One of the bike hunting day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GuUjJk2z06Q/STwA8hWpBHI/AAAAAAAAA9E/OQ2ECuH0fG0/s1600-h/n679365095_4924801_6796.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277093903116862578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GuUjJk2z06Q/STwA8hWpBHI/AAAAAAAAA9E/OQ2ECuH0fG0/s400/n679365095_4924801_6796.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 14022007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GuUjJk2z06Q/STwAutpTCzI/AAAAAAAAA88/rRQBI8dLh64/s1600-h/n679365095_4917271_9865.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277093665898171186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GuUjJk2z06Q/STwAutpTCzI/AAAAAAAAA88/rRQBI8dLh64/s400/n679365095_4917271_9865.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The friends, I whole heartedly miss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GuUjJk2z06Q/STwAZYIDJDI/AAAAAAAAA80/NfOjixg6d9U/s1600-h/1_115651177l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277093299344319538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GuUjJk2z06Q/STwAZYIDJDI/AAAAAAAAA80/NfOjixg6d9U/s400/1_115651177l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; Diwali @ Shalu's place&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GuUjJk2z06Q/STwAKb2XbTI/AAAAAAAAA8s/BokMe0iMpq8/s1600-h/n647898089_964549_8217.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277093042645855538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GuUjJk2z06Q/STwAKb2XbTI/AAAAAAAAA8s/BokMe0iMpq8/s400/n647898089_964549_8217.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Diwali @ Sarvesh's place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GuUjJk2z06Q/STv_zwjCwzI/AAAAAAAAA8k/tlAe3NIoBdI/s1600-h/n697502323_2028470_6166.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277092653064962866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GuUjJk2z06Q/STv_zwjCwzI/AAAAAAAAA8k/tlAe3NIoBdI/s400/n697502323_2028470_6166.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Diwali @ Pratheep's crib. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GuUjJk2z06Q/STv_aLh4BeI/AAAAAAAAA8c/p_KYnOVkM-k/s1600-h/n697502323_2106147_9628.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277092213631223266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GuUjJk2z06Q/STv_aLh4BeI/AAAAAAAAA8c/p_KYnOVkM-k/s400/n697502323_2106147_9628.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Diwali @ Naren's Place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/24169829-3420003998595042788?l=exquisite-femme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exquisite-femme.blogspot.com/feeds/3420003998595042788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24169829&amp;postID=3420003998595042788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169829/posts/default/3420003998595042788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169829/posts/default/3420003998595042788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exquisite-femme.blogspot.com/2008/12/peeektures.html' title='Peeektures.'/><author><name>Genieve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/51/23/3373215/3057490304507s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GuUjJk2z06Q/STwDwTMmYTI/AAAAAAAAA-E/9AQHkH_8cGU/s72-c/DSC04097.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24169829.post-7195763179330303671</id><published>2008-11-24T22:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T23:43:23.644+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;smile :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24169829-7195763179330303671?l=exquisite-femme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exquisite-femme.blogspot.com/feeds/7195763179330303671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24169829&amp;postID=7195763179330303671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169829/posts/default/7195763179330303671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169829/posts/default/7195763179330303671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exquisite-femme.blogspot.com/2008/11/smile-d.html' title=''/><author><name>Genieve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/51/23/3373215/3057490304507s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24169829.post-9093197029042501037</id><published>2008-10-18T00:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T00:06:06.168+08:00</updated><title type='text'>life full of sins.</title><content type='html'>Summing up today, it was an errand filled off day. Both off days this week were spend travelling back to work place to get things done. And today would officially be the utmost tiring off day ive ever had.Ran errands for both mummy and dheep. Nevertheless, im contended that at least, this much ive cared. Both of them are happy.. see!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ive just started reading ' thank you for the memories' by cecelia ahern - the author of the book ps. i love you. I really loved ps i love you. Unfortunately, this particular book isnt captivating enough. I've got two more books lying on my shelf which ive bought by jodi picoult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awaiting sunday, the $$ day. Woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im turning in.&lt;br /&gt;This life, full of sins.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24169829-9093197029042501037?l=exquisite-femme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exquisite-femme.blogspot.com/feeds/9093197029042501037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24169829&amp;postID=9093197029042501037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169829/posts/default/9093197029042501037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169829/posts/default/9093197029042501037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exquisite-femme.blogspot.com/2008/10/life-full-of-sins.html' title='life full of sins.'/><author><name>Genieve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/51/23/3373215/3057490304507s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24169829.post-1076669076334091217</id><published>2008-10-02T11:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T12:25:19.041+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I loathe funerals. No matter how close i am to the person, i try not to be at the wake cause it just drains out every little strength and hope in me. I recall how i tried to be strong at my grannys wake last year june. How i tried to be the support for her children and take care of her great*grandchildrens. Wow, amazing aint it to have greatgrandchildrens existing in the 21st century.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, the godpa passed away. Sister took a urgent flight back to sg. Its actually nice to have her around. Everyone's holding it together. Well i just need a b r e a k . Everything i do seems meaningless. My mind against me and the world and nothing makes sense. living without a meaning. . is not worth living.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24169829-1076669076334091217?l=exquisite-femme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exquisite-femme.blogspot.com/feeds/1076669076334091217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24169829&amp;postID=1076669076334091217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169829/posts/default/1076669076334091217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169829/posts/default/1076669076334091217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exquisite-femme.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-loathe-funerals.html' title=''/><author><name>Genieve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/51/23/3373215/3057490304507s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24169829.post-5027085238527793650</id><published>2008-09-25T00:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T01:00:05.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I crazy elephant-ed today. I tried going to Obar to catch up with the girlfriends but it just didnt work out. crazy elehpant was great. I was already super drained out after walking three rounds frm raffles to clark quay and back and forth thanks to the gf. and yeah, now here i am, tipsy a lil. wELL i guess, it will just help me sleep earlier and sleep peacefully and at least perhaps tonight i need not cry myself to sleep and she too wouldnt be calling me to remind me that im hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to sum up the whole good day i had to pump into a guy who looked EXACTLY like dheep except that he was a whole lot more charming. but they really looked so so so identicial and i totally was staring at him and repeating that he looked like dheep. like anyone who knew dheep would have said he looked like dheep. from the height, to hairstyle, to smile... to eye brow and face cut.. everything!! dressing too. ugh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zouk at padang is coming up. so is f1. changi chill out . walas and everything. toyboy's soft toy is going to become hard. thanks all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24169829-5027085238527793650?l=exquisite-femme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exquisite-femme.blogspot.com/feeds/5027085238527793650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24169829&amp;postID=5027085238527793650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169829/posts/default/5027085238527793650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169829/posts/default/5027085238527793650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exquisite-femme.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-crazy-elephant-ed-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Genieve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/51/23/3373215/3057490304507s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24169829.post-4833365174437031925</id><published>2008-09-21T01:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T01:40:22.514+08:00</updated><title type='text'>love to love me by you</title><content type='html'>love to love you by corrs.&lt;br /&gt;exactly the song you'd want to convey to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so here it goes, cheers to me;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would love to love you like you do me&lt;br /&gt;I'd love to love you like you do me&lt;br /&gt;I met you on a sunny Autumn day&lt;br /&gt;You instantly attracted me&lt;br /&gt;When asking for the way&lt;br /&gt;God if I had known the pain I'd make you feel&lt;br /&gt;I would have stopped this thought of us&lt;br /&gt;And turned upon my heel&lt;br /&gt;(Go you should leave me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time make it be alright&lt;br /&gt;(Go you must leave me)&lt;br /&gt;Time will help you see the light&lt;br /&gt;(You don't need me)&lt;br /&gt;Time make it be alright&lt;br /&gt;(Go you must leave me)&lt;br /&gt;Believe me when I tell you I would love to love you like you do me&lt;br /&gt;I'd love to love you like you do me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a pillar in my way you see&lt;br /&gt;I'd love to love you like you do me&lt;br /&gt;You recognised my barrier to love&lt;br /&gt;I know there's nothing worse&lt;br /&gt;Than unrequited love,(unrequited love)&lt;br /&gt;So I prayed to God that Icould give the love you gave to me&lt;br /&gt;But something's lying in my way,&lt;br /&gt;preventing it to be&lt;br /&gt;(Go you should leave me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time make it be alright(Go you must leave me)&lt;br /&gt;Believe me when I tell you&lt;br /&gt;I would love to love you like you do me&lt;br /&gt;I'd love to love you like you do me&lt;br /&gt;There's a pillar in my way you see&lt;br /&gt;I'd love to love you like you do me&lt;br /&gt;I would love to love you like you do me&lt;br /&gt;I'd love to love you like you do me&lt;br /&gt;There's a pillar in my way you seeI'd love to love you like you do me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Break those pillars down&lt;br /&gt;Break those pillars down&lt;br /&gt;Take those pillars down, down, down&lt;br /&gt;Oh, take those pillars down(Love to love you like you do me)&lt;br /&gt;Break those pillars down(Love to love you like you do me)&lt;br /&gt;Oh take those pillars down(Love to love you)(Love to love you)(Love to love you)&lt;br /&gt;Take those pillars down(Love to love you)[ Fade out ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but even after to the song over and over again, nothing can make me understand ..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24169829-4833365174437031925?l=exquisite-femme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/51/23/3373215/3057490304507s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24169829.post-1828753022009621072</id><published>2008-09-21T01:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T01:35:39.731+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dreams by corrs</title><content type='html'>People always talk about DREAMS and more often then not, freedom is the first step to achieving your dreams. Even though usually its only an excuse to break free from everyone and live with no commitments and less sense of responsibilities, freedom isnt exactly what you'd need to reach your dreams..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here it goes;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dreams by corrs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now here you go again, you say you want your freedom&lt;br /&gt;Well who am I to keep you down&lt;br /&gt;It's only right that you should play the way you feel it&lt;br /&gt;But listen carefully to the sound&lt;br /&gt;Of your loneliness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Like a heartbeat drives you mad&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In the stillness of remembering what you had&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And what you lost&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yeah, thunder only happens when it's raining&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Players only love you when they're playing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yeah, women they will come and they will go&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When the rain washes you clean you'll know, you'll know...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now here I go again, I see the crystal visionsI keep my visions to myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well It's only me that wants to wrap around your dreams and&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you any dreams you'd like to sell&lt;br /&gt;Dreams of loneliness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a heartbeat drives you mad&lt;br /&gt;In the stillness of remembering what you had(Drives you mad,)&lt;br /&gt;and what you lost, (remember what you had)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thunder only happens when it's raining(Thunder only happens when it's...)&lt;br /&gt;Players only love you when they're playing(Players only love you when they're...)&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, women they will come and theywill go, (they will go...)&lt;br /&gt;When the rain washes you clean you'll know...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24169829-1828753022009621072?l=exquisite-femme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exquisite-femme.blogspot.com/feeds/1828753022009621072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24169829&amp;postID=1828753022009621072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169829/posts/default/1828753022009621072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169829/posts/default/1828753022009621072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exquisite-femme.blogspot.com/2008/09/dreams-by-corrs.html' title='dreams by corrs'/><author><name>Genieve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/51/23/3373215/3057490304507s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24169829.post-3022912974132684582</id><published>2008-09-21T01:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T01:24:40.188+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Somehow tonight, when i returned the 'card' back, i just felt a pinch. I shouldnt be making a 'fuss' like you said and it did hit me. Besides its your card anyway. but you said i could have it *hints- the agreement* but then again, it isnt mine and its solely yours and there should be no reasons why i should even keep it. For the very first time in my life, someone whole heartedly trusted me with the 'card' and i never misused it. Never, ever. And on the dry days it served me like a sense of security. Dont ask me why. like, a secret possession. Although its almost 24/7 in my bag, for some reasons it did serve me as stated above. sense of security.&lt;br /&gt;... this post is pointless cause no matter what im feeling its of no use. 1) its not mine 2) i shldnt make a fuss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skip!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever had a possession. Something that helps you, builds you, makes you feel stronger and etc. (every possession has different reasons) Ive had a few. Some did lose its meaning after sometime. I used to have a star necklace. It was really special to me. I never had anything that was that special to me up todate. It was something i really took care of. something that i created value for and made me feel valued. Contradictingly, i didnt take that great care of it, cause it got rusty and my mother threw it away. I cried. cried. cried. I can never get it back and the person who gave that to me will never give one again. and there it went. gone. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then there was this watch... and i'll never forget. on the day it stopped ticking, everything started going wrong.. and even that, is gone. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, there was this jacket which never belonged to me. but somehow i found warmth it in and it was useful as well. I liked it. and I liked the person it belonged to. However, there came a day when i had to return the things to the person. and this was one of the thing.. the jacket now, gone. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i was left with two things. the card and the cap.  So now that the card is gone . . . its only the cap that im left with. Apart from pictures, and the bomber jacket one thing that is somewhere on my bed in the other room which i havent slept on since the official breakup. Would everything be gone... when i pass that back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the feeling is like losing something over and over again. Its like something someone willingly lent you once, its no longer willing to let it be with you. because, these things loses its meaning the longer it stays with me. cause the whole point is, before, it being with me would hold a deep meaning but now when there's no meaning to anything.. to even what im saying..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the object, becomes just an object doesnt it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry for already making a fuss.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24169829-3022912974132684582?l=exquisite-femme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exquisite-femme.blogspot.com/feeds/3022912974132684582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24169829&amp;postID=3022912974132684582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169829/posts/default/3022912974132684582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169829/posts/default/3022912974132684582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exquisite-femme.blogspot.com/2008/09/somehow-tonight-when-i-returned-card.html' title=''/><author><name>Genieve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/51/23/3373215/3057490304507s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24169829.post-6182945910507448575</id><published>2008-09-17T23:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T23:47:33.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NOT YOU.</title><content type='html'>I used to get excruciating headaches til last year  and now its back. Just back to haunt and torture me! It's bad bad bad! What is worrying is the fact that last year, when this headaches taunted me, my hand got numb and i'm not sure how to phrase this but yeah, its like my arm got jammed and no feelings! the doctor used needles to poke* poke* poke* to check the degree of numbnes and etc but yes, eventually i was just under medications and its pretty honestly, horrifying. I know what it feels like to be almost near death, i know what it feels like to be quarantined at the hospital (out patient)during the sars and birdflu period and i know what it feels like to be near-losing the people around you but heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt; work was hetic and the customers today were rather bitey. Just always pushing things around trying to find the loop hole to take advantages of us, service consultants and i must say this, sometimes customers can really be very very unreasonable and its so obvious they are simply pushing their luck around and it would hardly work. really! If theres' no offering, there will be no acceptance (business law students will und. what im talking abt)&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt; anyhow i just decided to blog cus thaslim motivated me to do so. my blog is so dead. well on a random note, i bumped into sammy girl! I MISS THE 'FIVES' and rehuboy! and and and, babygirls and and karthigesan who got enlisted already. bleh-.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss school, the people and the memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to end this, since dheep made me jealous by telling me he made chocolate float... i am now..&lt;br /&gt;sipping into my&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HOT HOT HOTTTTTTTTTT CHOCOALTE!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24169829-6182945910507448575?l=exquisite-femme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exquisite-femme.blogspot.com/feeds/6182945910507448575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24169829&amp;postID=6182945910507448575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169829/posts/default/6182945910507448575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169829/posts/default/6182945910507448575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exquisite-femme.blogspot.com/2008/09/not-you.html' title='NOT YOU.'/><author><name>Genieve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/51/23/3373215/3057490304507s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24169829.post-4248288744846464814</id><published>2008-09-14T02:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T02:57:41.847+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>woke me from my fairytale and now, tonight you put me through a sleepless night.&lt;br /&gt;It's so fcuking unfair. I did no wrongs, i said no lies. But the flares the fumes the harshness,&lt;br /&gt;at the end of the day, to me, to me. I cant believe its all with regards to some web album which i dont even know existed! God must be crazy to put me through this. I have emotions too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24169829-4248288744846464814?l=exquisite-femme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exquisite-femme.blogspot.com/feeds/4248288744846464814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24169829&amp;postID=4248288744846464814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169829/posts/default/4248288744846464814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169829/posts/default/4248288744846464814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exquisite-femme.blogspot.com/2008/09/woke-me-from-my-fairytale-and-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Genieve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/51/23/3373215/3057490304507s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24169829.post-6509353267841616146</id><published>2008-09-06T22:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T22:39:01.505+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='If you&apos;re not the one'/><title type='text'>I dont wanna runaway but i cant take it, i dont understand.</title><content type='html'>Dearest Precious,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I think i've totally over spent this month, even if not entirely on myself - alot of money went to the taxi drivers. No more cabbys, for me and you! It is so unneccessary. I bet i could have bought 10 dorothy perkins top instead of spending on cab! ugh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Anyhow, i guess there's nothing much about working life especially not where I am working. All the spits and angry people .. but of course, money is my motivation and so is mani. Well, money just drives you to cotninue working and mani drives me to work double harder. Pillar of strength, thank you :D  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i have already planned on how I wish to spend my next pay. Its hitting the twothousand mark and that's getting me totally hyped up and all excited! 18 turning 19 and already earning that! I just know that i totally need financial planning and ive finally signed up for p O sb's montly savings so they'd automatically deduct and help me save :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrightey, this is totally RANDOM cause everything i initially wanted to type .. now i no longer feel like blogging them. so yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24169829-6509353267841616146?l=exquisite-femme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exquisite-femme.blogspot.com/feeds/6509353267841616146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24169829&amp;postID=6509353267841616146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169829/posts/default/6509353267841616146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169829/posts/default/6509353267841616146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exquisite-femme.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-dont-wanna-runaway-but-i-cant-take-it.html' title='I dont wanna runaway but i cant take it, i dont understand.'/><author><name>Genieve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/51/23/3373215/3057490304507s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24169829.post-749423764476456036</id><published>2008-09-03T18:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T18:40:12.287+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I wanted to blog but i just lost the momentum.&lt;br /&gt; Thanks childhood gf for today (:&lt;br /&gt; I'm veg. today and sub way's veg delite is YUMMY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24169829-749423764476456036?l=exquisite-femme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exquisite-femme.blogspot.com/feeds/749423764476456036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24169829&amp;postID=749423764476456036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169829/posts/default/749423764476456036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169829/posts/default/749423764476456036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exquisite-femme.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-wanted-to-blog-but-i-just-lost.html' title=''/><author><name>Genieve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/51/23/3373215/3057490304507s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24169829.post-3171570717647388578</id><published>2008-08-27T01:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T01:13:20.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>dearest precious,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Recently, i shopped for max. A domanchi shoe which caught our eyes and a top from natural project. Lovely! Funny how i always end up buying things for people and seldom- for myself and i totally needed a new jeans (because, somebody broke my icelemontea jeans) and also my work jeans suck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im a happy happy girl even though the bank balance makes me feel horrible! Retail therapy really works. Two blue jeans (even though now they look black, i just hope the work place approves it,ugh!) a nf mini skirt! and and and two pairs of studs and and and finally&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my favourite lovelove de toi glamstar morgan (butterfly perfume!) I was majorly contemplating btwn very irresistable givenchy, irresistable givenchy and my glamstar morgan but the butterflies won me over. I think givenchy perfumes have a totally powdery smell which i never was a fan of.&lt;br /&gt;heh-.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks oinky for accompanying me throughout my shopping spree and motivating to spurlge the cash. I wouldnt have spent so much, if not for you. *haha*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodnightsssss!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24169829-3171570717647388578?l=exquisite-femme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exquisite-femme.blogspot.com/feeds/3171570717647388578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24169829&amp;postID=3171570717647388578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169829/posts/default/3171570717647388578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169829/posts/default/3171570717647388578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exquisite-femme.blogspot.com/2008/08/dearest-precious-recently-i-shopped-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Genieve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/51/23/3373215/3057490304507s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24169829.post-1178552597119413110</id><published>2008-08-26T02:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T02:53:34.075+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have always wanted to write a book. I never knew where to start and what the book was really going to be about. Bottom line, its a novell. Its going to be about me but im altogether messed up and life is way beyond interesting. Where should I start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You, have always been my motivation to everything. I just wonder how you can magically make me smile so much by doing the smallest-simplest things or even simply nothing at all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;missing the gfs.&lt;br /&gt;nights.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24169829-1178552597119413110?l=exquisite-femme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exquisite-femme.blogspot.com/feeds/1178552597119413110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24169829&amp;postID=1178552597119413110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169829/posts/default/1178552597119413110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169829/posts/default/1178552597119413110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exquisite-femme.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-have-always-wanted-to-write-book.html' title=''/><author><name>Genieve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/51/23/3373215/3057490304507s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24169829.post-2133295513479511361</id><published>2008-08-05T01:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T01:29:06.691+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ONE WHOLE WEEK!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GuUjJk2z06Q/SJc8A7eYdLI/AAAAAAAAAr0/k9vTwcy5jr4/s1600-h/DSC06370.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230715478876910770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GuUjJk2z06Q/SJc8A7eYdLI/AAAAAAAAAr0/k9vTwcy5jr4/s400/DSC06370.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When i was yearning for max's warmth,&lt;br /&gt;i found an alernative just for the night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(even though it never matched up to max's)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;THANK YOU SO MUCH (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Monday,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine grey day spent at work. After what seemed like ages, I met jessie. Decision- impluse.It was a super last minute, late night affair. Nevertheless, it felt like the older times.I have realized that my temper has grown outrageously disgusting and i needed someonewho has known me all along to bring me back to earth and indeed though really short,i managed to get a worthwhile dinner over at her place. Thanks aunty for the food, so yummy mummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's thee off day and the best thing that happened to me was the morning message from the boy.Nothing could have hurt me deeper than the harsh words. I know many are hoping i'd move on.but what no one sees is what I see.. the true him. If only the issues were below the surface and the ship could sail smooth... guess every relationships has its obstacles and mine has you.Headed to pasir ris, down town east with Latashy,Nusu and two of their friends. Had an awesome time.One of the two friends they brought along looked and behaved liek dheep.. but guess dheep's so much more better looking!MWHAAAAA. god's playing basket ball in my life once more. Happy birthday little brother. You're not so little anymore. Im glad you're changing for the better.I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worked like a mad pig. It's getting tiring and the new management and I are so not getting along.It's pretencious people. If only they could be any nicer.. Anyhow. After work slacked at boatquay. It's thee best thing to do! Thanks Raji for the dinner and for winding up with me. Appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thrusday,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worked like a cute pig, haaaa. After work we had a feast. Lots and lots and lots of food and cans for alcohol/beer.We all drank. Drinking is thee other easy way out when it comes to letting things off your mind. It really worked for me.It just got me high, and thats about it. I latter biked down to woodlands with Sattish uncle and met up with sarveshbaby.It was kavitha's birthday and i was quite out of my mind. At least, i felt i was loose. Thanks babygirl for ... the big hug!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worked as usual. Fought with one. and life just goes on.Its day number four and things havent changed one bit. Boy, i miss you.These sleepless nights without hearing your voice. damn it sucks. I cant sleep. I bet evreyone would have guessed that from my very latenight bulletins. After work slacked at boatquay. Im in love with timbre!!!! the live music there simply rock!!anyway this is to you,thank you for everything boy.You've bee the bestest thing in my entire life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The offday on a weekend. Ive alway spent it with you and i find myself lost now. I thank my friends for trying to forcefully get me to participate in things instead of watching me sit down and cry throughout the entire day. Headed for lunch at westcoast with friends. Anand picked me up later and i finally met siddy and georgie after a year. (the last time they saw me was at woodlands with dheep exactly a year ago) damn, that was long. Slacked near home with a couple of secondary school mates and later headed for vinod's 19th surprise birthday. I bet no one expected me there cause ive grown so faraway from all of them. Nevertheless, thanks for dragging me along and helping me try set my mind free. With over 26 bottles opened, tell me what kinda drinking party that was. All the high, sobbers. heh. Thanks karthig for coming all the way down to fetch me home. (and, also to see the birthday boy, ah how wld i forget that) Appreciated it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im not behaving stupid, dumbos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im just setting my mind free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A crazy morning. Someone keeps getting on my nerve. I hope he realizes that no matter how much i respect him, he shouldnt be trying to take advantage of me. there is no way i can change my mindset about thing.there is this generation gap if you hadn't realized. there is no way, i can allow you to run over me. Even if i have to start facing the shit, and taking up little responsibilities, I can do it im sure. And stop saying i dont need 'the boy' and saying things like you're way much better because you're nothing close to what i thought you were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks babygirls for cheering me up. I'm trying! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24169829-2133295513479511361?l=exquisite-femme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exquisite-femme.blogspot.com/feeds/2133295513479511361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24169829&amp;postID=2133295513479511361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169829/posts/default/2133295513479511361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169829/posts/default/2133295513479511361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exquisite-femme.blogspot.com/2008/08/one-whole-week.html' title='ONE WHOLE WEEK!'/><author><name>Genieve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/51/23/3373215/3057490304507s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GuUjJk2z06Q/SJc8A7eYdLI/AAAAAAAAAr0/k9vTwcy5jr4/s72-c/DSC06370.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24169829.post-4941724509898713109</id><published>2008-07-29T12:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T12:24:46.342+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dearest precious,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IM SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO BORED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats all i wanted to blog. heeeh!&lt;br /&gt;oinky's mummy cooked for me lunch night.western food. yumyummmie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tempremental, indeed.&lt;br /&gt;YAWNS.&lt;br /&gt;GOODDAY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24169829-4941724509898713109?l=exquisite-femme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exquisite-femme.blogspot.com/feeds/4941724509898713109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24169829&amp;postID=4941724509898713109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169829/posts/default/4941724509898713109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169829/posts/default/4941724509898713109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exquisite-femme.blogspot.com/2008/07/dearest-precious-im-soooooooooooooooooo.html' title=''/><author><name>Genieve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/51/23/3373215/3057490304507s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24169829.post-9194066174758777110</id><published>2008-07-29T00:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T00:28:38.939+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dearest precious,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ive learnt that lately, ive got such atrocious temper. It definitely is tempremental and is this when i am proud to say, im a true scorpion. Ive finally accomplished everything i scorpy should be, somethings that i never could become the art of jealousy and short temperedness not forgeting, the art of not being able to forgive yet alone forget. Lately, i tend to get angry over the slightest thing and almost everything gets me annoyed. This might not be jut because of me probably the additional things that are surpressing above. Its getting harder to breathe. Just a little thing today, and pfffffffffft* its so many hours now and you wouldnt even think i could possibly be feeling (insert word- i dont know how to describe what i am feeling.. im not angry neither am i jealous im just feeling something uncool inside) til now. it sucks. Im pissed. Yes and indeed like you said, i feellike killing you. crapp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is when my tongue ties and the word b!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! comes out. eff it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS I MISS EVERYONE!&lt;br /&gt;oinky, thanks for tonight.&lt;br /&gt;one horrible off day awaiting me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24169829-9194066174758777110?l=exquisite-femme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exquisite-femme.blogspot.com/feeds/9194066174758777110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24169829&amp;postID=9194066174758777110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169829/posts/default/9194066174758777110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169829/posts/default/9194066174758777110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exquisite-femme.blogspot.com/2008/07/dearest-precious-ive-learnt-that-lately.html' title=''/><author><name>Genieve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/51/23/3373215/3057490304507s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24169829.post-2473898119662925155</id><published>2008-07-17T00:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T00:18:15.334+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dearest,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one more day and its dinnnnnnner and danceee and im dead tired. My bed is calling me already. Ive already planned to go for my body massage soon. Yes, im really needning it. and i need some fun in life. liek totally. i miss crappng ard and being myself!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24169829-2473898119662925155?l=exquisite-femme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exquisite-femme.blogspot.com/feeds/2473898119662925155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24169829&amp;postID=2473898119662925155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169829/posts/default/2473898119662925155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169829/posts/default/2473898119662925155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exquisite-femme.blogspot.com/2008/07/dearest-one-more-day-and-its.html' title=''/><author><name>Genieve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/51/23/3373215/3057490304507s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24169829.post-7330792700748586027</id><published>2008-07-16T01:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T01:22:21.325+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dearest precious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see rainbows. Just lately. for a week.. over a week.. its all rainbows... and i feel so myself... im laughing more... im smiling and the bestest thing is, i have got the reason to my smiles. Besides that, good to say, work's rolling on .. and im trying to adapt.. still.. whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awaiting this friday! dinnnnnnnnnnnnner and dance!!!! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;baby sing to me tonight, i'd take you o'vr the moons to beautiful  tomorrows. i loveeee hot hot hot chocolates,not! showers! with candlelights in the bathroom.. utmost relaxing bath... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;yummmmmmmmmmmmm.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24169829-7330792700748586027?l=exquisite-femme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exquisite-femme.blogspot.com/feeds/7330792700748586027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24169829&amp;postID=7330792700748586027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169829/posts/default/7330792700748586027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169829/posts/default/7330792700748586027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exquisite-femme.blogspot.com/2008/07/dearest-precious-i-see-rainbows.html' title=''/><author><name>Genieve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/51/23/3373215/3057490304507s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24169829.post-8659566922139171156</id><published>2008-07-02T19:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T19:15:51.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dearest precious,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; How does it feel to be working for almost 11hours every day and finally being granted an off day. The one day you wake up as late as possible and hope to meet up or unwind with someone you adore. When working, you feel lonely. Meet the nasty customers who scream at your face, the nice ones who really make your day and etc. But deep inside, there's something missing. The communication and presence of people who mean alot to you. And when the off day came, there's not a single soul at home except mine. The most impt person i'd want to meet is busy. The friends are busy too. it just feels alot more emptier than the working days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it just sucks, actually.&lt;br /&gt;i hate it so much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24169829-8659566922139171156?l=exquisite-femme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exquisite-femme.blogspot.com/feeds/8659566922139171156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24169829&amp;postID=8659566922139171156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169829/posts/default/8659566922139171156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169829/posts/default/8659566922139171156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exquisite-femme.blogspot.com/2008/07/dearest-precious-how-does-it-feel-to-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Genieve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/51/23/3373215/3057490304507s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24169829.post-1580298340541674014</id><published>2008-07-02T11:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T12:02:29.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dearest Precious,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I suppose everyone recognized it wasn't me who they saw in me. What kind'a condition was I in. Messy, drained out and just all over the place. I'm lucky at least one person noticed i couldnt go on, no more and granted me a break. Yes, i cant go on, no more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate the donuts bought- from donut empire and had a drink. Refreshed myself and stepped out there once again. Meeting customers is alot more difficult then sitting behind the computre screen cracking head to meet deadlines. For more than just one reasons, i really feel like switching jobs. Well on the contrary, despite the typical customers and hetic day and drained out soul, i did receive three compliments. THREEEEE! (on their own accord) they were really great compliments but really,im drained. I just woke up, its my off day. There's nothing to do .. or talk..  Not meeting him today... Didnt get to sell off my htc.. in exchange for my sony. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, mundaness like everyother working day! good day everyone and you too. tkkaire.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24169829-1580298340541674014?l=exquisite-femme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exquisite-femme.blogspot.com/feeds/1580298340541674014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24169829&amp;postID=1580298340541674014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169829/posts/default/1580298340541674014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169829/posts/default/1580298340541674014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exquisite-femme.blogspot.com/2008/07/dearest-precious-i-suppose-everyone.html' title=''/><author><name>Genieve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/51/23/3373215/3057490304507s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24169829.post-6869399634866998491</id><published>2008-06-28T22:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T22:59:47.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GuUjJk2z06Q/SGZQufOLeOI/AAAAAAAAArs/LDxD2lDvz4Y/s1600-h/ips.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216945977940474082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GuUjJk2z06Q/SGZQufOLeOI/AAAAAAAAArs/LDxD2lDvz4Y/s400/ips.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy 19th birthday darling &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;INTAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;It's been good 6 years now and with no regrets, i'm glad we've been friends.&lt;br /&gt;Wish you all the best in everything you do.&lt;br /&gt;You've been such a bundle of joy.&lt;br /&gt;I recall your last year's birthday and i wish you had a blast this year as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;('',)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On the other hand, now that i've got ample of time to blog.&lt;br /&gt;Happy 18th very very belated birthday to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;latashy!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;You're finally legal and we shall wait for ya cousins and start enjoying!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope i havent missed out on anything important.&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna be yet- another working day tml.&lt;br /&gt;til then,&lt;br /&gt;goodnight precious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24169829-6869399634866998491?l=exquisite-femme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exquisite-femme.blogspot.com/feeds/6869399634866998491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24169829&amp;postID=6869399634866998491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169829/posts/default/6869399634866998491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169829/posts/default/6869399634866998491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exquisite-femme.blogspot.com/2008/06/happy-19th-birthday-darling-intan-its.html' title=''/><author><name>Genieve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/51/23/3373215/3057490304507s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GuUjJk2z06Q/SGZQufOLeOI/AAAAAAAAArs/LDxD2lDvz4Y/s72-c/ips.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24169829.post-3240180348095214619</id><published>2008-06-28T01:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T01:21:45.382+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Dearest precious,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its not my career its just a job right. So it's totally worth it to pull through this hard-ass moment get over with the learning have everything at my finertips and work will roll along easy. I'm sure. its the weekends.. and i feel like throwing a cow at everyone.. those who dont eat beef, you can drink the mik. anyhow, i am so not motivated to work on weekends! Can i have a switch in job?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*slaps*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay so i've passed my h t c to dheep. Its to be- sold. *goodbye baby* Old lady's 65th birthday celeb is coming. it falls on the same day as my nephew's naming ceremony.. i dont know which one to go for. besides, i dont even know if id be entitled to an off day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216612260411477186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GuUjJk2z06Q/SGUhNkjGDMI/AAAAAAAAArk/5thPn3bWUb4/s400/1+day+old+hrithikesh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;so he's the 5th to the list... 5th.. to call me aunty. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24169829-3240180348095214619?l=exquisite-femme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exquisite-femme.blogspot.com/feeds/3240180348095214619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24169829.post-1234874290776811</id><published>2008-06-27T12:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T12:19:13.772+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Changed my hp from n6060 to htc touch!&lt;br /&gt;but im still ever wanting my w960i,,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24169829-1234874290776811?l=exquisite-femme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exquisite-femme.blogspot.com/feeds/1234874290776811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24169829&amp;postID=1234874290776811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169829/posts/default/1234874290776811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169829/posts/default/1234874290776811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exquisite-femme.blogspot.com/2008/06/changed-my-hp-from-n6060-to-htc-touch.html' title=''/><author><name>Genieve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/51/23/3373215/3057490304507s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24169829.post-6786474626965764265</id><published>2008-06-25T01:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T01:35:36.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>dearest,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nine days of sleepless nights.&lt;br /&gt;cry til eyes dry.&lt;br /&gt;pretend each day is completely alright.&lt;br /&gt;smile laugh and even dare to smile when deep inside its just pain.&lt;br /&gt;each word, action and gestures filled with harshness and pure pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she just smiles and continues.&lt;br /&gt;now she knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;she's not even worth a hug.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its the least she couldve asked for .. for being left empty ..&lt;br /&gt;unspoken of... hurt... well&lt;br /&gt;that clearly reminds her the words said- piercing through ...&lt;br /&gt;"i havent seen you for awhile"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;" i havent seen my mom for so many days.. i miss her...you're not my mother. so, who are you?" &lt;/strong&gt;sacarscm. who in world is she. no body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nooooooo body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FUCKING NOBODY.&lt;br /&gt;SO FUCKING NOT WORTH FIVE CENTS OR EVEN A HUG.&lt;br /&gt;SO FUCKING NOT WORTH IT TO SMILE AT.&lt;br /&gt;SO FUCKING NOT WORTH IT CAUSE IM NOT A SHOWCASE GIRL YOU NEED NOT IMPRESS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24169829-6786474626965764265?l=exquisite-femme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exquisite-femme.blogspot.com/feeds/6786474626965764265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24169829&amp;postID=6786474626965764265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169829/posts/default/6786474626965764265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169829/posts/default/6786474626965764265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exquisite-femme.blogspot.com/2008/06/dearest-nine-days-of-sleepless-nights.html' title=''/><author><name>Genieve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/51/23/3373215/3057490304507s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24169829.post-7360847422064589381</id><published>2008-06-23T01:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T01:46:49.174+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dearest,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Caugh the i n c r e d i b l e h u l k   today. Pretty much hair-standing sound effects i'd say. the typical next- king kong movie kinda. well, i suppose i should like everything associated with GREEN. besides, i miss my green long sleeve top which is m i s s i n g.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ngeeeeeeeeeann's show yesterday was SUPERB. totally! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;keep me strong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24169829-7360847422064589381?l=exquisite-femme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exquisite-femme.blogspot.com/feeds/7360847422064589381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24169829&amp;postID=7360847422064589381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169829/posts/default/7360847422064589381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169829/posts/default/7360847422064589381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exquisite-femme.blogspot.com/2008/06/dearest-caugh-i-n-c-r-e-d-i-b-l-e-h-u-l.html' title=''/><author><name>Genieve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/51/23/3373215/3057490304507s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24169829.post-3182683829259380209</id><published>2008-06-20T23:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T23:50:31.288+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>dearest precious,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; why why why? serving customer.. everything seemed fine... til my hp beeped.. it was a message. little did i know that opening it that very moment would have caused me to breakdown. little did i know that id have broken down infront of EVERYONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; toilet-ed for more than an hour sobbing away. Couldnt hld myself together. what has happened to me. so brittle. i couldnt force myself out of the toilet.which customer would want to look at my crying face. yesterday sucked. i apologize for the inconvenience caused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, people just dont care.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24169829-3182683829259380209?l=exquisite-femme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exquisite-femme.blogspot.com/feeds/3182683829259380209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24169829&amp;postID=3182683829259380209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169829/posts/default/3182683829259380209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169829/posts/default/3182683829259380209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exquisite-femme.blogspot.com/2008/06/dearest-precious-why-why-why-serving.html' title=''/><author><name>Genieve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/51/23/3373215/3057490304507s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24169829.post-5311038424481469316</id><published>2008-06-16T22:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T22:44:00.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dearest precious,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; dinner at ichiban sushi last night was awesome followed by a thrilling movie ' the happening'. the days now seem longer than before and life feels really empty. there's hardly anything to do and i feel terribly incomplete. its just boredom. monotonous...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Past few days been pretty weird for some odd reasons. Well, all i can make out of it is "fat,IRRITATING, fat fat fat IRRITATING,annoying,fat,ugly,very ugly,fat,fat,fat,fat, very funny looking,irrtiating, *munnthikithey* fat,fat,irritating, seein smone, fat, fat, fat, irritating, and all the harsh unhappy irritated not interested voice tones and gestures knowingly or unknowingly ......ugh just kills the self esteem totally. Scoldings.. haaaa.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, when the days seem longer and with shift works and less or no time for proper communications or less time for future meet ups its always just fear. And the tear tap just wouldnt stop, would it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No replies.. no calls.. no nothing... not worth the 5cents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tell me im wrong to feel this way.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and i'll acceptingly be sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24169829-5311038424481469316?l=exquisite-femme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exquisite-femme.blogspot.com/feeds/5311038424481469316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24169829&amp;postID=5311038424481469316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169829/posts/default/5311038424481469316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169829/posts/default/5311038424481469316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exquisite-femme.blogspot.com/2008/06/dearest-precious-dinner-at-ichiban.html' title=''/><author><name>Genieve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/51/23/3373215/3057490304507s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24169829.post-4855418458096434942</id><published>2008-06-15T00:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T01:27:56.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>dearest,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  when he looks at you, he realized how beautiful you are even if you're ugly to the rest of the world. you're beautiful in his eyes. when he talks to you, he watches your eye speak. he smiles for the beautiful lips. he sees the structure of your lips.. as beautiful... he looks at you closely and detailed. everything counts. everything about you, is beautiful to him.. the way you talk, smile look.. stare... sneeze.. sleep.. laugh... walk.. everything. even when you dont speak a word... u're beautiful... and it hurts so much.. when you know.. the person you adore the most doesnt see you this way and he makes you feel inferior to others unknowingly. it hurts the most when you know, he'd rather make someone else feel beautiful than you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how everyone wishes they'd find someone who makes them feel beautiful right? :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24169829-4855418458096434942?l=exquisite-femme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exquisite-femme.blogspot.com/feeds/4855418458096434942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24169829&amp;postID=4855418458096434942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169829/posts/default/4855418458096434942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169829/posts/default/4855418458096434942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exquisite-femme.blogspot.com/2008/06/dearest-when-he-looks-at-you-he.html' title=''/><author><name>Genieve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/51/23/3373215/3057490304507s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24169829.post-1221040720747293086</id><published>2008-06-12T13:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T13:46:17.278+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dearest,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I'm planning to &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;move&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Anyhow, on the 10th got my pay! Met max and we headed for dinner. It was located at little india's khansana? I'm not very sure of the name! Good southern and northern indian food. Yummy Yummy. Cabbed back home for a nightful of cuddles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; At work now! It's training and its good because this trainer is good. There's a test later and I know i'd flop it but its okay. I've both my 2girls on my left and right and we might pull through it.&lt;br /&gt;heh! Ooooh whee! I'm feeeeling temperementally high. too much of sportade maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need extra dosage of G O S S I P G I R L S!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;different .. sudden changes in reaction and body language. mind speaks of the answer the heart skips to think otherwise. well if its happening all over.  . .  id cry for yesterdays for the happy faced people. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24169829-1221040720747293086?l=exquisite-femme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exquisite-femme.blogspot.com/feeds/1221040720747293086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24169829&amp;postID=1221040720747293086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169829/posts/default/1221040720747293086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169829/posts/default/1221040720747293086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exquisite-femme.blogspot.com/2008/06/dearest-im-planning-to-move.html' title=''/><author><name>Genieve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/51/23/3373215/3057490304507s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24169829.post-5240923384253121022</id><published>2008-06-06T10:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T11:00:22.521+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dearest precious,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So recently, Jeev was in sg and we met him up. twice, i reckon. It was good. He's so funny and i bet they had a great time bullying me. komalas ice cream is still very yummy! :D&lt;br /&gt; we headed to harry's for drinks. Yesterday was store meeting and we had dinner at sudanese indon rest. yummmy. yum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is completely pointless but who cares, its grad today. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24169829-5240923384253121022?l=exquisite-femme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exquisite-femme.blogspot.com/feeds/5240923384253121022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24169829&amp;postID=5240923384253121022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169829/posts/default/5240923384253121022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169829/posts/default/5240923384253121022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exquisite-femme.blogspot.com/2008/06/dearest-precious-so-recently-jeev-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Genieve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/51/23/3373215/3057490304507s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24169829.post-4400083280315075266</id><published>2008-06-03T11:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T11:49:25.277+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dearest,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for coming down to workplace and having lunch with me :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24169829-4400083280315075266?l=exquisite-femme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exquisite-femme.blogspot.com/feeds/4400083280315075266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24169829&amp;postID=4400083280315075266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169829/posts/default/4400083280315075266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169829/posts/default/4400083280315075266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exquisite-femme.blogspot.com/2008/06/dearest-thanks-for-coming-down-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Genieve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/51/23/3373215/3057490304507s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24169829.post-724859754902821803</id><published>2008-06-02T01:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T01:07:51.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Walking in circles over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've realized only today, as I watched time past and let tear roll down my fat cheeks.&lt;br /&gt;I'm like a jigsaw part trying to be fixed into the jigsaw puzzle,&lt;br /&gt;just that all along i was on the wrong puzzle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why do I go each and every extra mile even when at the very end of the day,&lt;br /&gt;i turn in, incomplete?&lt;br /&gt;It's back to work routine tmr and i hope i'd get stronger by the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and here's a song to self.&lt;br /&gt;" i'd give my all, to have... just one more night with you"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24169829-724859754902821803?l=exquisite-femme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exquisite-femme.blogspot.com/feeds/724859754902821803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24169829&amp;postID=724859754902821803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169829/posts/default/724859754902821803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169829/posts/default/724859754902821803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exquisite-femme.blogspot.com/2008/06/walking-in-circles-over-and-over-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Genieve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/51/23/3373215/3057490304507s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24169829.post-7467004087898380161</id><published>2008-06-01T11:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T11:25:12.199+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dearest Precious,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work just traps you in her hetic schedules and she just dries you of all your energy. Now I'm wishing I had taken up an office job because its seriously manyfolds better. TOTALLY. At least i'd have my every weekends to myself and i dont have to work on public holidays and id end work almost the same time every single working day. hell yeah, im complaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She traps me up each time and every minute- delayed works me out and i'd be placed on an edge. It's quite an emotional rollercoaster ride. Each free seconds I have, i'd wish to do something I'd prefer doing and should I get turned down .. .  it feels horrible. But perhaps, it's all in the game of life the feelings thoughts... situations... It feels like, now that my ample of free time is taken up working ... in that many many hours im losing out on something else...  and eventually, i'm lose it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been two weeks now and I haven't adapted to it. I'm supposing it'll all go fine. I'm waiting for the pay!! I miss all of you. This up coming friday the 6th is going to be one of the special days in my life with the impt people in my life (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday was spent eating cheese stick breads and falling asleep infront of the tv o'vr at his place til l'tr at night headed down to have dinner @ komalas with shrek and max. I love the ice cream there! After they had a really good time bullying me we headed down to chijmes- harry's.&lt;br /&gt;Coconut-ini was really really nice and a little strong.heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sugar rushes dreams. imu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G! from GG (not georgina from gossip girls)&lt;br /&gt;xoxoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24169829-7467004087898380161?l=exquisite-femme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exquisite-femme.blogspot.com/feeds/7467004087898380161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24169829&amp;postID=7467004087898380161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169829/posts/default/7467004087898380161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169829/posts/default/7467004087898380161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exquisite-femme.blogspot.com/2008/06/dearest-precious-work-just-traps-you-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Genieve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/51/23/3373215/3057490304507s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24169829.post-2252307353748755145</id><published>2008-05-20T02:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T02:07:04.611+08:00</updated><title type='text'>19th may</title><content type='html'>Dear God,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank you for today cause its one of the many days i'd never forget. Thank you for giving me the wonderful people in my life whom i create wonderful memories with. Since its vesak day and also officially the last holiday for me, max spent the entire day with me. I met up with ush to pass her, her bdae gift and later met max and vj for some photography session. The weather was a completely turn off. It got us sticky,tired and just [insert word here]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Well, I wished the weather was better, and that we had more time to wonder around the jurong lake and chinese/japanese garden. There will come another day when we can venture these areas for more photography sessions. Well, in the midst of the sorching hot weather the best thing to do is to dip ourselves into the swimming pool. so we headed down to wdlnds sports complex and spent hours there 'swimming away'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just when life feels almost complete, you realize the million complications and its all about heartaches and hardworks. screw you. So here it is, the big day in a couple of hours time. Day one of work. CHANGES IS THE ONLY CONSTANT. HOW IRONIC. I dont want anything to change, not just yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPPYY BIRTHDAY DEAREST FAN SHIQIN, SARA :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24169829-2252307353748755145?l=exquisite-femme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exquisite-femme.blogspot.com/feeds/2252307353748755145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24169829&amp;postID=2252307353748755145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169829/posts/default/2252307353748755145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169829/posts/default/2252307353748755145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exquisite-femme.blogspot.com/2008/05/19th-may.html' title='19th may'/><author><name>Genieve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/51/23/3373215/3057490304507s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24169829.post-4168848410162673454</id><published>2008-05-19T03:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T03:30:25.318+08:00</updated><title type='text'>baby, beautiful you are.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Have you ever felt like you were part of  'something' like for an example a grp &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;which you arent supposed to be part of.&lt;br /&gt;Have youe ver felt like you werent part of something although you were part of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;complicating?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thats the word.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;since its 3.29AM its alr the 19th.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so happy vesak day all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;IVE GOT ONE LAST OFFICIAL HOLIDAY  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and im going to spend the whole day with my dearest!&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;work, here i come 1 more day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24169829-4168848410162673454?l=exquisite-femme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exquisite-femme.blogspot.com/feeds/4168848410162673454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24169829&amp;postID=4168848410162673454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169829/posts/default/4168848410162673454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169829/posts/default/4168848410162673454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exquisite-femme.blogspot.com/2008/05/baby-beautiful-you-are.html' title='baby, beautiful you are.'/><author><name>Genieve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/51/23/3373215/3057490304507s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24169829.post-4999528655033196635</id><published>2008-05-13T14:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T14:31:24.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;12th may.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 18th birthday Ushalini. (shalu)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And today I fed you, you know id be scribbling this down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I remember the first time i fed you, "western chicken wing-rice"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and the movie, what was it? deepavali ?&lt;br /&gt;nyeh nyeh nyeh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've got exactly 7 days before i start working and life is going to change&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But im going to hold on to everything as it is &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;because i hate having to change so much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i need more of everything i have now &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to be there when i start working&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;its just going to suck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ive to do the graduation preparations to the work preparations&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and 7days is not enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and right now, i need a bigg hug.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i miss intan,jessie,sam and fana.&lt;br /&gt;infact, i miss pratheep.&lt;br /&gt;I miss nurnoi, mai, nas,khalid,sasha,raudha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and that whole secondary clique.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i miss all the troubles and nonsense.&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/24169829-4999528655033196635?l=exquisite-femme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exquisite-femme.blogspot.com/feeds/4999528655033196635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24169829&amp;postID=4999528655033196635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169829/posts/default/4999528655033196635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169829/posts/default/4999528655033196635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exquisite-femme.blogspot.com/2008/05/12th-may.html' title=''/><author><name>Genieve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/51/23/3373215/3057490304507s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24169829.post-978675342485350021</id><published>2008-05-13T14:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T14:27:13.041+08:00</updated><title type='text'>9th may</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;9th of may.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best thing to do when its raining is to hug the one you adore to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;the feeling is eccentric.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the way things always fall in place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;like how the hands just fit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and the warmth is adequate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;its the best place to sleep! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;why does it always rain when i have sleepovers?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24169829-978675342485350021?l=exquisite-femme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exquisite-femme.blogspot.com/feeds/978675342485350021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24169829&amp;postID=978675342485350021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169829/posts/default/978675342485350021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169829/posts/default/978675342485350021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exquisite-femme.blogspot.com/2008/05/9th-may.html' title='9th may'/><author><name>Genieve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/51/23/3373215/3057490304507s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24169829.post-4420916001672819771</id><published>2008-05-07T02:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T02:45:52.787+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;5th may 2008&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GuUjJk2z06Q/SCCmbXf_7vI/AAAAAAAAArc/9XY9Lo9c69o/s1600-h/BLOG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197336959080460018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GuUjJk2z06Q/SCCmbXf_7vI/AAAAAAAAArc/9XY9Lo9c69o/s400/BLOG.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Once in awhile, its nice to know you've got someone to hold.&lt;br /&gt;The long miserable days are over now that you're back.&lt;br /&gt;and tonight was [insert word]&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss you forever and ever more.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24169829-4420916001672819771?l=exquisite-femme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exquisite-femme.blogspot.com/feeds/4420916001672819771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24169829&amp;postID=4420916001672819771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169829/posts/default/4420916001672819771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169829/posts/default/4420916001672819771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exquisite-femme.blogspot.com/2008/05/5th-may-2008-once-in-awhile-its-nice-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Genieve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/51/23/3373215/3057490304507s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GuUjJk2z06Q/SCCmbXf_7vI/AAAAAAAAArc/9XY9Lo9c69o/s72-c/BLOG.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24169829.post-671220128212109179</id><published>2008-05-05T15:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T15:36:47.727+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Trapped in the world of darkness/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;atmosphere filled with warmth/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;but somewhere right from within/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;a little voice speaks of fear/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Where's the love we always longed for/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;how do we know what exactly to feel/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;why are the days so long now/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;how do i know, where are you /&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;do you hear the little voices speak/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;of the pain it feels inside/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;do you hear the little boy weep/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;of the what chokes him in his sleeps/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;do you hear the little boy say/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;he's out to live this moment/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;do you hear the little boy say/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;mummy hold me tight/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;do you hear the little boy say/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;i do all for you/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;do you hear the little boy say/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;ive got no other options/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;do you hear the little boy say/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;im in this alone/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;do you hear the little boy say/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;baby, its all over/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;do you hear the little boy say/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;tmr's not the same/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;do you hear the little boy say/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;tmr's mine to make.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;do you hear the old man talk/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;its up to you do create/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;do you hear the old man talk/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;i'd whip you if you misbehave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...................................................................... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24169829-671220128212109179?l=exquisite-femme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exquisite-femme.blogspot.com/feeds/671220128212109179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24169829&amp;postID=671220128212109179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169829/posts/default/671220128212109179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169829/posts/default/671220128212109179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exquisite-femme.blogspot.com/2008/05/trapped-in-world-of-darkness-atmosphere.html' title=''/><author><name>Genieve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/51/23/3373215/3057490304507s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24169829.post-4029471609929816370</id><published>2008-05-04T00:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T00:49:44.002+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I MISSSSSSSSS YOU</title><content type='html'>Here Without You lyrics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A hundred days have made me older&lt;br /&gt;Since the last time that I saw your pretty face&lt;br /&gt;A thousand lies have made me colder&lt;br /&gt;And I don't think I can look at this the same&lt;br /&gt;But all the miles that separate&lt;br /&gt;Disappear now when I'm dreaming of your face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm here without you baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But you're still on my lonely mind&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think about you baby&lt;br /&gt;And I dream about you all the time&lt;br /&gt;I'm here without you baby&lt;br /&gt;But you're still with me in my dreams&lt;br /&gt;And tonight it's only you and me&lt;br /&gt;The miles just keep rollin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the people leave their way to say hello&lt;br /&gt;I've heard this life is overrated&lt;br /&gt;But I hope that it gets better as we go&lt;br /&gt;I'm here without you baby&lt;br /&gt;But you're still on my lonely mind&lt;br /&gt;I think about you baby&lt;br /&gt;And I dream about you all the time&lt;br /&gt;I'm here without you baby&lt;br /&gt;But you're still with me in my dreams&lt;br /&gt;And tonight boy its only you and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything I know, and anywhere I go&lt;br /&gt;It gets hard but it wont take away my love&lt;br /&gt;And when the last one falls&lt;br /&gt;When it's all said and done&lt;br /&gt;It gets hard but it wont take away my love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I MISS YOU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24169829-4029471609929816370?l=exquisite-femme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exquisite-femme.blogspot.com/feeds/4029471609929816370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24169829&amp;postID=4029471609929816370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169829/posts/default/4029471609929816370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169829/posts/default/4029471609929816370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exquisite-femme.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-misssssssss-you.html' title='I MISSSSSSSSS YOU'/><author><name>Genieve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/51/23/3373215/3057490304507s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24169829.post-3301850774215587583</id><published>2008-04-26T02:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T02:04:54.157+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>dearest,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grey's anatomy is back and it rocks :D&lt;br /&gt;and lately i've been watching gossip girls!&lt;br /&gt;Starhub, here i come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24169829-3301850774215587583?l=exquisite-femme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exquisite-femme.blogspot.com/feeds/3301850774215587583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24169829&amp;postID=3301850774215587583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169829/posts/default/3301850774215587583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169829/posts/default/3301850774215587583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exquisite-femme.blogspot.com/2008/04/dearest-greys-anatomy-is-back-and-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Genieve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/51/23/3373215/3057490304507s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24169829.post-7775703458386270252</id><published>2008-04-26T01:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T02:02:43.821+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dearest,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't mad at you. I was just hurt.&lt;br /&gt;And the last time you were mad at me was just two days before.&lt;br /&gt;and now that we met again, there you were mad at me.&lt;br /&gt; h u r t h u r t h u r t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I didnt want to go to the guilin.&lt;br /&gt;I didnt want to go to the lake.&lt;br /&gt;I didnt want to go to westcoastpark&lt;br /&gt;I didnt want to go home.&lt;br /&gt;I could've called up someone and met up with them.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to be alone.&lt;br /&gt;But where was I to go?&lt;br /&gt;I walked around bktgmbk countless times coming back to point A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So eventually i got tired of walking in circles and i decided to walk home frm bbdc.&lt;br /&gt;Almost successful til i reached je temple&lt;br /&gt;thanks for taking the effort to come and look for me.&lt;br /&gt;thankyou.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24169829-7775703458386270252?l=exquisite-femme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exquisite-femme.blogspot.com/feeds/7775703458386270252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24169829&amp;postID=7775703458386270252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169829/posts/default/7775703458386270252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169829/posts/default/7775703458386270252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exquisite-femme.blogspot.com/2008/04/dearest-i-wasnt-mad-at-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Genieve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/51/23/3373215/3057490304507s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24169829.post-4143756594928172710</id><published>2008-04-22T13:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T14:01:01.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dearest,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I called max at 1230 since he was heading to the doc, and its 2pm already, I havent heard from him. Ugh! Hope those beautiful eyes are doing just fine. My sister's in the A&amp;amp;E for the usual clumpsy reasons. And she too havent called back. How they seriously make me so, very worried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAMUNAH - do you still blog?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's a random shoutout. I've been standing reasonably still on the shaky grounds. It's more than just an emotional battle. I just can't explain or justify myself. Things at home ain't good and life's a complete bore since i'm out of school and am still slacking around instead of looking for a job. I was planning to keep myself free til after my sister's birthday so that i could be of some help to the family. I still get overrated pressure from the paradize and unfortunately, even when i leave home. Now, with no where to be, where do I go when i'm lonely, I follow you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I can't believe anyone's even reading this sensless journals. For those woman out there, throw your hands up in the air! And now do as I say. Read the book 'burnt toast' by teri hatcher. It's nothing brilliant but novels bring you a long way back and i'm sure its a good book (:&lt;br /&gt;At least, I've been doing my soul-searching in a much realistic professional way ever since i read it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;ugh. goodbye!&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/24169829-4143756594928172710?l=exquisite-femme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exquisite-femme.blogspot.com/feeds/4143756594928172710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24169829&amp;postID=4143756594928172710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169829/posts/default/4143756594928172710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169829/posts/default/4143756594928172710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exquisite-femme.blogspot.com/2008/04/dearest-i-called-max-at-1230-since-he.html' title=''/><author><name>Genieve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/51/23/3373215/3057490304507s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24169829.post-1085529841983693266</id><published>2008-04-17T17:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T18:00:38.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>dearest,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the thing is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i cant force myself to do something i dont want to do .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;actually i can force myself to do something i dont actually want to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but the point is,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;this time, i just cannot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cannot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i don want to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;goodbye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;life just sucks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24169829-1085529841983693266?l=exquisite-femme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exquisite-femme.blogspot.com/feeds/1085529841983693266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24169829&amp;postID=1085529841983693266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169829/posts/default/1085529841983693266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169829/posts/default/1085529841983693266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exquisite-femme.blogspot.com/2008/04/dearest-thing-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Genieve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/51/23/3373215/3057490304507s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24169829.post-141695914274024693</id><published>2008-04-13T23:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T23:42:58.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye to you.</title><content type='html'>Dearest Precious,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;  Someone once told me, that happiness doesn't come to you,&lt;br /&gt;you ought to chase for your own happiness, and that's what I'm doing.&lt;br /&gt;And I replied, that's why I'm chasing you.&lt;br /&gt;The person just smirked/smiled and looked away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After very long later,&lt;br /&gt;it's only now I realize. . .&lt;br /&gt;What gave me happiness..&lt;br /&gt;is this person.&lt;br /&gt;But I wasnt what gave this person their happiness&lt;br /&gt;cause this person was ought there chasing for it, e l s e w h e r e.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;well i guess, point proven- half the time what you feel about someone is not how they feel abt u. everyone has different plans and sometimes its just mistaken.&lt;br /&gt;my happiness was you, but i wasnt your happiness.&lt;br /&gt;okay, maybe im misinterpreting it but guess &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ive given everything&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;im &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;left&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;with&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;only &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;this&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;goodbye.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/24169829-141695914274024693?l=exquisite-femme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exquisite-femme.blogspot.com/feeds/141695914274024693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24169829&amp;postID=141695914274024693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169829/posts/default/141695914274024693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169829/posts/default/141695914274024693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exquisite-femme.blogspot.com/2008/04/goodbye-to-you.html' title='Goodbye to you.'/><author><name>Genieve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/51/23/3373215/3057490304507s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24169829.post-4475250111506183342</id><published>2008-04-01T02:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T02:37:52.475+08:00</updated><title type='text'>everyone makes mistakes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the truth about truth is that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it hurts so we lie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it either prevails or it hurts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and the truth about truth is that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GUYS-SUCK!&lt;br /&gt;guys-suck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;guys-suck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and i've said this since october 2006 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and they're all the same &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so no body's going to change that impression&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;not anytime soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;shoot me for all you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;partially&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; MOVED!&lt;br /&gt;(to a friends only post!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s everyone makes mistake.&lt;br /&gt;sometime they make it once,twice or more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'm a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;COMPLETE FAILURE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and this is when &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;life gets totally demoralizing and is full of regrets! thank you very very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24169829-4475250111506183342?l=exquisite-femme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exquisite-femme.blogspot.com/feeds/4475250111506183342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24169829&amp;postID=4475250111506183342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169829/posts/default/4475250111506183342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169829/posts/default/4475250111506183342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exquisite-femme.blogspot.com/2008/04/everyone-makes-mistakes.html' title='everyone makes mistakes'/><author><name>Genieve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/51/23/3373215/3057490304507s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24169829.post-306748126491036813</id><published>2008-03-28T13:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T13:16:28.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DRUNK MOMENTS</title><content type='html'>Dearest,&lt;br /&gt;  I wish I could, sit by the waters and dream my life away. And im starting to wonder, if there is anybody who really reads this blog. it's so dead unlikes before.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24169829-306748126491036813?l=exquisite-femme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exquisite-femme.blogspot.com/feeds/306748126491036813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24169829&amp;postID=306748126491036813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169829/posts/default/306748126491036813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169829/posts/default/306748126491036813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exquisite-femme.blogspot.com/2008/03/drunk-moments.html' title='DRUNK MOMENTS'/><author><name>Genieve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/51/23/3373215/3057490304507s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24169829.post-3145167450455172621</id><published>2008-03-26T01:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T01:50:07.762+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YOU</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Dearest,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;is&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;true&lt;em&gt;,&lt;/em&gt; i've never been this way before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it is true, that i come clean to you, completely open&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;because i dont hide anything from you, at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you're my diary, just in a different way...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cause i always verbally rant every single thing to you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and at the end of the day,&lt;br /&gt;i feel like i'm done with the ranting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that i dont even need to blog. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is true, that a straight-forward person became completely shut silent. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;there always is a reason.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;even if i never felt THAT way,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i never could express myself&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;because&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when you know you're going to lose someone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you'd rather keep your mouth shut &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and not say a single thing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;just try to wipe the tears away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and force a smile &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;because at the very end of the day,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the person might want to walk away to move on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and either way, right or wrong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you know you're going to lose the person. . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;people after you come looking for love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and they enjoy your company&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and its ever so easy to just keep moving on,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;walking away from you, for them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;because, they came for love.&lt;br /&gt;(I am no one to judge,agreed)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;PERHAPS?&lt;br /&gt;I came looking for you.&lt;br /&gt;Looking for a person who will look out for me..&lt;br /&gt;looking for someone to share my everything with&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i came looking for something that reminded me, of me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and that is why, I cant just walk away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Im honest, even this moment,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i've tried and im tired.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"no one understands, no one truly understood, not now not before.. no one at all"&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24169829-3145167450455172621?l=exquisite-femme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exquisite-femme.blogspot.com/feeds/3145167450455172621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24169829&amp;postID=3145167450455172621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169829/posts/default/3145167450455172621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169829/posts/default/3145167450455172621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exquisite-femme.blogspot.com/2008/03/you_26.html' title='YOU'/><author><name>Genieve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/51/23/3373215/3057490304507s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24169829.post-5459202780178761821</id><published>2008-03-24T20:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T20:41:59.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Friday&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Good friday was good. Apart from heading to church at 7plus in the morning and returning home to have boredom screaming at my face - theboy got me out when I could've been sitting on my own at wcp enjoying the beauty of nature. Headed to town with him, kish, slick and sand! We went to cine level9, and playyed taboooooo. It was definitely very fun and id say, the best team is WE GIRLS(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;It was the girls day out and the only person missing was Sara! So the five of us heading to bugis to shop! We've each got a new similar top, bimbotic? lol. Decided to walk to PS. So we walked til little India and it started to pour and we got drenched head to toe. Fish was romantic enough to hug me whereas sand was disgusted. Ps:the best thing to do in the rain, is to hug or kiss! try it!!&lt;br /&gt;After lingering at PS met up with my siblings to catch STEP UP 2. it was awesome!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Easter sunday. Church.Lunch with family. Finally went all the way out, travelled(which often, i'm very lazy to do) and met up with my puppy and bunny! Spent afew hours with them and later met theboy and kish. Today was the ride-g-around-singapore-day and I definitely was loving it. Biking everywhere we go (:  the friday clan went over to fish's house and bid her goodbye as she was going to go for a short vietnam trip.Spent ample of time with my dearies. Headed to the boy's place for awhile and later to kish's to catch the manu vs livrpl match. Like always, manutd won (:  thankyou all for making today so special. love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. I HATE THIS POST BECAUSE I FEEL IT MAKES NO SENSE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24169829-5459202780178761821?l=exquisite-femme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exquisite-femme.blogspot.com/feeds/5459202780178761821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24169829&amp;postID=5459202780178761821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169829/posts/default/5459202780178761821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169829/posts/default/5459202780178761821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exquisite-femme.blogspot.com/2008/03/friday.html' title=''/><author><name>Genieve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/51/23/3373215/3057490304507s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24169829.post-684618924753180891</id><published>2008-03-19T13:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T13:17:37.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>West Coast Park</title><content type='html'>Dearest,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GuUjJk2z06Q/R-Cg0lhDG2I/AAAAAAAAArU/SIC82jpYMaQ/s1600-h/1491311966_283d5538a2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179316396760439650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GuUjJk2z06Q/R-Cg0lhDG2I/AAAAAAAAArU/SIC82jpYMaQ/s400/1491311966_283d5538a2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;West coast park, sunset.&lt;br /&gt;After the construction, this place looks super beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;I'd even dare to say, i'm starting to love it here more than the jurong lake.&lt;br /&gt;It is worth creating some new memories.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I did say, I was with the wrong person in such a beautiful place.&lt;br /&gt; I would have wished it was someone else...&lt;br /&gt;and today, yesterday's memory so vivid.&lt;br /&gt;It was one of the best nights with you after a long long time.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you my darling oinky.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24169829-684618924753180891?l=exquisite-femme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exquisite-femme.blogspot.com/feeds/684618924753180891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24169829&amp;postID=684618924753180891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169829/posts/default/684618924753180891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169829/posts/default/684618924753180891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exquisite-femme.blogspot.com/2008/03/west-coast-park.html' title='West Coast Park'/><author><name>Genieve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/51/23/3373215/3057490304507s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GuUjJk2z06Q/R-Cg0lhDG2I/AAAAAAAAArU/SIC82jpYMaQ/s72-c/1491311966_283d5538a2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24169829.post-8097809128341486894</id><published>2008-03-17T00:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T00:58:54.959+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dearest,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, saturday..&lt;br /&gt;was a long day. I did not sleep since thursday and was grey's anatomy marathoning and had my little cousin and aryan disturbing me through the whole morning. Spent some good time and rushed to meet Sindhu &amp;amp; Tasha at town. It was good. Our first time meeting after 3 such meet ups failed for whatever reasons. Nevertheless, I had so much of fun. We walked to cityhall from town and slacked after everything was over. Sindhu's like my shadow, maybe not exactly one that's walking with me,although she actually is but probably one who's life events are just similar to mine. Ironic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I loved the water,the candyfloss,you and &lt;s&gt;ciggs&lt;/s&gt;. oh and of course, pictures&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed to the temple later on with Karthigesan and Priya and had a good catch up there. So he isnt shy anymore and we girls just love tagteams. I sometimes sit to wonder how friendship grows with time. It's just a simple gesture that starts it,perhaps. Karthig's been a really good friend for about 6-7 years now. Beautiful....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I loved the way ya'll said no, when i wanted it to rain, and how your faces were gloomy when it rained the moment i said it would. i love the rain&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met the boy for less than an hour to pass him the stuffs after the archana i did for him. Life just has to get better right.Seek not much,but just the presence cause it-alone makes up everything.&lt;br /&gt;What's before me is unknown but more afraid than anxious I am&lt;strong&gt; sometimes&lt;/strong&gt;, to think about how everyone's roads will go separate ways . . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24169829-8097809128341486894?l=exquisite-femme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exquisite-femme.blogspot.com/feeds/8097809128341486894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24169829&amp;postID=8097809128341486894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169829/posts/default/8097809128341486894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169829/posts/default/8097809128341486894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exquisite-femme.blogspot.com/2008/03/dearest-yesterday-saturday.html' title=''/><author><name>Genieve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/51/23/3373215/3057490304507s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24169829.post-2178829867006595436</id><published>2008-03-14T18:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T18:18:17.075+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GRADUATED!</title><content type='html'>Dearest,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; So everyone knows I was the one standing outside the exam hall still flipping through the notes hoping to absorb at least abit so that I may pass. And I also was the one who came out of the exam hall within or right after the first hour of the 3hour-papers and .. okay I shall not go back 'into' the ugly moments . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; I'VE GRADUATED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all the matters with relatively good grades.&lt;br /&gt;I'm completely elated! We've made it friends!&lt;br /&gt;For whoever it may concern ; you've got one more chance to prove yourself&lt;br /&gt;I'm got good faith in ya'll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm 18years old and 4 months old&lt;br /&gt;I've got my diploma on my hand.&lt;br /&gt;First achievment,first step to my success stone.&lt;br /&gt;Now, i can dream dream dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s i love you. thanks for the support&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24169829-2178829867006595436?l=exquisite-femme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exquisite-femme.blogspot.com/feeds/2178829867006595436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24169829&amp;postID=2178829867006595436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169829/posts/default/2178829867006595436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169829/posts/default/2178829867006595436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exquisite-femme.blogspot.com/2008/03/graduated.html' title='GRADUATED!'/><author><name>Genieve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/51/23/3373215/3057490304507s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24169829.post-3717192350894101459</id><published>2008-03-13T02:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T02:52:46.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>13th march</title><content type='html'>Dearest,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Now is 2.43am it's already the 13th march. One more day and I must face the judgement day. I'm honestly freaking out cause only I know what I was going through during revisions. Nevertheless I'm still hoping, keeping my fingers crossed that my friends and I would pass together this friday itself. I bet you know how neverous and quite not anxious i am about the 14th. goodluck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Seminar was good. I totally understood everything, the strategic plans and everything and I found it interesting pretty captivating making my brains work to think . . sarvesh on the other hand was dead bored and lost. However, i'm pretty much sure, this plan wouldnt all exactly be successful. We got stalked. It's getting really annoying to be stalked by a complete stranger. Not my first encounter but im starting to think, why me. Why when Im around or anything related to me. Easy target? I hope not cause i'm seriously going to vent it all out on any new stalkers. I still remember what dheep told me after my first such encounter. Dont try me, you so going to regret! HAHAHAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Cravings for prata led us to yishun to meet up with kish,sis and cousin. Yummy eggcheeseprata!! Had a good talk and headed back home. I really want to pass and graduate cause im not in study mood anymore. I really want to have some good catch up with Mokan, Jessie,Intan and a few others like how i managed to catch up with Asrenee earlier on. And, i really want to meet up with Sindhu my little one! I hope our 3rd try to meet up will be successful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s what you do not know is what you've yet to know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24169829-3717192350894101459?l=exquisite-femme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exquisite-femme.blogspot.com/feeds/3717192350894101459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24169829&amp;postID=3717192350894101459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169829/posts/default/3717192350894101459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169829/posts/default/3717192350894101459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exquisite-femme.blogspot.com/2008/03/13th-march.html' title='13th march'/><author><name>Genieve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/51/23/3373215/3057490304507s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24169829.post-9193631507626046760</id><published>2008-03-12T13:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T13:33:18.414+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2days to the 14th</title><content type='html'>Dearest,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Yesterday was a pretty much unplanned day. I'm all so dark and burnt since the camp and the flu and cold weather isn't of any good. Boredom is all I see in the silence. Well the only good thing I did was to drag myself to woodlands to meet theboy and there, I bumped into Latz,Pavitra and Hema. It's beeeen long, actually not. The last time we met was thaipusam or vday which ever, the latter. And very much unexpectedly, Geshy was there too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I met theboy and we caught 10,000 bc! Yepp! I very much wanted to catch that after comtemplating between water horse and 10 000 bc last week. So now, i've caught both the movies!Next up shall be, Step up2 and Horton please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two more days and it'll be results. It'll also mark the 365th day of a beautiful journey I &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;had&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; been through. I just hope it'll be good news otherwise, it'll be a double emotional crasher!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Til then, I hope tonight's seminar will give me a scholorship!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24169829-9193631507626046760?l=exquisite-femme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exquisite-femme.blogspot.com/feeds/9193631507626046760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24169829&amp;postID=9193631507626046760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169829/posts/default/9193631507626046760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169829/posts/default/9193631507626046760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exquisite-femme.blogspot.com/2008/03/2days-to-14th.html' title='2days to the 14th'/><author><name>Genieve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/51/23/3373215/3057490304507s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24169829.post-5282358232656914891</id><published>2008-03-10T22:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T22:23:53.959+08:00</updated><title type='text'>one week break, chalet n camp</title><content type='html'>Dearest,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One week break was indeed what I needed. Spent the first few days at Beach club, Chalet with my coursemates. It may/not be the last time we'd gather together like this. I had a great time getting to know some of them who I never spoke to, spending lots of time with those i've always treasured and this is when I'd say, I'm truly going to miss them all. And it includes SARA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176115976110021458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GuUjJk2z06Q/R9VCDlhDG1I/AAAAAAAAArM/w90RB8JzMvI/s400/DSC02108.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176114966792706882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GuUjJk2z06Q/R9VBI1hDG0I/AAAAAAAAArE/4ZYbYEISAvE/s400/DSC02173.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;After checking out I brought the boy to the doctor and spent some time with him. We bought a tent(:  I'm waiting for the picnic and late night outs now under the clear blue sky with millions of stars and of course the brightest one by my side. We together with Kish and Sarvesh caught the movie ' waterhorse'. Not bad, i'd say. So the following day was camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I had my girlfriends there. Honestly, it was pretty monotonous. Camp spirits were kinda low but being in kish's group with Usha and Misha was good! I was a glutton on all the nights eating macs at the wrong time of the night. East coast was fun though. The sorching sun dampened the mood though! It was seriously super super sorching hot and it literally was burning our skins. Most of us were dehydrating because it was seriously, dry and hot. I couldnt' even sit in the tent of 5minutes cause it was too hot even in there. Returning back to school, with such dark skin and wobbly legs, I indeed had a pleasant surprise. Guessed it right, it was the boy! We camped awhile more and I had my eyes on the DJ who was non other than the boy himself. After everything we all had macs and slacked past midnight.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; Sue, fish and I were sitting on the stairs and later everyone started joining in and they were singing talking and slacking through the night. I was getting sick . . i could feel it and so I headed to catch some sleep with fish. It was all good. The boy woke me up at 5ish am and we left for home. Biking home in the cold cold morning was just wonderful even though half the time i was just clinging onto him and falling asleep, i love bike rides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, that was a long bragging post just so those who've been saying I havent updated have a good time reading! well then, one whole week of being out of the house was sufficient and i'm down with flu and fever now tht will keep me indoors for some time.14th is coming up. Going to be the results day, and also some kinda emotional ride day. I got pull myself together, cause I'm stronggggggg!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;P.S : I won you in UNO (: now we' know it we're both winners.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24169829-5282358232656914891?l=exquisite-femme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exquisite-femme.blogspot.com/feeds/5282358232656914891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24169829&amp;postID=5282358232656914891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169829/posts/default/5282358232656914891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169829/posts/default/5282358232656914891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exquisite-femme.blogspot.com/2008/03/one-week-break-chalet-n-camp.html' title='one week break, chalet n camp'/><author><name>Genieve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/51/23/3373215/3057490304507s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GuUjJk2z06Q/R9VCDlhDG1I/AAAAAAAAArM/w90RB8JzMvI/s72-c/DSC02108.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24169829.post-8531648691399037636</id><published>2008-03-03T01:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T01:38:59.509+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dearest,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Exams are finally over. It's been a seriously tough time for me. With a family member being really ill, things just not fitting in place, issues rising . .  life has its downs and mine is always during exams I assume. Going to exam and coming out was different. For once, i was undergoing an emotional battle not to be calling someone and hearing that person give me the final boost of confidence. Battling so hard emotionally and i did make it but it really was distracting. I'm lucky to have great siblings who pick me up each time my mind decided to 'give up' on the examinations cause of everything that was happening. They cried with me shared our problems together and lifted me just abit, good enough then falling all at once!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the paper, went bowling and it was so much of funness at orchid country club! Kishore's mummy and sister,su,ush,fish,san,dheep,puva,vin,kish,muru,rosh . . . i hope i never leaved out anyone!! I'm going to be away for a short, secret getaway in and out of singapore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;boy,I appreciate you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;til then.&lt;br /&gt;PS. ILOVEYOU.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24169829-8531648691399037636?l=exquisite-femme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exquisite-femme.blogspot.com/feeds/8531648691399037636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24169829&amp;postID=8531648691399037636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169829/posts/default/8531648691399037636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169829/posts/default/8531648691399037636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exquisite-femme.blogspot.com/2008/03/dearest-exams-are-finally-over.html' title=''/><author><name>Genieve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/51/23/3373215/3057490304507s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24169829.post-5936638416006672954</id><published>2008-02-19T13:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T13:12:37.381+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear Precious,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It rained on me on Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;It rained on me on Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and since its been silence and emptyness&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It rained on me on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;It's raining on me today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is so FUCKING UNFAIR!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24169829-5936638416006672954?l=exquisite-femme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exquisite-femme.blogspot.com/feeds/5936638416006672954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24169829&amp;postID=5936638416006672954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169829/posts/default/5936638416006672954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169829/posts/default/5936638416006672954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exquisite-femme.blogspot.com/2008/02/dear-precious-it-rained-on-me-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Genieve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/51/23/3373215/3057490304507s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24169829.post-5769196397386480077</id><published>2008-02-15T13:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T14:21:59.644+08:00</updated><title type='text'>VALENTINE'S DAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GuUjJk2z06Q/R7Uswe0Id5I/AAAAAAAAAq8/R4yeaFM6-hg/s1600-h/cry_by_HNDE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167085358894577554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GuUjJk2z06Q/R7Uswe0Id5I/AAAAAAAAAq8/R4yeaFM6-hg/s400/cry_by_HNDE.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Dearest Precious,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy valentine's day. My day was filled with so much of drama or at least that's what Jes thinks it sounded like. I initially wanted to spend &lt;em&gt;today&lt;/em&gt;, alone. Time off cause it isn't just a valentine's day to me. It's the 14th it has so much more to this day. I wanted to watch P.S. I LOVE YOU &lt;em&gt;a ticket for one&lt;/em&gt; and have a drink and &lt;em&gt;candy floss&lt;/em&gt; by the esplanade river.Anyhow, my day had its extreme ups and extreme downs. Sarvesh,Sulaja,Menaka and Usha joined me for my movie! Well we were out only in the evening..We were all dolled up! Lunchtime was awesome and movie was good. I prefered the book. The book was manifold better! Even if you have seen the movie, go read the book! its superb. Sindhu did tel me that we'd for sure cry in the movie but she didnt tell me I would be crying even outside the theatre after the movie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i cried. why? All of us did . But i couldn't stop. Girls, its  a movie for you. and guys you can learn something from it too. Alot of things in the movie, the words, the actions the way they behaved they things that happened..the way 'holly' felt.. it just expressed me in a different perspective!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we cabbed down to chjimes's laviva bar to send the little one for work! Headed to 7/11 with only menaka to get drinks and headed to esplanade to meet the rest. Only rias was coming initially and menaka decided to join me after i smudged my eyeliner on  her blouse. . . but heh.&lt;br /&gt;Vijay,Rias,Puva,Pavitra,Dylan and Faeiz joined us too! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We drank ate candy floss had weee much of fun. I grew broke ate seafood so much and BROKE MY HEELS!! Terrific! I was like an idiot, in a beautiful dress .. limping.  Thanks pravin for getting me slippers, in white!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i hope my aunty is okay.&lt;br /&gt;goodbye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24169829-5769196397386480077?l=exquisite-femme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exquisite-femme.blogspot.com/feeds/5769196397386480077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24169829&amp;postID=5769196397386480077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169829/posts/default/5769196397386480077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169829/posts/default/5769196397386480077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exquisite-femme.blogspot.com/2008/02/valentines-day.html' title='VALENTINE&apos;S DAY'/><author><name>Genieve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/51/23/3373215/3057490304507s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GuUjJk2z06Q/R7Uswe0Id5I/AAAAAAAAAq8/R4yeaFM6-hg/s72-c/cry_by_HNDE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24169829.post-7719362834275711263</id><published>2008-02-01T01:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T01:47:14.148+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you know the pain of losing someone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;The pain of losing someone, to someone else?&lt;br /&gt;the pain of losing someone you never had.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the pain of losing someone you always wanted to have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the pain of losing someone whom you had and still have. . .&lt;br /&gt;the pain of losing someone, in a different way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've went through that, the whole of last year, one after another.&lt;br /&gt;and the &lt;strong&gt;ONLY&lt;/strong&gt; thing that made my year totally blissful&lt;br /&gt;was you &lt;strong&gt;boy&lt;/strong&gt;!(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the thought of losing someone hurts real bad.&lt;br /&gt;A few days back I dreamt of my grandmother calling me to follow her.&lt;br /&gt;I recall on the last day of her wake, when I finally took my nap after the rituals last year,&lt;br /&gt;someone pad me to sleep!&lt;br /&gt;There was no one, and i knew it was her.&lt;br /&gt;And when i'm down, I often hear her calling me &lt;em&gt;h o m e &lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;So well, then maybe, if anything happened to me someday&lt;br /&gt;please use my blog and tell everyone&lt;br /&gt;that no, i didnt just die, or suicide&lt;br /&gt;I went home to my granny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, someone passed away a week or so ago.&lt;br /&gt;Reading up on the memorials, it makes me tear although, i dont know him.&lt;br /&gt;he's 19 this year and what has he done to go up so soon&lt;br /&gt;leaving his exgf, family and friends to cry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I often felt, that losing someone in terms of going separate ways&lt;br /&gt;were good enough as losing them completely.&lt;br /&gt;it hurts doesnt it gaya?&lt;br /&gt;I hope you're doing fine babe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; i can never find another like you.&lt;br /&gt;dont you lose me, hold me tight.&lt;br /&gt;cause i can't hold myself together.&lt;br /&gt;i'm coming home to you granny,&lt;br /&gt;a place filled with peace and comfort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24169829-7719362834275711263?l=exquisite-femme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exquisite-femme.blogspot.com/feeds/7719362834275711263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24169829&amp;postID=7719362834275711263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169829/posts/default/7719362834275711263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169829/posts/default/7719362834275711263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exquisite-femme.blogspot.com/2008/02/do-you-know-pain-of-losing-someone-pain.html' title=''/><author><name>Genieve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/51/23/3373215/3057490304507s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24169829.post-3733925469387722598</id><published>2008-01-24T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T22:08:24.201+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GuUjJk2z06Q/R5ibZUkH3uI/AAAAAAAAAq0/jKfc4iUXtPU/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159044232472157922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GuUjJk2z06Q/R5ibZUkH3uI/AAAAAAAAAq0/jKfc4iUXtPU/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dearest,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Is it that I have stopped believing in you?&lt;br /&gt;No, I still do believe in you.&lt;br /&gt;It's just that, I believe in you the same way I believe in the other almighty(s)&lt;br /&gt;Why does this anger the ones around me?&lt;br /&gt;Aren't beliefs supposed to be grown by an individual volunteeringly&lt;br /&gt;and not by force?&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing disgracing even if i start to disregard all of these.&lt;br /&gt;Because deep inside me I know, I believe.&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/24169829-3733925469387722598?l=exquisite-femme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exquisite-femme.blogspot.com/feeds/3733925469387722598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24169829&amp;postID=3733925469387722598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169829/posts/default/3733925469387722598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169829/posts/default/3733925469387722598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exquisite-femme.blogspot.com/2008/01/dearest-is-it-that-i-have-stopped.html' title=''/><author><name>Genieve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/51/23/3373215/3057490304507s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GuUjJk2z06Q/R5ibZUkH3uI/AAAAAAAAAq0/jKfc4iUXtPU/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24169829.post-4452528092822633543</id><published>2008-01-23T01:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T01:11:09.225+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thaipusam</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GuUjJk2z06Q/R5Yi3-RxXgI/AAAAAAAAAqs/rUUS5poLd-s/s1600-h/r2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158348768205168130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 328px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 230px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="195" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GuUjJk2z06Q/R5Yi3-RxXgI/AAAAAAAAAqs/rUUS5poLd-s/s400/r2.jpg" width="325" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just a few more days and my baby will be here!&lt;br /&gt;So what if I can't drive, yet.&lt;br /&gt;Dad's gift to me and the family, haaaaaa.&lt;br /&gt;I need my liscence soon.&lt;br /&gt;Subaru baby!&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now, i got to get started with my weblayout .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24169829-4452528092822633543?l=exquisite-femme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exquisite-femme.blogspot.com/feeds/4452528092822633543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24169829&amp;postID=4452528092822633543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169829/posts/default/4452528092822633543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169829/posts/default/4452528092822633543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exquisite-femme.blogspot.com/2008/01/thaipusam.html' title='thaipusam'/><author><name>Genieve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/51/23/3373215/3057490304507s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GuUjJk2z06Q/R5Yi3-RxXgI/AAAAAAAAAqs/rUUS5poLd-s/s72-c/r2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24169829.post-3458606528576840694</id><published>2008-01-22T00:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T00:19:30.561+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunset by the lake</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GuUjJk2z06Q/R5TDVeRxXfI/AAAAAAAAAqk/hBMGADT-VSU/s1600-h/sunset.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157962246918331890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GuUjJk2z06Q/R5TDVeRxXfI/AAAAAAAAAqk/hBMGADT-VSU/s400/sunset.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; 5hours&lt;/strong&gt; good hours by the waters with the sunset and then the moon.&lt;br /&gt;The ever gorgeous january full moon which is commonly known as&lt;br /&gt;the "old moon'' or how the native americans say it the "wolf moon".&lt;br /&gt;The cloudy sky gave way allowing the Stars to shine.&lt;br /&gt;Out there, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sirius&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; (also known as dog star)the brightest star of all, was smiling down at me.&lt;br /&gt;Orion's belt(Betelgeuse), Arcturus (the orange star) kept me accompanied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The darkness hovering over, the phone silent.&lt;br /&gt;Lost, I was.&lt;br /&gt;but that very place, is one that has - &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;seen me smile, seen me laugh, giggle, cry,&lt;br /&gt;wish,hope,get mad..&lt;br /&gt;it's a place of memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If only, the lake could take me with it. . .&lt;br /&gt;If only..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;And my darling friend, I really hope you are alright.&lt;br /&gt;I so want to talk to you, to see if you are okay.&lt;br /&gt;Why did you why did you stab yourself.&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/24169829-3458606528576840694?l=exquisite-femme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exquisite-femme.blogspot.com/feeds/3458606528576840694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24169829&amp;postID=3458606528576840694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169829/posts/default/3458606528576840694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169829/posts/default/3458606528576840694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exquisite-femme.blogspot.com/2008/01/sunset-by-lake.html' title='Sunset by the lake'/><author><name>Genieve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/51/23/3373215/3057490304507s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GuUjJk2z06Q/R5TDVeRxXfI/AAAAAAAAAqk/hBMGADT-VSU/s72-c/sunset.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24169829.post-3362421152335030238</id><published>2008-01-19T01:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T01:57:26.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GuUjJk2z06Q/R5DnXeRxXeI/AAAAAAAAAqc/qowp53hoiEc/s1600-h/do+you+rmbr+our+first+sunset.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156875963789827554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GuUjJk2z06Q/R5DnXeRxXeI/AAAAAAAAAqc/qowp53hoiEc/s400/do+you+rmbr+our+first+sunset.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All I wanted was a jolly jolly day.&lt;br /&gt;Expectations always pull you down.&lt;br /&gt;Planning for something, and hoping it'll turn out that way&lt;br /&gt;is just as good as expecting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried my best and sacrifiaced little things.&lt;br /&gt;Didnt want much but the plans were ruined.&lt;br /&gt;And I start to wonder, would it have been the same with someone else?&lt;br /&gt;And I only start to wonder after I heard what you had to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, it always hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Single, Available and Looking for.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But well I suppose the best part of the day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;were the smiles and laughters that broke through;&lt;br /&gt;and the fact that you're still here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;words always bombarded to hurt, to be heard.&lt;br /&gt;I have every rights to feel this way and so do you.&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/24169829-3362421152335030238?l=exquisite-femme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exquisite-femme.blogspot.com/feeds/3362421152335030238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24169829&amp;postID=3362421152335030238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169829/posts/default/3362421152335030238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169829/posts/default/3362421152335030238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exquisite-femme.blogspot.com/2008/01/all-i-wanted-was-jolly-jolly-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Genieve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/51/23/3373215/3057490304507s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GuUjJk2z06Q/R5DnXeRxXeI/AAAAAAAAAqc/qowp53hoiEc/s72-c/do+you+rmbr+our+first+sunset.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24169829.post-787130483480198450</id><published>2008-01-15T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T22:11:54.005+08:00</updated><title type='text'>adv.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GuUjJk2z06Q/R4y31uRxXdI/AAAAAAAAAqU/oq2dObBnYII/s1600-h/PaulWalker_DeGuire_6031836.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155697807015894482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GuUjJk2z06Q/R4y31uRxXdI/AAAAAAAAAqU/oq2dObBnYII/s400/PaulWalker_DeGuire_6031836.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I woke up,&lt;br /&gt;and then, for whatever I saw..&lt;br /&gt;I just couldn't wipe that smile off my face..&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, indeed it's a random post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND ON A &lt;em&gt;different&lt;/em&gt; NOTE,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;having an upcoming event?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) need an &lt;strong&gt;events planner&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;2) need a&lt;strong&gt; photographer&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;3) need a &lt;strong&gt;dj ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Having an upcoming 21st birthday, a big birthday bash,&lt;br /&gt;wedding reception, wedding/rom, naming ceremony,&lt;br /&gt;casual photography etc. You name it, we got it.&lt;br /&gt;Interested in street soccer tournaments and other activities?&lt;br /&gt;we've got them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stay tuned =)&lt;br /&gt;to contact : TAG ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/24169829-787130483480198450?l=exquisite-femme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exquisite-femme.blogspot.com/feeds/787130483480198450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24169829&amp;postID=787130483480198450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169829/posts/default/787130483480198450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169829/posts/default/787130483480198450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exquisite-femme.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-woke-up-and-then-for-whatever-i-saw.html' title='adv.'/><author><name>Genieve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/51/23/3373215/3057490304507s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GuUjJk2z06Q/R4y31uRxXdI/AAAAAAAAAqU/oq2dObBnYII/s72-c/PaulWalker_DeGuire_6031836.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24169829.post-2161985076864450377</id><published>2008-01-15T02:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T02:45:57.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dearest,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; A hug is the bandage for a wounded heart. I saw this phrase on vj's tee. Indeed, it is. Well, at least I love hugs cause they always make me feel better.Everyday has its personal ups and downs and thoughts can really kill. Nevertheless, I find myself pulling through each day and facing the next. Come what may, perhaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; So ive been busy with 3tuition kids and 3other jobs and school and the boy the friends and most importantly the family. but that doesnt mean i forgot something, here it goes.&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY JESSIE &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;I love you all the same,no matter this distance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24169829-2161985076864450377?l=exquisite-femme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exquisite-femme.blogspot.com/feeds/2161985076864450377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24169829&amp;postID=2161985076864450377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169829/posts/default/2161985076864450377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169829/posts/default/2161985076864450377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exquisite-femme.blogspot.com/2008/01/dearest-hug-is-bandage-for-wounded.html' title=''/><author><name>Genieve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/51/23/3373215/3057490304507s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24169829.post-8666255369002951263</id><published>2008-01-12T04:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T00:10:45.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear Precious,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what have I been up to? Apart from tutoring,chijmes and sheraton work and fantasy party work, hehh..and school i've been hanging out pretty much. Selator reservoir, bottle tree neck- finally i get to swing! gelare, newton circus dinner,3monkeys kumar show... guess ive to thank everyone so much for dragging me out even when i say no, at times. It's helping me so much =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things been spoken.Tear have fell.Heart are broken.life's despair. I understand everything although i cant comprehend why it has to happen to me. Haa. I'm going to stick with you, through this toughest moments cause that's my purpose here! bestieboo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;misses. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;AKBAR WHOEVER YOU ARE, SCRAM OUTTA MY LIFE, THANKYOU!&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/24169829-8666255369002951263?l=exquisite-femme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exquisite-femme.blogspot.com/feeds/8666255369002951263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24169829&amp;postID=8666255369002951263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169829/posts/default/8666255369002951263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169829/posts/default/8666255369002951263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exquisite-femme.blogspot.com/2008/01/dear-precious-so-what-have-i-been-up-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Genieve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/51/23/3373215/3057490304507s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24169829.post-8270334144105375180</id><published>2008-01-07T01:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T01:47:06.027+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When im with you it feels like heaven on earth.</title><content type='html'>Dearest,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GuUjJk2z06Q/R4EPs-RxXcI/AAAAAAAAAqE/2AzX-QfazMw/s1600-h/i+wish..+blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152416713994755522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GuUjJk2z06Q/R4EPs-RxXcI/AAAAAAAAAqE/2AzX-QfazMw/s400/i+wish..+blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Le coeur a ses raisons que la&lt;br /&gt;raisons ne connait point (french)&lt;br /&gt;The heart has reasons,&lt;br /&gt;whereof reasons knows nothing.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sometimes I get feeling of things, call it compulsion.&lt;br /&gt;It never failed me, I was always right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now, tell me why wouldnt I fear.&lt;br /&gt;I hate the way things are changing.&lt;br /&gt;It's tightening me up, putting me into a cylinder.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so so scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;I'm a girl.&lt;br /&gt;And i'm a freaking Paranoma case.&lt;br /&gt;put the gun to my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(recently, i've lost my appetite and nauseousness is eating into me, every bit)&lt;br /&gt;goodnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY SAMMY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24169829-8270334144105375180?l=exquisite-femme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exquisite-femme.blogspot.com/feeds/8270334144105375180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24169829&amp;postID=8270334144105375180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169829/posts/default/8270334144105375180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169829/posts/default/8270334144105375180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exquisite-femme.blogspot.com/2008/01/when-im-with-you-it-feels-like-heaven.html' title='When im with you it feels like heaven on earth.'/><author><name>Genieve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/51/23/3373215/3057490304507s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GuUjJk2z06Q/R4EPs-RxXcI/AAAAAAAAAqE/2AzX-QfazMw/s72-c/i+wish..+blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24169829.post-1023449204281558491</id><published>2008-01-06T01:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T02:11:25.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>REASSURENCE!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dearest,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GuUjJk2z06Q/R3_Cf-RxXbI/AAAAAAAAAp8/wrOIxP1xIm4/s1600-h/i+cannot+die+again+blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152050353284406706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GuUjJk2z06Q/R3_Cf-RxXbI/AAAAAAAAAp8/wrOIxP1xIm4/s400/i+cannot+die+again+blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's getting scarier..&lt;br /&gt;the darkness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday&lt;/strong&gt;, I was supposed to meet "fluffy" for our ''escape''. I made my way to Cwp to meet her after tutoring and ended up bumping into &lt;strong&gt;Max&lt;/strong&gt;.That would've been the &lt;strong&gt;first mistake&lt;/strong&gt; for that day, cause it just doomed my mood,entirely. I was wondering, just&lt;strong&gt; how long does it take to give me a &lt;em&gt;little&lt;/em&gt; reassurance.&lt;/strong&gt;(already knowing just how I'd be feeling ) Hahh. I had to snap back to reality first, I guess. Reassurance here, is invalid. Friends dont reassure each other, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the &lt;strong&gt;second mistake&lt;/strong&gt; for that day was to choose to sit at civic centre where I bumped into "Md. Shikin" a long lost primary schoolmate.2hours and more, he just joined us girls and kept talking. Maybe, he bumped at us for a purpose. He was troubled and he needed to pour out and we gave him a listening ear for abit too long. He got me thinking abitand at the same time, with the way he was behaving, he got me irritated. Attached,father of a kid, yet flirty? I didnt feel at ease at the end of the day and the entire meet up- to me became pointless as the purpose was not met. However "fluffy" was glad that &lt;strong&gt;Vijay and Max&lt;/strong&gt; joined us and she had a little catch up.&lt;br /&gt;Open table talks, words said often to hurt those already sick in body mind and soul, It keeps getting tiring.. at times im emotionless and all the rest of the time im too emotional. damn.. and the whole ''bad mood thing'' was still going on. All the smiles and laughters were fake and I couldnt hide it any longer, I wanted to cry. I had to behave that way to you, cause I was feeling that way, because of you and myself. Maybe not, I allowed myself to feel that way so screw it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crying is pointless cause no one understands your pain, even those who tells you, sometimes that they understand you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday&lt;/strong&gt;, I was so glad my prepaid was flat. Which means, no one can contact me and vice versa. I had a big plan, a plan for myself something to take it on myself to rip myself further apart. Tear my innerself til this little bit that's left of me, is gone too. It is just my way, of venting my emotions which I can't control. And if that happened, it would have been for the other partie's own good. They'd prolly get what they want, happiness. But imagine me doing that to myself, the thought itself, so painful and unbearable it would be if I allowed myself not to hear from you. Just hours and this empathetic heart gave in. I'm such a loser at this. A sober for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got drenched head to toe, like as if i was dipped into the pool even though Danny was holding the umbrella for me. I kept running away, not. The feeling was so good! It felt like the skies were feeling me and doing what I couldnt. With millions of raindrops, I knew I was not alone.&lt;br /&gt;I took an aircon bus ride to the-home. I was shivering throughout the hour journeyy! But the cold reminded me of hotchocolate. Of my hotchocolate babyboy, like it was. Trash. Played CS and fell asleep til &lt;strong&gt;Max&lt;/strong&gt; got back home. It was just a happy feeling today after getting drenched and with everything falling in place (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the hug, I couldn't have felt any better.&lt;br /&gt;goodnights.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24169829-1023449204281558491?l=exquisite-femme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exquisite-femme.blogspot.com/feeds/1023449204281558491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24169829&amp;postID=1023449204281558491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169829/posts/default/1023449204281558491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169829/posts/default/1023449204281558491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exquisite-femme.blogspot.com/2008/01/reassurence.html' title='REASSURENCE!!'/><author><name>Genieve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/51/23/3373215/3057490304507s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GuUjJk2z06Q/R3_Cf-RxXbI/AAAAAAAAAp8/wrOIxP1xIm4/s72-c/i+cannot+die+again+blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24169829.post-1619269315623430480</id><published>2008-01-04T01:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T01:58:54.701+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cuddle me to sleep, baby.</title><content type='html'>Dearest,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GuUjJk2z06Q/R30fHeRxXaI/AAAAAAAAAp0/2fSnf7r6RqU/s1600-h/blog3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151307762028862882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GuUjJk2z06Q/R30fHeRxXaI/AAAAAAAAAp0/2fSnf7r6RqU/s400/blog3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cuddle me to sleep, warm me up in your securities&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I suppose pictures always do bring memories and infact it speaks a thousand words. Apart from tutoring in the morning and school in the afternoon the evening plans were cancelled. I didnt catch the sunset or the rain drops hitting on my bareskin. I didnt see the waters and slack out. But came to my rescue, (the way my shrek-sanjeev says it) My Shining Armour Knight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was early, an hour early and so I updated myself with the current news in Singapore. Well so, a simple dinner with &lt;strong&gt;Max&lt;/strong&gt;, and like our usual nights tucked in the sofa with his new sound system at the best comforts with the voices and sound effects of the movie "Bourne Supremacy" bouncing and reflecting back throughout the living room.., it really felt like theatre! Sleepy head decided to sleep and dragged me. It reminded me of his old house where I used to love sitting by the bedside, watching him doze off into his dreamland, literally. I like to watch people sleeping, maybe. Like, how I just have my nephew and nieces, brother, Max , Usha.. lying on my lap, playing with their hair, tapping their shoulder and making them sleep.. Cuteness..&lt;br /&gt;(Especially Usha, the way she sleeps, cute!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well enough of draggy long posts, its not as though anyone wants to know in detail what I've been up to. Or at least for now if you wish to know, I've got my candles litted up casting shadows in the living room and creating such an undescribable ambience.. it gets my mind relaxed and my thoughts flowing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankyou, for tonight.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24169829-1619269315623430480?l=exquisite-femme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exquisite-femme.blogspot.com/feeds/1619269315623430480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24169829&amp;postID=1619269315623430480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169829/posts/default/1619269315623430480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169829/posts/default/1619269315623430480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exquisite-femme.blogspot.com/2008/01/cuddle-me-to-sleep-baby.html' title='Cuddle me to sleep, baby.'/><author><name>Genieve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/51/23/3373215/3057490304507s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GuUjJk2z06Q/R30fHeRxXaI/AAAAAAAAAp0/2fSnf7r6RqU/s72-c/blog3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24169829.post-1168177030335941452</id><published>2008-01-02T21:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T01:56:42.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First day of Sem 5</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GuUjJk2z06Q/R3uWxuRxXZI/AAAAAAAAAps/TT8AczV8Z40/s1600-h/blog2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150876379808619922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GuUjJk2z06Q/R3uWxuRxXZI/AAAAAAAAAps/TT8AczV8Z40/s400/blog2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Forehead kisses, missed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dearest,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First day of school, semester five. I haven't paid my school fees because, maybe the management sucks, cause they take forever to send the invoice which also means, I wouldn't have my notes for more than a week. (&lt;em&gt;ahh, damn&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way to school, I was looking at the primary school children, especially the primary one children. It reminded me of my nephew Rishi who just entered primary one. All the excitement and nervousness running through his veins. It reminded me of my first day of school, back then in 1996. The little me waiting to enter the world of books,intellects and critics and although dreams were big, bigger than big infact.. I was afraid of failure but look at who I am today. I've grown from the girl i used to be in 1996 and I'm very proud of myself. =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was supposed to have the post-newyear gathering with my girlfriends but due to some last minute change in plans I ended up going for tutoring which ended at 7pm. I ringed &lt;strong&gt;Max&lt;/strong&gt; but he didnt initiate a meet up, so very very &lt;em&gt;e x t r e m e l y&lt;/em&gt; boringly I decided to go home.. hehh. I managed to meet &lt;strong&gt;Sue&lt;/strong&gt; ... for 5minutes, haaaaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G : " I have to carry something really big and heavy in me"&lt;br /&gt;G : I meant, my heart.. a big heart but lately it's been heavy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indeed, and so hopefully the plans for tomorrow wouldn't change and then maybe, I will cry with a smile by the waters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SINDHU&lt;/strong&gt; thinks ive suffering from acute? insomnia. (&lt;em&gt;i think so too&lt;/em&gt;).. apart from dheep's crib and his shoulders.. it's very difficult for me to fall asleep and I dont sleep for long hours..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Faizal&lt;/strong&gt; keeps sending voice clips on msn, and trust me its so so so sooo funny!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BEAUTIFUL I MISS YOU!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24169829-1168177030335941452?l=exquisite-femme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exquisite-femme.blogspot.com/feeds/1168177030335941452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24169829&amp;postID=1168177030335941452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169829/posts/default/1168177030335941452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169829/posts/default/1168177030335941452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exquisite-femme.blogspot.com/2008/01/first-day-of-sem-5.html' title='First day of Sem 5'/><author><name>Genieve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/51/23/3373215/3057490304507s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GuUjJk2z06Q/R3uWxuRxXZI/AAAAAAAAAps/TT8AczV8Z40/s72-c/blog2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24169829.post-7465208990046266742</id><published>2008-01-01T14:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T19:11:51.764+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2008 =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Dearest Precious,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song listening to : New York Nagaram)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;New York nagaram urangum neram, thanimai adarndadhu..&lt;br /&gt;In the moment when NewYork city went to sleep, l o n e l i n e s s caught me..&lt;br /&gt;Paniyum padarndadhu..&lt;br /&gt;And snow spread all over..&lt;br /&gt;Kappal erangiye kaatrum karaiyil nadandadhu..&lt;br /&gt;(It was so lonely that) Even the breeze got down from the ship and started walking on shores!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naangu kannadi chuvargalukulle naanum mezhuguvathiyum..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Inside the four glass walls, me and a candlelight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Thanimai thanimaiyo.. Kodumai kodumaiyo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How lonely... how trecherous...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stanza 1&lt;br /&gt;Paechelaam thalaatu pola ennai uranga veikka nee illai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh beloved, you are not here to put me to sleep with the lullaby talk of yours&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nilavin oliyin mutham thandhu kaalai coffee kudukka nee illai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You are not here to kiss me in moonlight and give me coffee in the morning&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vizhiyil vizhum dhoosi thannai naaval edukka nee ingu illai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You are not here to blow my eyes when dirt falls into my eyes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manadhil ezhum kuzhapam thannai theerka nee inge illai..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You are not here to clear the confusions of my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naan inge neeyum ange, indha thanimaiyil nimishangal varusham aanadheno?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm here &amp;amp; you are there, In this loneliness, minutes have become years!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vaan inge neelam ange, indha oovamaiku eruvarum vilakam aanadheno?&lt;br /&gt;The sky is here &amp;amp; the color blue is there, Why did we become an example to that simile?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stanza 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naatkurippil nooru thadavai undhan peyarai ezhudhum en pena&lt;br /&gt;My pen wrote your name 100 times in my daily planner&lt;br /&gt;Ezhudhiyadhum erumbu moikka peyarum aanadhena thenaa?&lt;br /&gt;Just as I wrote, ants came from all over, did your name turn into honey?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jil endru bhoomi irundhum, indha tharunathil kulir kaalam kodai aanadheno?&lt;br /&gt;Even in this chill weather why is this winter season like hot summer to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vaa anbe neeyum vandhal senthanal kuda panikatti pole marumae..&lt;br /&gt;Oh beloved, come to me.. if you are here even a burning charcoal will become a snowball !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeh yeh yeh yeh yeh yeh yeh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2008!!!!&lt;br /&gt;2008!!!&lt;br /&gt;2008!!&lt;br /&gt;2008! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150463702170951042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GuUjJk2z06Q/R3ofcuRxXYI/AAAAAAAAApk/jWPWNqqubME/s400/blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;~warmth that thy body yearns~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;That song was in the playlist, and it reminded me of you. It was the song you kept singing at the begining of 2007. Of course, whatever in bold relates alot to me. It is only a wonder as to why, I teared so much and yet was smiling when the clock striked 12. I couldn't explain myself but I know &lt;strong&gt;Sindu&lt;/strong&gt;, the first friend i've made this year definitely feels the way I am feeling! She's like my long lost sister? hehh. The church bells were ringing, tears were falling and smiles were widening.. and then the phone starts ringing and the fireworks starts. Mixed emotions, maybe but I'm definitely all hyped up for the year even though today is a lazy tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;7weeks of school til end of february&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1week of exam break&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1week of exams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(that's a total of 2monthish) and then,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;GRADUATION&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And I'm glad I made myself occupied with&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2 tuition students&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Six day school&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Upcoming business plan with max and vj&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sheraton- waitressing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Fantasy Parties events assitant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and for a change,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hoping to get myself occupied with all the woman out there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and also, planning for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;vocal lesson&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;volunteery at the MINDS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;work outs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, all the above stated are PLANS and it is up to me to fulfil it. Along the way, there will be change in plans and other new plans and above all there's something very important on a personal note to myself. Learn to believe and what believed, happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy 2008!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24169829-7465208990046266742?l=exquisite-femme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exquisite-femme.blogspot.com/feeds/7465208990046266742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24169829&amp;postID=7465208990046266742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169829/posts/default/7465208990046266742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169829/posts/default/7465208990046266742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exquisite-femme.blogspot.com/2008/01/2008.html' title='2008 =)'/><author><name>Genieve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/51/23/3373215/3057490304507s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GuUjJk2z06Q/R3ofcuRxXYI/AAAAAAAAApk/jWPWNqqubME/s72-c/blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24169829.post-3630488968143964065</id><published>2007-12-31T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T15:02:00.874+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To all the woman of this world</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;TOAST FOR 2008 TO ALL THE WOMAN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is a toast to us, woman for 2008.&lt;br /&gt;For all the men who have us,&lt;br /&gt;the losers who had us&lt;br /&gt;and the lucky guys who will meet us in the future.&lt;br /&gt;You make someone feel real special.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24169829-3630488968143964065?l=exquisite-femme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exquisite-femme.blogspot.com/feeds/3630488968143964065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24169829&amp;postID=3630488968143964065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169829/posts/default/3630488968143964065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169829/posts/default/3630488968143964065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exquisite-femme.blogspot.com/2007/12/to-all-woman-of-this-world.html' title='To all the woman of this world'/><author><name>Genieve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/51/23/3373215/3057490304507s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24169829.post-5764626436454380673</id><published>2007-12-30T21:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T15:01:14.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2007</title><content type='html'>Dearest Precious,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;    NO GOODBYES TO 2007, JUST HELLO TO 2008!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;(this is going to be an extremely long post wrapping up 2007 and a little personal thanksgiving)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems like just yesterday when 2007 started and tomorrow is its last day. I have alot of emotions running through me this very moment and I hope my mind wouldnt mix my words up. What was year2007 all about? Honestly, it was all about &lt;strong&gt;P'dheep Max&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rockyou.com/show_my_gallery.php?source=ppsl&amp;amp;instanceid=87211743"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://www.rockyou.com/show_my_gallery.php?source=ppsl&amp;amp;instanceid=87211743&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; All the way since January til this very moment. I am proud to say, I have never had anyone like him in my life and although our time together is short, we made the best and the most of it and i have no regrets. Thankyou so much for giving me all the love, and making this relationship so precious and memorable that should there come a day I have to let you go, I can cry you a river cause you've been the best I've ever had. There's nothing more I will ask for, but you this entire life.&lt;br /&gt;You have not only been a boyfriend to me, but also my bestfriend and the only person I can be totally open to. I only pray that as we move on into 2008, we bring along our memories of 2007 and work in hand together and that you will continue to be supportive. There aint no other man like you, baby.My personal motivator, my boost giver.. the reason behind my smile.. I have seen myself as part of your family, I have seen myself in you.. but the future, does it not see us together, maybe. But I know for sure, we'll make great business partners in 2008 and even if one day i get married to someone else.. (secretly wishing it was you) but hehh, if that one day comes I hope you will still be part of my life.. to babysit my kids since you love kids.. esp mine (: friends all the way! Lovelove!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am certain I have neglected almost all my friends and the family. But I do not regret neglecting them for him cause he being a single individual could give me everything and be like so many friends and a family to me and I was treated well and with care and I assume that's all my friends would have wanted. My sincere apology to all friends for not being so myself and always being caught up in school, work and falling sick. And every little free time i found I chose to spend it with him and it was all worth it. I do hope to get back in the right track in 2008 and make up for all the loss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are alot of people I wish to thank now.&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, my &lt;strong&gt;family,&lt;/strong&gt; although a couple of time when I felt down, they pulled me down with extra pressure, I know in times of need, if i open up to them they will be the ones who will be there.. although not forever.. cause no one and nothing but memories are forever.. I know they will try to be there for me as long as they can. My siblings have been supportive in everything I do and I could never ask for anyone to replace them. My big cousins who understand what I am going through and chose not to say anything as they know relationships are all part of growing up, I thank you all for that.,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next would be &lt;strong&gt;Dheep's family&lt;/strong&gt;. I have found myself growing into the family. Grown totally attached to the younger&lt;strong&gt; sisters&lt;/strong&gt; and older &lt;strong&gt;brothers&lt;/strong&gt; and needless to say dheep himself. They have treated me like one of their own in their family that includes of &lt;strong&gt;cousins, jeev and vj. Vj,&lt;/strong&gt; thanks for being part of us, and the family and going thru the whole process with each of us.&lt;strong&gt;Mummy&lt;/strong&gt; who treats me just as fairly and we've had our 'talks' and every trip and sg holiday/time spent with each and everyone of you have been awesome. Thankyou so much for allowing me to share the ups and downs of your family like im one of them. Id love to be part of ya'll always, if that is what god has planned for me. I love you all . A family i've already had, a family i may never have.. ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, the four people from my secondary school who means alot to me. &lt;strong&gt;JESSIE&lt;/strong&gt;, thanks for putting up with me this whole year although I know I've hardly been around. We did make a few trips to wcp slacked and swinged here and there.. I do treasure those little moments. Im sorry if I made it seem as though I dont care, cause deep within me, i do. No more empty promises or even false hope in 2008. Sorry i've hurt you so much silently by simply not being around but i do hope you have understood me having known me for so many years. I love you so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;INTAN, SAMMY,FANA&lt;/strong&gt; guess life has its own routes planned out for us and we all seem to be walking in different direction. I am glad once in this lifetime our roads have crossed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next &lt;strong&gt;PRATHEEP&lt;/strong&gt;, thank you for being the closest guyfriend in the last 5years. I'm glad to know we have been even collegues although you helped someone else carry the dishes, I forgive you okay! I also very glad to know I can still turn to you and share with you whatever that runs through my head. A man of few words I say, but i know you've always been listening to whatever I had to rant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MOKAN&lt;/strong&gt;, although half the time you behave like a bitch to me, you're the next person after Dheep who makes me tear alot. Twice you failed me due to unforseen circumstances but I have kept it all aside cause you do mean some lotta shit to me. I hope everything is going on fine for you and it is only ironic that we hardly see each other despite staying just across the street!! A man of emotions. All you do is to feel me and vent my emotions out, like you yourself were angry or happy. Like the way you go' fcuk im going to punch his face' or whatsoever.. A big hug and a little kiss and the way you try to make up to me when things turn sour.. thankyou!! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ARVIN&lt;/strong&gt;, I know you can get harsh and straight forward sometimes, especially when you feel i have changed and i dont really care anymore. I am glad I was able to put it across to you, that true friends should be the ones who should understand me best and provide me with everything i need even when i dont ask.. thankyou for being around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, there are two very special girls, &lt;strong&gt;SARVESH AND SULAJA&lt;/strong&gt;. Known sarvesh for a couple of years now but i am glad this remarkable year has got the three of us close and even though we seldom meet or contact im glad the both of you take the effort to keep this going. Through this ups and downs together we've watched each other and there's no one else but god i will thank for giving ya'll to me... bundle of joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, it's &lt;strong&gt;Kishore&lt;/strong&gt;, more than words, all I can say is, you're my special friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Usha&lt;/strong&gt;, dheep's little sister who never fails to keep me and my family smiling cause she's simply lovable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, there is &lt;strong&gt;Faizal&lt;/strong&gt;, the past are bygones and we never have to leave anything behind.. cause the friendship we had has brought us here..having you as one of the first few who i'd confide in- whatever the matter is, happiness joy or sorrow..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Karthigesanbecks&lt;/strong&gt;, a senior from sec school who has always been around for me even if it was to ease my boredom through the night or give me a ride to the park. Okay fine, you're not shy anymore! and you've grown a little noisy! hahaa!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Latashni&lt;/strong&gt;, I put you through the worst last year, just because of you-know-who. But I am glad even then, you sticked around with me and although we're far in distance, we did manage to meet up a couple of time, go shopping and do the crazy things. If it was not for your support, last year would've been uncopable. Because of 2006, I am who I am in 2007 and you were part of the reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MUST NOT FORGET MY UNISIM mates who have been with me since 2006. &lt;strong&gt;SARA FAN, NATASHA,DEON LEE,JOLENE,DANNY GOH,ANDY EDWARD,TRISH and CHRIS &lt;/strong&gt;you all have played a huge role in my life in unisim through dmfs and dms. School life wouldnt be the way it has been these years if not for each one of you. We have been through the ups and downs but we pulled through and grew stronger. I am glad feb14th was spent with ya'll plus &lt;strong&gt;shimei&lt;/strong&gt;, cause no one guy could have taken the place of ya'll and given me such a wonderful time. All our dates out, at eski bar, walas, i didnt go clubbing so the club isnt counted! and of course, balcony bar and the little after school mugging sessions we used to have.. most of the 'first' time things ive done with ya'll.. and each of you have played a huge role in my CA. even though the last two semester I hardly contributed either because i was sick and away or I was drowning in my world.. no one said or treated me in away i would be offended and helped me through my assignments and ensured I pulled through it with every help and strength.. thank you so much for being part of my success. One last semester, whether we're still in the school or out, or in a different class, I hope we will be a reason in each other's life for the many successes to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, &lt;strong&gt;UMA&lt;/strong&gt;, for being so nice to me, and being one of my fave. I am glad I never got jealous of you otherwise, things wouldn't have been the way it has been now. If I ever was jealous of you, we never would have been gotten this close.. And I am glad I understood you were his bestfriend and I was his ..and we've grown to be able to understand each other downroot without any misunderstanding.. thankyou so much my piglet. love you! and thanks to you that I got to know lavanya as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, &lt;strong&gt;Lavanya&lt;/strong&gt;. Although Ive known everything all along, I am glad you came forward to help me with my module. If not for the last minute sacrifice that you made, 4days of time,energy and sleep.. your efforts did pay off. I am glad I passed my modules. Thanks for being the reason of my success and having the confidence in me. love you poochi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I have to thank my &lt;strong&gt;deceased maternal grandparents&lt;/strong&gt; for all the love they have showered me with. If you both were still around, things would have been so much different. I am very certain I can lay on your lap and tell you both all the things that happens in my life.. including the things that i cant share with my parents.. (eg.bgr,friendship) &lt;strong&gt;Deceased Aunty Lyn&lt;/strong&gt;, who became a reason in my life, who struggled to fight her life for her children and treated me with so much of care even when she was in bed. She had taught me about strength and pain when you lose someone in life. Strength, the one who is going away.. has to be strong and fight for what he/she wants til their last breath and pain, to leave this world even though you want to be part of it... to continue to share the love.. &lt;strong&gt;Deceased gram&lt;/strong&gt;, you taught me patience and calmness. It was in your simple lifehood that I found serenity humbleness. &lt;strong&gt;Deceased godpa&lt;/strong&gt;, I hardly spent time with you, except for the months you were fighting life in the hospital. I was scared, very.. but your willpower amazed me. It was glorious. To see a man, uncoincious, move and react to things... the finally miraculously speak but all only for a while...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FINALLY, thank you &lt;strong&gt;god&lt;/strong&gt; for giving me this wonderful year where I found Dheep who has since been the most important thing to me, who has been like a family or part of my family to me. I know we have many more years to come and I am sure I will find strength and confidence in him like always. Thank you god for everything that happened this year, the lost of many people who mean alot to me.. you seem to take away the people who provide me with love and joy.. i dont know if it is just a test, but im not giving up. Thanks for putting me through all the hurdles and for giving me all the support from everyone around me to get over it.. even this very moment. The creater of all things, the one person who has given us human rights to do what our hearts desire.. the one person who allowed us to get ourseleves hurt but in turn teaching a vulnerable lesson behind every thing we do in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you so much for 2007. It has been the best year.&lt;br /&gt;( for those whose name not mentioned, dont you worry. that doesnt mean antyhing.. aight! )&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;strong&gt;all from NPICS,al from SIM,all&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;fromYHSS,agatha,misha,yanti,yufang,sexymama,shamee,daryl,prees - love you all!&lt;/strong&gt; )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;in the rain, we will find true comfort for ourselves.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;in the rain, we will share the warmth of our bodies..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;in the rain, we will cry our hearts out..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;in the rain, even when it continues to rain on me.. i know you will walk by my side..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;thank you, to the one who reminds me of me..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;29th dec, the cutest thing we've ever done, make it rain on us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24169829-5764626436454380673?l=exquisite-femme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exquisite-femme.blogspot.com/feeds/5764626436454380673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24169829&amp;postID=5764626436454380673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169829/posts/default/5764626436454380673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169829/posts/default/5764626436454380673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exquisite-femme.blogspot.com/2007/12/2007.html' title='2007'/><author><name>Genieve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/51/23/3373215/3057490304507s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24169829.post-247883350641340965</id><published>2007-12-27T04:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T04:33:20.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>there is something I have found so real, for the first time in my entire life.&lt;br /&gt;It is something I never will let go, never ever!&lt;br /&gt;It is something I feel worth fighting for cause I believe I have the strength and the ablity to fight for it but why dont you believe in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold my hand, im sure we will go all the way so far, even if it has to be just friends, just like the way we were in 9months ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pure pain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24169829-247883350641340965?l=exquisite-femme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exquisite-femme.blogspot.com/feeds/247883350641340965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24169829&amp;postID=247883350641340965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169829/posts/default/247883350641340965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169829/posts/default/247883350641340965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exquisite-femme.blogspot.com/2007/12/there-is-something-i-have-found-so-real.html' title=''/><author><name>Genieve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/51/23/3373215/3057490304507s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24169829.post-1223935794822992657</id><published>2007-12-21T21:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T21:52:59.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>would you rather go all the way out for something you WANT&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;would you rather keep yourself away from it because thats not what OTHERS want..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it your life for you to create and go all the way out,against all odds or do you have to consider EVERYTHING and everyone's feelings ..??&lt;br /&gt;I REALLY wonder.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24169829-1223935794822992657?l=exquisite-femme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exquisite-femme.blogspot.com/feeds/1223935794822992657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24169829&amp;postID=1223935794822992657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169829/posts/default/1223935794822992657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169829/posts/default/1223935794822992657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exquisite-femme.blogspot.com/2007/12/would-you-rather-go-all-way-out-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Genieve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/51/23/3373215/3057490304507s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24169829.post-8760288926752767833</id><published>2007-12-20T02:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T02:33:56.045+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dearest Precious,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Change is the only constant. Ironic as it seems, it really is! Over and over again I find myself at the extreme end, losing end sitting all alone frozen in time. How I really miss the way things were.. anyway, christmas is coming right up. EVERYONE'S INVITED! old friend, new friend nursery primary secondary sim np friends. all of you! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24169829-8760288926752767833?l=exquisite-femme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exquisite-femme.blogspot.com/feeds/8760288926752767833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24169829&amp;postID=8760288926752767833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169829/posts/default/8760288926752767833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169829/posts/default/8760288926752767833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exquisite-femme.blogspot.com/2007/12/dearest-precious-change-is-only.html' title=''/><author><name>Genieve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/51/23/3373215/3057490304507s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24169829.post-8387772629517389054</id><published>2007-12-16T14:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T14:22:27.685+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yaaaaaa right,</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.myflashfetish.com/mp3assets/widgets/emolove.swf" menu="false" flashvars="d=14&amp;m=2&amp;y=2007&amp;mycolor=F02264&amp;mycolor2=030303"quality="best" scale="noscale" bgcolor="#ffffff" wmode="transparent" width="350" height="230" name="MyFlashFetish.com" align="middle" allowScriptAccess="sameDomain" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" &gt; 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&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/CIMP/JnB*PTExOTc3ODU5NjM2NTYmcD*xODAzMSZkPSZuPWJsb2dnZXI=.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24169829-6398802350617934079?l=exquisite-femme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exquisite-femme.blogspot.com/feeds/6398802350617934079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24169829&amp;postID=6398802350617934079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169829/posts/default/6398802350617934079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169829/posts/default/6398802350617934079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exquisite-femme.blogspot.com/2007/12/sober.html' title='sober'/><author><name>Genieve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/51/23/3373215/3057490304507s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24169829.post-2625980908792743458</id><published>2007-12-16T13:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T13:17:56.675+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Callalily - Stars</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;A picture of you reminds me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;How the years have gone so lonely&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Why do you come and leave me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Without saying that you love me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;I'm saying i love you again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Are you listening&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Open your eyes once again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Look at me crying&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;If only you could hear me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Shout your name&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;If only you could feel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;My love again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;The stars in the sky will&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Never be the same&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;If only you were here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;saying i love you again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Are you listening&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Open your eyes once again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Look at me crying&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;If only you could hear me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Shout your name&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;If only you could feel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;My love againT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;he stars in the sky will&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Never be the same&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;If only i had wings&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;So i can fly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;I want to be with you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;For all of time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;My love for you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Will never die&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;If only you could hear me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Shout your name&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;If only you could feel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;My love again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;The stars in the sky will&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Never be the same&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;If only you were here(if only you were here...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24169829-2625980908792743458?l=exquisite-femme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exquisite-femme.blogspot.com/feeds/2625980908792743458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24169829&amp;postID=2625980908792743458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169829/posts/default/2625980908792743458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169829/posts/default/2625980908792743458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exquisite-femme.blogspot.com/2007/12/callalily-stars.html' title='Callalily - Stars'/><author><name>Genieve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/51/23/3373215/3057490304507s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24169829.post-3416061614534527476</id><published>2007-12-13T15:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T15:35:34.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear Precious,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so it hurts.&lt;br /&gt;more than words.&lt;br /&gt;more than just one friend.&lt;br /&gt;everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somehow, i feel like running away, so far far away.&lt;br /&gt;and the worst thing that could ever happen to me, happened.&lt;br /&gt;Final semester, here I come.&lt;br /&gt;28th decemeber will tell me if I can make it (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pass pass pass damn you microeconmics!&lt;br /&gt;Okay what a meaningless post this is.&lt;br /&gt;Heaven, where are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SENDINGGGGGG laptop for servicing AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;which means, i wont be here and im going to be busy studying for tuesday's exam!&lt;br /&gt;im off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24169829-3416061614534527476?l=exquisite-femme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exquisite-femme.blogspot.com/feeds/3416061614534527476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24169829&amp;postID=3416061614534527476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169829/posts/default/3416061614534527476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169829/posts/default/3416061614534527476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exquisite-femme.blogspot.com/2007/12/dear-precious-and-so-it-hurts.html' title=''/><author><name>Genieve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/51/23/3373215/3057490304507s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24169829.post-5449442963212354805</id><published>2007-12-11T03:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T03:39:34.944+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;New year's resolution , to visit heaven faster :D&lt;br /&gt;So before the new year apart from shopping and spring cleaning&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i need to visit the dentist (later in the aftrnn)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and also get my facial done!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and its probably time i start working more and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;getting myself even busier cause &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i foresee a lonely new year ahead of me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hehh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;santa claus, are you for real?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24169829-5449442963212354805?l=exquisite-femme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exquisite-femme.blogspot.com/feeds/5449442963212354805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24169829&amp;postID=5449442963212354805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169829/posts/default/5449442963212354805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169829/posts/default/5449442963212354805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exquisite-femme.blogspot.com/2007/12/new-years-resolution-to-visit-heaven.html' title=''/><author><name>Genieve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/51/23/3373215/3057490304507s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24169829.post-4720178698622906705</id><published>2007-12-10T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T23:53:33.782+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't wanna meet in a long long time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;distance is going to kill me.&lt;br /&gt;bit by bit every single day.&lt;br /&gt;Cant take it, no more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her silent cries&lt;br /&gt;weeping nights&lt;br /&gt;hearts filled with desires&lt;br /&gt;life full of miseries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the colder nights,&lt;br /&gt;she wishes for warmth&lt;br /&gt;from the body of one she adores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a rainy day,&lt;br /&gt;she visualises memories&lt;br /&gt;of two in bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a star filled night,&lt;br /&gt;she remembers,&lt;br /&gt;the things he used to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the lunar,&lt;br /&gt;she knows,&lt;br /&gt;they're both looking at the moon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every step  she takes,&lt;br /&gt;she has something that relates&lt;br /&gt;to the things they used to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that she's falling&lt;br /&gt;she knows,&lt;br /&gt;it was a walk to remember.&lt;br /&gt;to be remembered.&lt;br /&gt;A walk promised by two, together forever til time ends.&lt;br /&gt;A walk cherished.&lt;br /&gt;A walk she' never wants to stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodbye&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;nerupaalum mudiyathamma ninaivugalai azhipatharkki&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;azhagaana neram adhai neethaan koduthaai&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;( Wonderful memories .. You had given me that )&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;azhiyadha sogam adhaiyum neethaan koduthaai&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;( Imperishable misery .. You had also given me that )&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24169829-4720178698622906705?l=exquisite-femme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exquisite-femme.blogspot.com/feeds/4720178698622906705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24169829&amp;postID=4720178698622906705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169829/posts/default/4720178698622906705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169829/posts/default/4720178698622906705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exquisite-femme.blogspot.com/2007/12/dont-wanna-meet-in-long-long-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Genieve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/51/23/3373215/3057490304507s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24169829.post-7069537798872481310</id><published>2007-12-09T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T22:45:40.022+08:00</updated><title type='text'>get over.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Have you ever felt like you OWNED something&lt;br /&gt;and just when you decide to show it off to the world,&lt;br /&gt;'someone' takes it away from you.&lt;br /&gt;ie. someone doesnt literally have to be a person, it may be something.&lt;br /&gt;And what I may have owned was a living thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it's ridiculous to be even thinking of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and what's best? I still dont seem to comprehend EVERYTHING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;put the gun to my head.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24169829-7069537798872481310?l=exquisite-femme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exquisite-femme.blogspot.com/feeds/7069537798872481310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24169829&amp;postID=7069537798872481310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169829/posts/default/7069537798872481310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169829/posts/default/7069537798872481310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exquisite-femme.blogspot.com/2007/12/get-over.html' title='get over.'/><author><name>Genieve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/51/23/3373215/3057490304507s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24169829.post-81227851786100235</id><published>2007-12-09T01:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T02:10:58.328+08:00</updated><title type='text'>christmas spring cleaning</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It's DECEMBER 2007.&lt;br /&gt;Christmas and New year 08 is coming right up.&lt;br /&gt;So as I was clearing my cupboard and i realize&lt;br /&gt;i've got ALOT of clothes&lt;br /&gt;and I dont actually wear them, at all. hehh.&lt;br /&gt;SEASONAL.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GuUjJk2z06Q/R1rZDh4WHNI/AAAAAAAAApU/mVX-k0epRK8/s1600-h/DSC06337.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141660579254377682" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GuUjJk2z06Q/R1rZDh4WHNI/AAAAAAAAApU/mVX-k0epRK8/s400/DSC06337.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;First pile.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GuUjJk2z06Q/R1rchh4WHOI/AAAAAAAAApc/nJaskV7DHf4/s1600-h/DSC06338.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141664393185336546" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GuUjJk2z06Q/R1rchh4WHOI/AAAAAAAAApc/nJaskV7DHf4/s400/DSC06338.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;second pile, as you can see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GuUjJk2z06Q/R1rYox4WHMI/AAAAAAAAApM/DDiS7ljVp-U/s1600-h/DSC06336.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141660119692876994" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GuUjJk2z06Q/R1rYox4WHMI/AAAAAAAAApM/DDiS7ljVp-U/s400/DSC06336.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;third pile, on the rocking chair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GuUjJk2z06Q/R1rYFR4WHLI/AAAAAAAAApE/VphNnurEpwk/s1600-h/DSC06335.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141659509807520946" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GuUjJk2z06Q/R1rYFR4WHLI/AAAAAAAAApE/VphNnurEpwk/s400/DSC06335.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4th pile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GuUjJk2z06Q/R1rXoh4WHKI/AAAAAAAAAo8/BffOeE2g4Ns/s1600-h/DSC06334.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141659015886281890" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GuUjJk2z06Q/R1rXoh4WHKI/AAAAAAAAAo8/BffOeE2g4Ns/s400/DSC06334.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5th pile, on the bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GuUjJk2z06Q/R1rXCx4WHJI/AAAAAAAAAo0/DrnWVDwwZVs/s1600-h/DSC06333.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141658367346220178" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GuUjJk2z06Q/R1rXCx4WHJI/AAAAAAAAAo0/DrnWVDwwZVs/s400/DSC06333.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6th pile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GuUjJk2z06Q/R1rV-B4WHII/AAAAAAAAAos/USLqzgWXwS0/s1600-h/DSC06332.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141657186230213762" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GuUjJk2z06Q/R1rV-B4WHII/AAAAAAAAAos/USLqzgWXwS0/s400/DSC06332.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;7th and 8th pile in a huge red plastic bag,- for giving away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GuUjJk2z06Q/R1rU4R4WHHI/AAAAAAAAAok/FaZ8ER3Jlkc/s1600-h/DSC06317.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141655987934338162" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GuUjJk2z06Q/R1rU4R4WHHI/AAAAAAAAAok/FaZ8ER3Jlkc/s400/DSC06317.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me in the worst form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GuUjJk2z06Q/R1rUlh4WHGI/AAAAAAAAAoc/NCBsB1tDr2E/s1600-h/DSC06316.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141655665811790946" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GuUjJk2z06Q/R1rUlh4WHGI/AAAAAAAAAoc/NCBsB1tDr2E/s400/DSC06316.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another pile, for giving away. hehh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, i realized, ive got tons of clothes, very seasonal.&lt;br /&gt;I decided to give away as much as possible so i can shop more for newer ones hehhh!&lt;br /&gt;made my sister keep a huge pile so that she can bring it back to melbourne.&lt;br /&gt;: DDD&lt;br /&gt;Donated one top, to my doll. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A orange one that &lt;strong&gt;max&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;s&gt;myman&lt;/s&gt; gave me.&lt;br /&gt;Now i can cuddle it to sleep, peacefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;go away nightmares, you're just hurting me.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24169829-81227851786100235?l=exquisite-femme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exquisite-femme.blogspot.com/feeds/81227851786100235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24169829&amp;postID=81227851786100235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169829/posts/default/81227851786100235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169829/posts/default/81227851786100235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exquisite-femme.blogspot.com/2007/12/christmas-spring-cleaning.html' title='christmas spring cleaning'/><author><name>Genieve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/51/23/3373215/3057490304507s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GuUjJk2z06Q/R1rZDh4WHNI/AAAAAAAAApU/mVX-k0epRK8/s72-c/DSC06337.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
