<?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-19647782</id><updated>2012-01-21T13:55:22.392-08:00</updated><title type='text'>narcissism</title><subtitle type='html'>All about me and my self-destructive ghost of a life. Enjoy!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hedonysticfemale.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19647782/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hedonysticfemale.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>hedonyst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01015260389700187161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y53/hedonyst/Pic0054.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>52</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19647782.post-9146040772093390265</id><published>2007-05-08T23:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T08:19:12.919-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Ola! Hasn't been much to blog abt lately. The holiday euphoria has worn off. Altho I'm still lovin sleeping in and not havin to worry about assignments and classes. I can stay up as late as I want and watch all my shows without feeling guilty. Ahhh...I like this. Went for Mambo Jambo on Labor Day eve, apart frm that havent been clubbin much. Drinking got la. Hehehe. Basically just been bumming, getting fat in the process..haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Have discovered a new show to add to the list : Ugly Betty. Yes I know it's been around for some time, it's almost to the end of the first season, but I have now only started watching it. It's really good!! Like as if I need another show to be addicted to, but what the hell. It's funny, has good plot twists and very very entertaining. Watch it! Heroes is getting so good, givin me headaches but it's such a freakin amazing show. Lost and Greys Anatomy too are as great as ever, altho I didn't like the 2-part Addison spin-off thing for Greys. One Tree Hill is back after a 6-week hiatus, the long-awaited episode after the major cliffhanger was almost worth the wait! It was awesome! Girl power wei. Downloaded shows aside, I've finally watched Spiderman3. I found it better than the first two. I liked seeing Spidey's 'dark side', and Harry Osbourne has gotten hotter! Lovin the new channel E! on Astro..it's really damn addictive. Love the True Hollywood Stories, today I watched the one on Friends, which is my favourite show in the whole world if anyone of you don't know that already. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Speakin of friends. Drama, drama, drama. I just don't get it, why keep abusing the trust? After everything we've been through, we loved you unconditionally, stuck by one another through the bad breakups, family problems and painful times, you turn out to be someone we never thought you were. It doesnt piss me off anymore, now it just hurts. Did we ever even know you? Were we all puppets in your play? We forgave you again and again and gave you the benefit of the doubt. And then you just go right out and betray the trust again. It's gone overboard. We hav all drifted apart at some time, but somehow we found each other again. This time I fear we will not come back from this. It makes me sad and I long for the old days when we all had each other, had so much fun together. Sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Life goes on. People lie and people accuse you of nothing and people betray and people hurt and people cheat but life goes on. I'm just afraid that my wall has become thicker and thicker, sometimes I wonder if I'm the same person I was before, when I was naiive and trusted people and didn't know any better, was I better off then or now? Am I wiser and smarter or just harder and colder? I don't know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Ciao for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19647782-9146040772093390265?l=hedonysticfemale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hedonysticfemale.blogspot.com/feeds/9146040772093390265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19647782&amp;postID=9146040772093390265&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19647782/posts/default/9146040772093390265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19647782/posts/default/9146040772093390265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hedonysticfemale.blogspot.com/2007/05/ola-hasnt-been-much-to-blog-abt-lately.html' title=''/><author><name>hedonyst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01015260389700187161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y53/hedonyst/Pic0054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19647782.post-2192847601719161170</id><published>2007-04-26T15:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T00:34:01.511-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Yes its been quite some time since I last blogged! This post is way overdue..been doin practically nothing for the past 3 days, you'd think I would have the time to blog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway..I'm on holiday now, woo-hoo! Exams finished last Wednesday, celebrated by goin 2 Maison on Thurs with Heather, Sher and the gang.. was a freakin blast!! Danced and drank the whole night away...was the first time goin clubbing with Heather in 2 yrs [Karma and Bangsar doesnt count!] and it was her first time at Maison..I'm so glad she had fun too! On Saturday night went for the Good Charlotte concert. I was admittedly not a big fan of them..but I got free tix from my sis so I just went. Took Heather and Leanne..went there and met up with Leanne's bf, some of her friends and Iki was there too..coincedentally he's her coll friend..small world! Anyway the concert was AWESOME! GC really hav a way of hyping the crowd up..they kept saying how much they lurve Malaysia..and wanna have little M'sian babies..hahaha! Had a really good time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Monday I finally finally got my tattoo done..after like a yr of saying I'm gonna do it..I was soo nervous but when the needle finally touched my skin I was so suprised that it was like nothing.. I have experienced far worse pain! Maybe I just have a high tolerance for pain or something I don't know..but it was seriously like nothing..so finally I have my first tattoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it for now..Here's a couple of pics. Adios!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AP6_CNkG6sI/RjBUuGBma0I/AAAAAAAAAB4/u2LB2Hqom3o/s1600-h/DSC035712.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057635532405107522" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AP6_CNkG6sI/RjBUuGBma0I/AAAAAAAAAB4/u2LB2Hqom3o/s320/DSC035712.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Me &amp;amp; Heather-Sue before Maison &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AP6_CNkG6sI/RjBVfmBma1I/AAAAAAAAACA/qxtdQ_u2AqA/s1600-h/DSC03590.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057636382808632146" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AP6_CNkG6sI/RjBVfmBma1I/AAAAAAAAACA/qxtdQ_u2AqA/s320/DSC03590.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;5 mins after it was done..it's a Gemini sign btw &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19647782-2192847601719161170?l=hedonysticfemale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hedonysticfemale.blogspot.com/feeds/2192847601719161170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19647782&amp;postID=2192847601719161170&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19647782/posts/default/2192847601719161170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19647782/posts/default/2192847601719161170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hedonysticfemale.blogspot.com/2007/04/yes-its-been-quite-some-time-since-i.html' title=''/><author><name>hedonyst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01015260389700187161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y53/hedonyst/Pic0054.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_AP6_CNkG6sI/RjBUuGBma0I/AAAAAAAAAB4/u2LB2Hqom3o/s72-c/DSC035712.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19647782.post-290643894951567664</id><published>2007-04-06T18:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T00:25:04.485-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Once in a while I like to reflect on the things I have been blessed with, it helps me put my life into perspective. So here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am grateful for my bed. Yes, my bed. I have the most comfortable, softest queen-size bed ever. I am serious. And so I have the greatest sleeps ever. I'm so used to my bed that when I have to sleep in another one I find it so damn uncomfortable and I cannot sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am grateful for my friends. I know alot of people but I only have a handful of true friends, those who have my back and will always be there when I need them to be. They know who they are. I love you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am grateful for my mother. She hasn't been given the best life and wasn't able to make choices she wanted to but that never stopped her from letting us make our own decisions and from giving us the best life she could. She's the best mother anyone could ask for. Plus she's the world's best cook. I love you Mummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am grateful for my luck. I don't want to jinx it but sometimes I think luck is on my side. Everytime I land in shit I somehow always manage to come out sparkling clean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am grateful for my hair. Probably the only part of me that's really healthy. It's shiny, thick, soft, semi-straight even when I don't blow-dry it and most of all, it's not that 'indian' hair and so I don't need to do any rebonding crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am grateful for my high metabolism. I can eat whatever I want whenever I want and how much I want and somehow not put on weight. Maybe a kg or two [which is much-needed] but if I don't eat properly for a while that just falls off too. I don't know how long this will last, probably when I'm older my metabolism will slow down. So fingers crossed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am grateful for the roof over my head and the food on the table. I have my share of problems but I always try to remember that life could be much worse. Help &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="www.makepovertyhistory.org"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Make Poverty History&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well of course I am grateful for alot more things, but these are the ones on top of my head. Gotta go to work now. Ciaoz.&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/19647782-290643894951567664?l=hedonysticfemale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hedonysticfemale.blogspot.com/feeds/290643894951567664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19647782&amp;postID=290643894951567664&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19647782/posts/default/290643894951567664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19647782/posts/default/290643894951567664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hedonysticfemale.blogspot.com/2007/04/once-in-while-i-like-to-reflect-on.html' title=''/><author><name>hedonyst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01015260389700187161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y53/hedonyst/Pic0054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19647782.post-8140366039764176765</id><published>2007-03-30T11:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T20:48:53.008-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Yesterday was a fun albeit tiring day. After class, Heather, Sheralynn and I went to 1utama as Sher was supposed to get her tattoo done at 3p.m...we arrived there around 1 so decided to hav lunch at Paddington House of Pancakes. Damn I love that place! This time I had the Pile of Dollars...it's basically dollar-sized pancakes with franks, bacon, peppers and guacamole...heaven I tell you...the other time I had the All-Day Breakfast..pancakes with hashbrowns, chipolatas, and bacon, yum! Oh and yet another tme before that, I had pancakes with strawberries, ice-cream, whipped cream and I can't really remember what else, but it was yummy...The only thing about PHOP is that the portions are pretty big and the food is so filling that halfway through your food you'll start feelin a lil sick...hehe. Heather had the Pan-Dory fillet with Pannekoek which was yummy as well, Sheralynn had the Classic Maple Stack, they were so generous with their maple syrup. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;After Lunch, we walked around a bit and then went over to Dragonfly..unfortunately we were told that the previous appointment was running late and so we had to wait about one and a half more hours til Sher could do her tattoo..which was pretty unfair as she had made an appointment two days in advance. So what else do 3 girls do in a mall? Shop! We just couldn't resist...damn sales everywhere. We all bought stuff from WH, I love that place but usually its a lil too pricey for my taste, but it's totally worth in during the Sale...I bought a top and a belt..Then we went to Vincci..and I bought shoes...and then later on I bought a new belly-button ring...Haha, I'm really not a shopaholic kinda person so I was feelin kinda guilty, but then what the heck right? A girl needs a lil bit of retail therapy at times! After wasting time, we went back to Dragonfly only to be told we had to wait ANOTHER hour and a half! Sher was determined to get her tattoes done today, so we waited..walked around some more, had a drink and some food at Burger King, and then finally around 7 she could do it..but only the small one, there was no time to do her main one. Damn, it was cool watchin them do it..not as frightening as I thought it would be...I can't wait to do mine...Soon!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Reached home around 9.30p.m..was supposed to hit Maison last night [it's been a month!] but I was too tired, plus I was kinda broke :p A great day...it's amazing how you can just waste 8 hrs in a mall when you have good company...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AP6_CNkG6sI/RgyFqtlBJyI/AAAAAAAAABQ/5bSgneZZUjE/s1600-h/29-03-07_1337.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047556251211343650" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AP6_CNkG6sI/RgyFqtlBJyI/AAAAAAAAABQ/5bSgneZZUjE/s320/29-03-07_1337.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;I just love the camera.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AP6_CNkG6sI/RgyGLNlBJzI/AAAAAAAAABY/6JA6LhNKAns/s1600-h/29-03-07_1459.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047556809557092146" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AP6_CNkG6sI/RgyGLNlBJzI/AAAAAAAAABY/6JA6LhNKAns/s320/29-03-07_1459.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Heather, Me and Sher... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AP6_CNkG6sI/RgyGl9lBJ0I/AAAAAAAAABg/N0nWNhAWTIE/s1600-h/29-03-07_1508.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047557269118592834" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AP6_CNkG6sI/RgyGl9lBJ0I/AAAAAAAAABg/N0nWNhAWTIE/s320/29-03-07_1508.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;We were bored! And realized we were all wearing funky rings :p &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AP6_CNkG6sI/RgyHCNlBJ1I/AAAAAAAAABo/arT1uclYiPg/s1600-h/29-03-07_2207.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047557754449897298" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AP6_CNkG6sI/RgyHCNlBJ1I/AAAAAAAAABo/arT1uclYiPg/s320/29-03-07_2207.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Sher's tattoo..it's a chinese fire symbol &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AP6_CNkG6sI/RgyHV9lBJ2I/AAAAAAAAABw/S9e38WHbxDY/s1600-h/untitled.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047558093752313698" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AP6_CNkG6sI/RgyHV9lBJ2I/AAAAAAAAABw/S9e38WHbxDY/s320/untitled.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;My new bling! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19647782-8140366039764176765?l=hedonysticfemale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hedonysticfemale.blogspot.com/feeds/8140366039764176765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19647782&amp;postID=8140366039764176765&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19647782/posts/default/8140366039764176765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19647782/posts/default/8140366039764176765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hedonysticfemale.blogspot.com/2007/03/yesterday-was-fun-albeit-tiring-day.html' title=''/><author><name>hedonyst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01015260389700187161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y53/hedonyst/Pic0054.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_AP6_CNkG6sI/RgyFqtlBJyI/AAAAAAAAABQ/5bSgneZZUjE/s72-c/29-03-07_1337.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19647782.post-601008100418769406</id><published>2007-03-21T09:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T09:53:00.298-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Is it really true that the older women get, the more unattractive and wrinkly we become, but the older men get, the better-looking and more distinguished they become? Hmmm. I do think its true. The pic of Brad Pitt on the side of PBD is HAWT HAWT HAWT, even though he looks old-ish. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;I think I am having a midlife crisis. I'm turning 20 in two months. Ok ok so I know 20 isn't old at all, but I'm gonna be officially out of my teens man. Whats the big deal right? Well I'm a Gemini, I'm an eternal child, can't help feeling this way. The truth is I find it so hard to believe how fast time has flown. I am now teaching primary school English part-time at a tuition centre and when I see the form4,5 kids...it feels like only yesterday I was one of them. Maybe its my lack of size. The secondary school kids look so much older than me and they're so much taller too. Hmmph. They probably think I'm a student there too. Now isn't that just sad...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;I just feel so nostalgic for the old days, like as if I'm some grandmother sitting in her rocking chair thinking of my glory days. Whats wrong with me? I'm too young for a goddamn midlife crisis!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Help me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19647782-601008100418769406?l=hedonysticfemale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hedonysticfemale.blogspot.com/feeds/601008100418769406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19647782&amp;postID=601008100418769406&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19647782/posts/default/601008100418769406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19647782/posts/default/601008100418769406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hedonysticfemale.blogspot.com/2007/03/is-it-really-true-that-older-women-get.html' title=''/><author><name>hedonyst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01015260389700187161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y53/hedonyst/Pic0054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19647782.post-1216316929399260815</id><published>2007-03-15T23:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T08:53:52.894-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;300 is without a doubt, a freakin amazing movie. I am still stunned and blown away although I watched the movie this afternoon. First off, the GORGEOUS Spartan men in combat, half-naked with their rippling six-pack muscles, so brave and so unafraid to die in the name of their country, was enough a reason to watch this movie. Not a single moment did they regret or fear to die, they just don't make men like this nowadays! Secondly, the way they treat their women...so respectful and kind, in an era where women were nothing more than sex objects and baby-makers. The Spartans were way ahead of their time in this sense..it's really something to watch these cold, brave, hard men weaken in the presence of their loved wives. Sigh....Furthermore, the effects were awesome. Realistic and detailed, although sometimes it got too gory, like the part where one of the Spartans head got chopped off...that was a bit too lifelike. But I just have a weak appetite for things of a gory nature, I'm sure others found this all really amazing. Rodrigo Santoro as the 9-foot heavily-pierced Persian king is unrecognizable, he's the HOT guy from Lost and Love Actually. However in 300, he looks completely different but acts well. Lastly, all I can say is this movie is FANFUCKINGTASTIC, it deserves a million Oscars. Here's to the Spartans!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AP6_CNkG6sI/Rflrt1SfyVI/AAAAAAAAAAU/h9eJBwHMgUU/s1600-h/300_Movie_by_graf_fx.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042179692960926034" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AP6_CNkG6sI/Rflrt1SfyVI/AAAAAAAAAAU/h9eJBwHMgUU/s400/300_Movie_by_graf_fx.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19647782-1216316929399260815?l=hedonysticfemale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hedonysticfemale.blogspot.com/feeds/1216316929399260815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19647782&amp;postID=1216316929399260815&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19647782/posts/default/1216316929399260815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19647782/posts/default/1216316929399260815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hedonysticfemale.blogspot.com/2007/03/300-is-without-doubt-freakin-amazing.html' title=''/><author><name>hedonyst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01015260389700187161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y53/hedonyst/Pic0054.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_AP6_CNkG6sI/Rflrt1SfyVI/AAAAAAAAAAU/h9eJBwHMgUU/s72-c/300_Movie_by_graf_fx.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19647782.post-4608236812107336392</id><published>2007-03-13T11:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T20:04:32.372-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Had a great mini-holiday durin the weekend...went down 2 J.B to visit my extended family. It was just what we all needed, a little peace and relaxation plus great food and laughter..it ended too quickly though...now it's back to the hustle and bustle of KL..sigh. Yesterday after class I got drenched in the rain, I have not got so freakin soaked in the rain since form2 when we used to intentionally run around in the rain during Games, sigh how I miss Sri Inai days. Anyway, it was so bad, the wind was so strong I really almost flew away!!&lt;br /&gt;My friends have all watched 300, unfortunately I couldn't make it! Heard its real good, so good that some of my friends said they don't mind watching it again, so hopefully I will, soon.&lt;br /&gt;This is something Sher got frm DeviantArt.com, and I think it's really empowering...enjoy it girls! Til next time :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AP6_CNkG6sI/RfYT_1SfyUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ki8VC6Bck54/s1600-h/231994174l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041238820245195074" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AP6_CNkG6sI/RfYT_1SfyUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ki8VC6Bck54/s400/231994174l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19647782-4608236812107336392?l=hedonysticfemale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hedonysticfemale.blogspot.com/feeds/4608236812107336392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19647782&amp;postID=4608236812107336392&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19647782/posts/default/4608236812107336392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19647782/posts/default/4608236812107336392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hedonysticfemale.blogspot.com/2007/03/had-great-mini-holiday-durin-weekend.html' title=''/><author><name>hedonyst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01015260389700187161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y53/hedonyst/Pic0054.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_AP6_CNkG6sI/RfYT_1SfyUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ki8VC6Bck54/s72-c/231994174l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19647782.post-1485097245205271140</id><published>2007-03-05T19:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T03:34:57.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;An unbearable heat wave has taken over our already blistering hot country...it rains in the evenings but that doesn't really make it any better. I've always preferred hot weather to cold, but I've been fantasizing lately about living in a cold climate..where I actually have to wear layers to keep me warm..where I step out of my house and I'm greeted by a nice refreshing blast of cold air...sounds good right about now..of course if I'm actually experiencing that right now I'll be cursing the icy-cold air and wish I had this kind of weather to keep me warm...ahhh, we always want what we can't have...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19647782-1485097245205271140?l=hedonysticfemale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hedonysticfemale.blogspot.com/feeds/1485097245205271140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19647782&amp;postID=1485097245205271140&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19647782/posts/default/1485097245205271140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19647782/posts/default/1485097245205271140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hedonysticfemale.blogspot.com/2007/03/heat.html' title=''/><author><name>hedonyst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01015260389700187161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y53/hedonyst/Pic0054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19647782.post-8537945658113414864</id><published>2007-03-01T10:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T18:05:27.355-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;u&gt;Slow Dancing in a Burning Room&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;by John Mayer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;It's not a silly little moment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;It's not the storm before the calm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;This is the deep and dying breath of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;This love that we've been working on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Can't seem to hold you like I want to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;So I can feel you in my arms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Nobody's gonna come and save you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;We pulled too many false alarms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;We're going down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;And you can see it too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;We're going down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;And you know that we're doomed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;My dear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;We're slow dancing in a burning room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I was the one you always dreamed of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;You were the one I tried to draw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;How dare you say it's nothing to me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Baby, you're the only light I ever saw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I'll make the most of all the sadness,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;You'll be a bitch because you can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;You try to hit me just to hurt me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;So you leave me feeling dirty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Because you can't understand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;We're going down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;And you can see it too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;We're going down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;And you know that we're doomed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;My dear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;We're slow dancing in a burning room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Go cry about it - why don't you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;My dear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;We're slow dancing in a burning room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Don't you think we shoulda learned somehow?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Don't you think we oughta know by now? &lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19647782-8537945658113414864?l=hedonysticfemale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hedonysticfemale.blogspot.com/feeds/8537945658113414864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19647782&amp;postID=8537945658113414864&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19647782/posts/default/8537945658113414864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19647782/posts/default/8537945658113414864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hedonysticfemale.blogspot.com/2007/01/slow-dancing-in-burning-room-by-john.html' title=''/><author><name>hedonyst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01015260389700187161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y53/hedonyst/Pic0054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19647782.post-1363403910071300376</id><published>2007-02-27T19:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T03:24:22.089-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;I guess it's breakup season again. I was thinking to myself what is going on around me and what happened to Love..and then two people close to my heart got back together...Chris &amp; Sheralynn..my bro &amp;amp; my girl..I just wanna say I love you both and I'm happy you'll FINALLY worked things out!! I guess past loves seems to be the theme of the yr...if you really want something badly enough it does come true..although sometimes you pray and you wish for that certain someone to come back and when they do you realize it's not really what you wanted...or is it? Just a thought..be careful what you wish for!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Life's been mundane recently...nothing much been happening...it's beginning to be that time of the sem where it gets busy..assignment deadlines are coming up..two of my midterms are coming up too..time to hit the books and stop slackin my ass off! Been clubbing and havin a bit too much fun lately...but what else is a girl supposed to do when her life is basically crap anyway? Drinking and partying with my girlfriends seem to be the best way to distract myself :p My sis got to go for Muse on Sunday..arrghh! I'm so jealous! Wanted to go but tix were sold out for weeks...she got a free ticket at the last min...dammit! Ahh well there'll be others..lil birdie who goes by the name of Andrew Netto told me today that Aerosmith is coming down this yr...I wonder how far it's true...if it's true I absolutely have to go! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Project Ei8ht's got gigs coming up frm Wednesday to Sunday this week...whoever's interested you can pm me for details aight...Lookin forward to them! It's been too long since I went for one of their gigs. Alright people that's it for today..Ciaoz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;P.S : I didnt know that previously only Bloggers were allowed to comment on my posts..I've changed the setting k..:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19647782-1363403910071300376?l=hedonysticfemale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hedonysticfemale.blogspot.com/feeds/1363403910071300376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19647782&amp;postID=1363403910071300376&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19647782/posts/default/1363403910071300376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19647782/posts/default/1363403910071300376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hedonysticfemale.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-guess-its-breakup-season-again.html' title=''/><author><name>hedonyst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01015260389700187161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y53/hedonyst/Pic0054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19647782.post-4230570027387344116</id><published>2007-02-15T01:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T09:06:12.601-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Well it seems I have struck a few nerves with my last blog post..let me just say that I am NOT saying that 'fashionistas' do not have brains, or that they are ALL bimbos...just from my experience, most of them are..there have been too many times that I have been judged or looked down upon just because I do not wear the 'right' shoes or the 'right' outfit. Maybe girls just do not understand the message they are sending out there, but if they're happy that way, so be it. I am sorry if I have offended anyone. I guess it was one of those days where I was seriously in a pissy mood and needed to vent somehow. And I just wanna say, I wouldn't be a drama queen unless provoked...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Happy Valentine's Day! Well technically, being 12.54 a.m, it's not Valentine's Day anymore. It was hard for me to enjoy today being as my perception of love has been seriously damaged lately, I've become so cynical in the whole idea of love..people break up, people get separated, people get divorced, that's just life. It's another one of those screwed-up times in my life, and of course V Day just has to come around..I was so dreading this day and I was suprised to find it wasn't that bad after all, I actually had fun :) Tasha sent me a lovely V Day msg, and so I'm gonna quote it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;"Today let's fall in love with the woman in the mirror, the one you see everyday but seldom truly look at, the one who gives more than she ever takes. Today let's take nothing, not this day, not this moment, not this chance, not even ourselves for granted. Let's first LOVE WHO WE ARE. Happy Valentine's Day."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I'm actually feeling happy and at peace right now, at this very moment. I'm just gonna savor it because I know when I go to sleep and wake up in the morning, reality is gonna hit...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Bye for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19647782-4230570027387344116?l=hedonysticfemale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hedonysticfemale.blogspot.com/feeds/4230570027387344116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19647782&amp;postID=4230570027387344116&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19647782/posts/default/4230570027387344116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19647782/posts/default/4230570027387344116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hedonysticfemale.blogspot.com/2007/02/well-it-seems-i-have-struck-few-nerves.html' title=''/><author><name>hedonyst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01015260389700187161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y53/hedonyst/Pic0054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19647782.post-2263521897412871226</id><published>2007-02-09T21:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-09T05:14:30.069-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;I am so sick of girls. Girls who think they're so hot and wonderful that they can be snobbish to everyone else. Girls who take a million poser pics of themselves and put them on Friendster with captions like "I'm so ugly". Get a life! If you think you are so ugly, you wouldn't put be taking them and putting them up in the first place. And don't even get me started on girls who wear a ton of makeup and dress like they're going clubbing when they're just going to watch a movie or go for class. Do they really think they look good walking around Mid Valley in a tiny leopard-print spaggheti strap and a piece of denim skirt that barely covers their ass and high heels? Now, I'm all for being the way you want to be and not caring what people think, but come on!!! This is the reason why I get along better with guys. They're simpler [not simple, please dont get offended guys], friendlier, and less judgmental. It's so hard to find girls who are smart, have substance and don't think they can walk on water. Luckily, I know a few, and I am so honored to have met them. You know who you are. I'm not saying I am perfect or great or whatever. I'm just sick of alot of things lately and one of these things are irritating, stupid, unfriendly girls. But it's just one of those things that is never going to change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19647782-2263521897412871226?l=hedonysticfemale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hedonysticfemale.blogspot.com/feeds/2263521897412871226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19647782&amp;postID=2263521897412871226&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19647782/posts/default/2263521897412871226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19647782/posts/default/2263521897412871226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hedonysticfemale.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-am-so-sick-of-girls.html' title=''/><author><name>hedonyst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01015260389700187161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y53/hedonyst/Pic0054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19647782.post-2127895025762516576</id><published>2007-02-01T11:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T19:20:52.370-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Last night I watched Epic Movie...it's not too bad, it's from the same producers of Scary Movie and personally I think Scary Movie and its sequels are much funnier...but Epic Movie has its funny moments too. Basically they poked fun at Chronicles of Narnia [I found this really funny cause I hated the movie], Charlie n the Chocolate Factory, the Da Vinci Code, Borat, Nacho Libre, Harry Potter, Pirates of the Carribean, X-Men, Superman, James Bond and a few others including MTV shows such as Punk'd and Cribs..I found that hilarious! I also found it quite suprising that it was pretty graphic [lots of scantily-clad girls] and that they didn't censor the word 'bitch', especially since it was used aLOT of times [the White Witch in Chronicles of Narnia was called the Evil White Bitch in this movie]. I'm sure they did censor some stuff though, anyway..all in all, the movie is worth a watch if you just wanna laugh and enjoy a little toilet humour. You have to have watched all those movies they poked fun at though..or at least know a little about them...or else the jokes would be lost on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the best movie I have watched in a long time is Night at the Museum, possibly the best since Superman. It was funny, original, creative and touching...Ben Stiller is just one of the best comedic actors of our time. With a supporting cast that includes Owen Wilson, Robin Williams and Dick van Dyke..how could this movie go wrong? For anyone who hasn't watched it..I suggest you do right now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Guardian was not too bad either, it was nice to see Ashton Kutcher in a serious role. It shows there's a lot more to him than silly pretty-boy acting. It was a very inspiring and touching movie..Kevin Costner as the lead was, as usual, HOT and his acting was, as usual, superb...the movie has its draggy bits but overall it's good. For me, I never really thought about the Coast Guard people before, but in this movie you will realize how much they actually do and how risky their job is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all the movies worth mentioning that I have watched lately...looking forward to Ghost Rider, Spiderman 3, The Holiday, Shrek 3, Rush Hour 3, Harry Potter &amp;amp; the Order of the Phoenix and many more..this Summer is definitely gonna be good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adios peeps!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19647782-2127895025762516576?l=hedonysticfemale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hedonysticfemale.blogspot.com/feeds/2127895025762516576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19647782&amp;postID=2127895025762516576&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19647782/posts/default/2127895025762516576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19647782/posts/default/2127895025762516576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hedonysticfemale.blogspot.com/2007/01/last-night-i-watched-epic-movie.html' title=''/><author><name>hedonyst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01015260389700187161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y53/hedonyst/Pic0054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19647782.post-117013130923141986</id><published>2007-01-30T12:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T20:28:29.426-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Yes, I am a very bad blogger...well I'm back after more than a month of being totally MIA frm the blogging scene. I guess life has just been way too crappy, I really don't understand why when one bad thing happens...everything else just seems to go wrong. I know it might sound like I whine and complain alot, and maybe I am &lt;em&gt;slightly&lt;/em&gt; cynical about life...but the last month or so really takes the cake for being a sucky time in my life and an even suckier way to end the suckiest year ever. I do not wish to tell everyone on this blog about what has been happening as it is pretty personal, but let's just say it involves alot of betrayal and falling apart of things. All the stuff that happened just probed me to wanna keep away from everyone and from everything, and find solace in my room spending hours doing nothing much at all. Maybe I just needed to be anti-social and find some perspective. I think I have come out of my self-imposed exile now though, and I have decided to quit moping around and fix whatever it is I can fix in my life, and leave the rest up to God or fate or whatever it is that controls the universe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;One of the less-personal crappy things that happened was my PC going bust. I have a main PC, which I share with my family, and my sis and I usually download our shows and stuff on there. We're complete TV-addicts, and we had episodes from at least 10 different series on that computer, some we haven't even gotten around to watching yet. Now they're all gone, including hundreds of songs and pictures and all my HELP documents from my previous semesters, because I was so stupid to take it for granted and not transfer all my important stuff to my laptop and the external hard drive. But it's okay. It's just material stuff, right? I have the tendency to keep and store useless stuff anyway, so it's good that it all got deleted. I'll just keep telling myself that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;The good thing that happened last month was Sashi coming back. It was only a month, but it was great, just having him around made all the other stuff I was going through so much easier. Don't know what I'll do without him. It's already going to be our 7-month anniversary, I can't believe it. I have never had a 1-yr anniversary in my life, for some reason they always end around the 10-month mark [I think I'm cursed] and I'm hoping to hit the 1-yr mark with Sashi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;It's a new year, which means new beginnings. And I have a feeling that this yr is going to be different that the others...I guess we'll just have to wait and see. I don't know if it's because I'm turning [oh my god] 20 this yr, but I do feel more mature and more focused, ready to tackle new challenges and not resort to stupid tactics and screw up so often like I did last year. I'm gonna be officially out of my teens! God that's just sad. But I'm a Gemini, which means I will always be a child at heart....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Before I end this post...I would just like to commemorate a friend I have known since I was in primary school, a person who was sweet, smart and kind. His name is Jason Soo Sing Hing, he passed away a week or so ago in a car accident. He will never be forgotten, and he will live on in our memories. He was a good friend, son and schoolmate to all who knew him. God bless your soul and may you rest in peace, Sing Hing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Coming up in my next post...Movie reviews. See you'll then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19647782-117013130923141986?l=hedonysticfemale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hedonysticfemale.blogspot.com/feeds/117013130923141986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19647782&amp;postID=117013130923141986&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19647782/posts/default/117013130923141986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19647782/posts/default/117013130923141986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hedonysticfemale.blogspot.com/2007/01/yes-i-am-very-bad-blogger.html' title=''/><author><name>hedonyst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01015260389700187161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y53/hedonyst/Pic0054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19647782.post-116617617342467559</id><published>2006-12-15T17:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T01:49:33.440-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Sometimes I wish my life was simple. I wish the biggest problems I had to face each day were those like whether or not I should go shopping at Mid Valley or One Utama or whether or not I should streak my hair blonde.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Unfortunately my problems are much bigger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;But it makes me wonder. If I didn't have these problems to face, would I be the person I am today? I don't think so. Recent events have proven that I have grown. That I am finally able to think with my head and not with my emotions. And although things are undoubtedly gonna change and possibly get worse, I know I can get through it. Because I have to. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I don't have simple problems or a simple life. But that's good because that means I am not a simple person. And I'm glad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19647782-116617617342467559?l=hedonysticfemale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hedonysticfemale.blogspot.com/feeds/116617617342467559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19647782&amp;postID=116617617342467559&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19647782/posts/default/116617617342467559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19647782/posts/default/116617617342467559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hedonysticfemale.blogspot.com/2006/12/sometimes-i-wish-my-life-was-simple.html' title=''/><author><name>hedonyst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01015260389700187161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y53/hedonyst/Pic0054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19647782.post-116574014871880709</id><published>2006-12-10T16:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T00:42:28.726-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Stumbling, falling blindly&lt;br /&gt;my way has been lost once more;&lt;br /&gt;again I have chosen to do wrong&lt;br /&gt;again I have hurt the ones most dear;&lt;br /&gt;confused at who i am&lt;br /&gt;angry at what i've become&lt;br /&gt;disgusted that i haven't changed&lt;br /&gt;bitter about my past;&lt;br /&gt;I keep making the same mistakes&lt;br /&gt;each time worse than the last&lt;br /&gt;tell me when will i stop&lt;br /&gt;tell me why i do what i do;&lt;br /&gt;When will I do something good&lt;br /&gt;something that will make me proud&lt;br /&gt;something that will make me shine;&lt;br /&gt;Pushed til I can't move anymore&lt;br /&gt;tryin to make them all understand&lt;br /&gt;but it's me who doesn't understand;&lt;br /&gt;No more lies, no more manipulation&lt;br /&gt;this is the last time&lt;br /&gt;this is a new beginning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19647782-116574014871880709?l=hedonysticfemale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hedonysticfemale.blogspot.com/feeds/116574014871880709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19647782&amp;postID=116574014871880709&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19647782/posts/default/116574014871880709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19647782/posts/default/116574014871880709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hedonysticfemale.blogspot.com/2006/12/stumbling-falling-blindly-my-way-has.html' title=''/><author><name>hedonyst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01015260389700187161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y53/hedonyst/Pic0054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19647782.post-116427515267244573</id><published>2006-11-23T17:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T01:45:52.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Ok so it's been quite awhile. One month and 12 days to be exact...that's a long time to go without blogging. I guess I haven't really had the time to blog plus there hasn't been much to blog ABOUT..my life is not really extra-happening at the moment...its been a busy semester, a short one so everything is crammed into just 7 weeks, so this would be a normal day in my life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 - 10 a.m - wake up, shower, get ready&lt;br /&gt;10 a.m - go to college, classes, etc&lt;br /&gt;4 p.m - 6 p.m - finish classes, de-stress at starbucks with my peeps [my fave time of the day]&lt;br /&gt;6 - 8 p.m - come home, go online, take my dog for a walk&lt;br /&gt;8 - 9 p.m - dinner/shower&lt;br /&gt;9 - 11 p.m - watch my shows/go online/do assignments&lt;br /&gt;11 p.m - 1 a.m - study&lt;br /&gt;1 a.m - 3 a.m - fall asleep somewhere in between&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How exciting huh? Gosh. I'm sure every one of you are just dying to be in my shoes *rolls eyes*. Ah well, it's karma, cuz if I had done well in my previous semesters and now slacked around, I would not need to slog as much as I am now...so I deserve this. After the 5th of Dec, I'll be on one-mth break, during which Sashi is coming back [yay!!!] and it will be my longest break til god noes when, since starting next yr we only have one-week break in between sems because they have added an extra sem. Wonderful, but it has its pros cause that means I'll be transferring faster and getting the hell outta here sooner [yay again!!!].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the things that have made me happy lately :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- got a pedicure for the first time in my life and realized it's money well spent&lt;br /&gt;- the return of my shows such as The O.C, One Tree Hill, Grey's Anatomy, Lost [altho it is currently on hiatus til Feb, arrgh!] and the addition of awesome new shows such as Heroes, The Class and Brothers &amp;amp; Sisters&lt;br /&gt;- Starbucks, their new christmassy ambience can perk up anyone's day, just try it..and while you're at it, have their new ToffeeNut Frappucino, it's delish&lt;br /&gt;- the betta fighting fish I finally bought myself [see below]&lt;br /&gt;- the fact that Sashi and I have made it through the obstacles and oh-so-challenging problems that only people in long-distance relationships know about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's about it..what about the things that have made me sad/angry/frustrated? Well being as I am a fairly pessimistic and cynical person 3/4 of the time...there are way more of those than the happy things..I'll say a ratio of about 5:1...so instead of wasting the rest of the day and well, depressing anyone who reads this..I shall pass on that and focus on the positive side of life [a new strategy I've learned, works sometimes].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye for now...I will be back...btw something is wrong with my !@#$% tag-board so til further notice just leave a normal comment if you want to. Ciao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3247/965/1600/8250/DSC03132.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3247/965/320/649789/DSC03132.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;my fishie [have not named him yet]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19647782-116427515267244573?l=hedonysticfemale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hedonysticfemale.blogspot.com/feeds/116427515267244573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19647782&amp;postID=116427515267244573&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19647782/posts/default/116427515267244573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19647782/posts/default/116427515267244573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hedonysticfemale.blogspot.com/2006/11/ok-so-its-been-quite-awhile.html' title=''/><author><name>hedonyst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01015260389700187161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y53/hedonyst/Pic0054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19647782.post-116057081259097497</id><published>2006-10-11T20:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T04:49:14.383-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;I can't believe how big my dog is now. She is now officially a 'woman' and no more a lil puppy! Sigh. It seems like just yesterday that we got her and she was just 2 months old, so small I could pick her up with one hand. Now I can barely lift her for more than 15 secs! And gosh, I remember when taking her for walks were easy. Now she takes ME for a walk, no wait, a run. But she's still so hyper and entertaining. It's so cute how she gets so fascinated by things like frogs and flies. And I'll leave the house for like an hour, and the way she greets me when I come back is as if I've been gone for a month. She's become a good guard dog, she barks at everyone from the postman to the garbage men. These few months of havin a dog has really taught me so much bout doggies, bein an huge animal lover I always wanted a dog but never could til now. Now I'm like some expert, hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am back to college....now it's a short sem, which it is NOT supposed to be, HELP changed the semesters to go according to the HELP schedules, when they should actually be following the American system because thanks to what they have done, it screws up alot of students' plans to transfer. So anyway. I am so pissed off because I can only take 2 subjects when I wanted to take more so I can finish up my credits and get the hell out of this country. But everythin else clashes. And the counselers are so unhelpful, except a few. Come on la, as it is ADP is so damn confusing, what with everyone tellin me different things bout what I'm supposed to do [thank you Sashi for finally explaining to me and making things clear, I love you], and they can't even be bothered to offer any help or answer our questions. All they do is give you a bored and 'dont disturb me' look. If you hate your job that much, then quit. Geez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched Talladega Nights recently, I found it pretty funny...watch it if you're a fan of silly comedy. The storyline's predictable and kinda dumb, but it's good for laughs. Ali G is just awesome. I feel like watching Ali G in da House again. I think I will, after this. Speaking of watching, I am so glad because summer is over and so all the shows that I download are back!!! Greys Anatomy, LOST, One Tree Hill, Desperate Housewives etc etc. Yes, I'm somewhat of a TV freak, don't mind me. I prefer to get lost watching hours of fictitious drama and comedy than face the harsh, cold reality of the real world. Is that so bad? =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All right. I think that's enuff of my random ramblings for today. Will leave you with a pic of my darling maya. Peace out! [ugh, why did I just type that? I hate that expression.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3247/965/1600/Photo_0251.jpg.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3247/965/320/Photo_0251.jpg.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19647782-116057081259097497?l=hedonysticfemale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hedonysticfemale.blogspot.com/feeds/116057081259097497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19647782&amp;postID=116057081259097497&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19647782/posts/default/116057081259097497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19647782/posts/default/116057081259097497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hedonysticfemale.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-cant-believe-how-big-my-dog-is-now.html' title=''/><author><name>hedonyst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01015260389700187161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y53/hedonyst/Pic0054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19647782.post-115970419546151326</id><published>2006-10-01T19:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T05:03:15.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Emo emo emo....that's why it's dangerous for people like me to hav too much time on my hands. I think too much and get all emo for no apparent reason. And this is why I hate the holidays. There's only one week left tho. So soon I will stop feeling like a lifeless pathetic bore and have some kind of purpose in my life. Hahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Went to Maison on thurs night with shu-theng and peeps. It was so much fun. Maison is definitely better than the other clubs. Good music, good prices on the drinks, good crowd, good layout, good decor. At least thats what I think. Zouk sucks. It's way too hyped up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I need to cut my hair. And I need to go shopping. Sadly, I am broke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Ah well. Back to my miserable bitter hole of a life. Adios.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19647782-115970419546151326?l=hedonysticfemale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hedonysticfemale.blogspot.com/feeds/115970419546151326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19647782&amp;postID=115970419546151326&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19647782/posts/default/115970419546151326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19647782/posts/default/115970419546151326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hedonysticfemale.blogspot.com/2006/10/emo-emo-emo.html' title=''/><author><name>hedonyst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01015260389700187161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y53/hedonyst/Pic0054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19647782.post-115911105807568524</id><published>2006-09-24T23:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T08:17:38.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Hello...it's been about 2 weeks since hols started..can't say its the best holidays of my life. My days mostly consist of sitting in front of the com or in front of the TV. I got a job at as a hostess at a popular restaurant and then quit after one day...it just wasn't for me...8 hrs on my feet is just not what I wanted to be doing for my holidays...the money wasn't worth it! Now am working at Kumon..it's only two days a week and I start on Tuesday so I'm not sure how it's gonna be...but I'd rather be spending my time with kids than stuck-up hungry people. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;I'm missing alot of people lately...first of all..my darling boyfriend who is 300000 miles away...although thank God for technology..it has made it so much easier to have a long-distance relationship [skype rocks]. I'm also missing my best friend...I wonder if we have grown apart or this is just a temporary thing...I miss her company and the good times we used to have together...it's sad that she never seems to have time for me anymore. I'm missing the friends I have lost due to betrayal and heartbreak...no matter how I try to erase them from my life, it doesn't erase the fact that we used 2 have fun together and the good memories. I miss the KPG clan...I know it's my fault that we can't hang out together much anymore...but those were good days...just sittin at the mamak for hours doing nothing. I miss my friends who are overseas...although when they come back it's like as if they never left.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Well if it's not for the friends who are still around...esp Sheralynn and Sham...the two people who I have been through alot with although we have only known each other for a year plus...I don't know what I would do. We have had our share or ups and downs...but they are truly my girls...we have all drifted apart at some time but somehow we keep coming back to each other. I can always count on having the best girls' nights out with them. And there's Leanne...the one who once said that after form5 we would probably never speak 2 each other again...no matter what, she is just always still bubbly Leanne...the friend I can count on no matter what...the one who never fails to cheer me up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Well that's all for today. Adios =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19647782-115911105807568524?l=hedonysticfemale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hedonysticfemale.blogspot.com/feeds/115911105807568524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19647782&amp;postID=115911105807568524&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19647782/posts/default/115911105807568524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19647782/posts/default/115911105807568524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hedonysticfemale.blogspot.com/2006/09/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>hedonyst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01015260389700187161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y53/hedonyst/Pic0054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19647782.post-115741626451058676</id><published>2006-09-05T08:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T17:42:53.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;u&gt;10 Random Facts About Me &lt;/center&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;1) I am addicted to chocolate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;2) I absolutely despise long-drops.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;3) I love animals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;4) I contradict myself alot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;5) I can't sing but I love to sing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;6) I never give up on Love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;7) I love the color blue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;8) I almost always get what I want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;9) I love wind-chimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;10) I hate bugs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19647782-115741626451058676?l=hedonysticfemale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hedonysticfemale.blogspot.com/feeds/115741626451058676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19647782&amp;postID=115741626451058676&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19647782/posts/default/115741626451058676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19647782/posts/default/115741626451058676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hedonysticfemale.blogspot.com/2006/09/10-random-facts-about-me-1-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>hedonyst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01015260389700187161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y53/hedonyst/Pic0054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19647782.post-115707811086838318</id><published>2006-09-01T13:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T22:25:55.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Hey there. Sashi has gone back 2 the U.S, long-distance is not easy but it's not as hard as I expected. I'm missing him like hell, but time seems to be flying by just as it always does, and it's working out so I'm not bummed or anythin. Besides exams are next freakin week and I'm so stressed!! I just hav to do well this sem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt; Newsflash! The impossible has happened. I have put on weight. Imagine, all this damn time I've been tryin to put on the weight I lost, nothing happened except I lost even MORE weight...then when I just don't think about it and start to enjoy life, next thing I know my jeans are tighter and hello! Ass is back. I guess being truly happy just has so many more benefits that I have forgotten about... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Merdeka was yesterday, honestly doesn't really feel like there is freedom in this country...but I'm still a Malaysian so I will spare the rant about Malaysia being such a @$#!$^&amp; country. Had a pretty mellow Merdeka eve..watched Mistress of Spices [chun movie, I just love Aishwarya Rai, she's so freakin gorgeous] with my girls, and then we decided to just spend Merdeka eve at Sham's and drink ourselves to emotionalism &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;which we have not done for quite some time. And so we did. Girl's night in on Merdeka eve, while the roads everywhere else were jammed with swarms of Rempits with flags. Gosh. Can't wait for exams to be over and then holidays to start...guess that wud be the next time you hear frm me. Adios!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                              &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3247/965/1600/91d5scd.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3247/965/320/91d5scd.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                        &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;us on his last day here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19647782-115707811086838318?l=hedonysticfemale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hedonysticfemale.blogspot.com/feeds/115707811086838318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19647782&amp;postID=115707811086838318&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19647782/posts/default/115707811086838318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19647782/posts/default/115707811086838318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hedonysticfemale.blogspot.com/2006/09/hey-there.html' title=''/><author><name>hedonyst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01015260389700187161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y53/hedonyst/Pic0054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19647782.post-115547612981011268</id><published>2006-08-13T21:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T06:44:08.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Hey. Yes I know, I haven't blogged in some time. Have not really had the time. Anyways..life has just been fantastic since I last blogged..been spendin all my time, literally all my time, with Sashi. We've been doin just about everythin under the sun...watchin movies, shopping, clubbing, drivin around aimlessly, going all around KL...he even took me to the Zoo one day knowing I'm an animal lover. And yesterday we drove up to Genting and stayed there for one night..it was simply amazing..I'm havin so much fun, he's just great. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Ok, the other reason I haven't blogged in a while was cause I knew I was just gonna go and on and on and on about my wonderful boyfriend...but what the heck, all this while for so long I was 'the single one' in the group and always stuck bein the third wheel..was always being pitied.."poor Sharuna with her messed-up relationships, when she gonna finally find a decent guy?" Well it's happened at last, so I think I'm overdue for some major gushing..I think I just deserve to be happy for a change!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Apart from that...life's just smooth-sailing...my future is lookin so much brighter than it was a couple of months ago when I didn't know what the hell I was doing at college. Everything was so blurry..other students and some of my friends had like their plan for the next couple of years laid out and I didn't even know my plan for the next week. Now a lot of my confusion has cleared up and my questions have been answered...opportunites have presented themselves..and finally I have goals that I am moving forward to. My life is going accordin to what I want it to for the first time...and I ain't gonna screw this up. Adios to bad past experiences...and hello to new wonderful ones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Til next time...oh baby if ur readin this..I love you! Ok to the rest of you'll...you can stop rolling your eyes now. Ciaoz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19647782-115547612981011268?l=hedonysticfemale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hedonysticfemale.blogspot.com/feeds/115547612981011268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19647782&amp;postID=115547612981011268&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19647782/posts/default/115547612981011268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19647782/posts/default/115547612981011268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hedonysticfemale.blogspot.com/2006/08/hey.html' title=''/><author><name>hedonyst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01015260389700187161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y53/hedonyst/Pic0054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19647782.post-115336734712480419</id><published>2006-07-20T23:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T20:53:50.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Hey peeps. My browser at home is fucked up, for some reason my blog doesn't load, but every other blog and website in the universe does. How messed-up is that. So I'm at the slow, irritating HELP computer lab blogging again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Fri went to Lumut, drove down with Dennis, Tasha &amp;amp; Eju and Sham, Venil, and Kevin came later at night by bus. For those who don't know where Lumut is, it's off Pangkor Island. You can get to Pangkor in 30 minutes by ferry from Lumut. We stayed at this Swiss-Garden Damai Laut Resort, it's absolutely beautiful and secluded. It took at least half an hr to drive anywhere with civilization. It was so much fun just swimming in the pool and the beach durin the day and drinking and clubbing in the room at night. I wore a bikini, hehehe. Just had to say that. My only regret is that it was only for 3 days. We actually woke up at 8 a.m to go swimming cause we didn't wanna waste the day, that never happens at home, haha. It was a great vacation and I'm so glad we made the effort to plan it. Can't wait for the next one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's that time in my life where I realize I haven't been paying attention to my studies and finals will be here before I know it. This happens every semester. Why am I such a slacker? It seems to be one of the things that I cannot cure, no matter how many times it happens. Guess its just me. Speaking of being me, I never thought I would find someone who is just as weird yet normal, just as complicating yet simple, just as carefree yet serious as me. But I did. Someone who I just click with, connect with, and know what he is saying before he says it. Someone who I can talk to about, well, everything under the sun and I know he won't judge me or criticize me or counter-attack me. He entered my life out of nowhere and I can't thank anyone else but Fate for letting it happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I'm on cloud 9, another cloud is hanging over my head, I had to hurt someone although it was for his own good, and I pray that this will not come back to me [you know..karma. Refer to one of my earlier blog entries]. But I feel that I have done the right thing, cause there is no point living a lie, there is no point when you have to convince yourself, there is no point jumping into something when you are not 100% sure. That doesn't stop me from feeling like a rat though. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, emo-time is over. See you'll soon. Btw, I know there r people who actually read my blog cause they will tell me about when they see me or when I chat with them on MSN, so for God's sake, PLEASE COMMENT! That's what I put the tag-board in for. Adios!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19647782-115336734712480419?l=hedonysticfemale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hedonysticfemale.blogspot.com/feeds/115336734712480419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19647782&amp;postID=115336734712480419&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19647782/posts/default/115336734712480419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19647782/posts/default/115336734712480419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hedonysticfemale.blogspot.com/2006/07/hey-peeps.html' title=''/><author><name>hedonyst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01015260389700187161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y53/hedonyst/Pic0054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19647782.post-115225415722650064</id><published>2006-07-07T14:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T23:58:53.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Am at the computer lab again...these days I really hate being in college, compared to a year ago durin my first sem where everyday was fun. What happened to everyone? Honestly I don't know how I'm gonna survive 2 more yrs before I can transfer overseas..I just can't wait to get out this freakin' country. Been hangin out alot with a friend who studies in the U.S [he's back on break now] and he's been tellin me loads of interesting stories about life over there...it sounds so much better...of course I'm gonna miss the mamak stalls, my friends, and my family but if there's a chance for me to leave this dump, I'll seize the opportunity. I'm the kind of person who just can't be in a rut [I'm a Gemini, what do you expect] and recently life has been gettin boring..I'm lackin the usual drama which I thrive on, but while life is peaceful, I need a change. Hopefully that's coming soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a different note. What I actually wanted to blog about today was the stupidity of girls in this modern age. You can't blame females for being naiive back in the 1800's, but today we are educated and we are exposed to everything so we have no excuse for being a bimbo. Take Paris Hilton for an example. She is living proof of what is wrong with females today. There is nothing wrong with wanting to look good, I'm all for that. I don't believe that you have to look frumpy in order to get respect. But come on. How is dressing like a whore and acting stupid on purpose on shows like 'The Simple Life' gonna get you respect? How do you expect younger girls to look up to you? What's more is she has absolutely no talent. She made herself famous by filming a pornographic video of herself and showing it to the world. Then she tried 'acting'. Now she's decided to sing. Oh Lord! Get a grip. Why not use all the money you have for a good cause? A woman to truly respect is Angelina Jolie. She looks amazing, and she uses her money for doing good in the world. Now she is a Real Woman. We don't have to go as far as actresses [or wanna-be actresses, in the case of Paris Hilton]. All we have to do is look around we see girls who wear the shortest of skirts and a ton of make-up to college and they think they're all that. They treat people like trash and they think the world revolves around them and that everything is gonna be handed to them on a silver platter. Grow up, girls. Snap out of it. This is reality. Respect is not bought or given, it's earned. Make our foremothers who fought so hard for equal rights and feminism proud instead of making youselves cheap and stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall stop my rant now although I have much more to say. For additional info listen to 'Stupid Girls' by Pink. I will leave you'll with one last word : GIRLPOWER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y53/hedonyst/AngelinaJo_Devan_4856265_400.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;Angelina Jolie, Superwoman &lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y53/hedonyst/parisheather.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;Paris Hilton, Bimbo of the Century &lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19647782-115225415722650064?l=hedonysticfemale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hedonysticfemale.blogspot.com/feeds/115225415722650064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19647782&amp;postID=115225415722650064&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19647782/posts/default/115225415722650064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19647782/posts/default/115225415722650064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hedonysticfemale.blogspot.com/2006/07/am-at-computer-lab-again.html' title=''/><author><name>hedonyst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01015260389700187161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y53/hedonyst/Pic0054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19647782.post-115198913542459252</id><published>2006-07-04T12:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T22:01:50.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My Dosha is Vata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourdoshaquiz/vata.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Creative and restless, you take in all of life's pleasures (maybe a little too much!).You're quick witted and very talkative, but you also tend to have a spotty memory.You tend to get very into ideas, people, and lifestyles... but only for a short time.It's difficult to hold your attention, and you sometimes feel with what life has to offer.&lt;br /&gt;With friends: You are very uncomfortable in new situations or with new people&lt;br /&gt;In love: You fall in and out of love very easily&lt;br /&gt;To achieve more balance: Live in a warm climate and spend some quiet time in nature&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourdoshaquiz/"&gt;What's Your Dosha?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/19647782-115198913542459252?l=hedonysticfemale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hedonysticfemale.blogspot.com/feeds/115198913542459252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19647782&amp;postID=115198913542459252&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19647782/posts/default/115198913542459252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19647782/posts/default/115198913542459252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hedonysticfemale.blogspot.com/2006/07/my-dosha-is-vatacreative-and-restless.html' title=''/><author><name>hedonyst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01015260389700187161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y53/hedonyst/Pic0054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19647782.post-115198672215724900</id><published>2006-07-04T12:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T07:52:02.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Helloz...I'm at the computer lab in college and the computers here r freakin slow. Anyway it's been quite a while since I last blogged...probably because nothing interesting has been happening. Last weekend was good and bad...bad because Brazil lost, how could they?? I don't know where to put my face now...all this while I've been bragging that Brazil is the best team and that they are gonna win the title again..of course they let me down. Arrgh. Now I honestly dunt care who wins...I hate all the teams left..but Germany's probably gonna win, better than France anyway. On Fri night I went to watch the Argentina-Germany game at H'mas and it was so packed everywhere (plus Arg lost, sigh). On Sat, went for lunch at the Curve with the girls since Ineza is back. It was fun. That night we went to Thai Club...ok I'm never gonna go there again...no offense to the Chinese people but it was so freakin lala! At least now I know how the Chinese feel when they go to Bangsar..oh well..I still had a good time, apart frm my friend (who was also my ride home) leaving me there halfway and my bag was in her car, and my house keys were in my bag, so I had to wait til my sis got home so she could open the door for me and so I reached home at like 5 a.m. Luckily my parents were asleep. Sunday was spent recovering from the hangover...hehehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Have not been feelin really good lately...the high I was feelin for the past couple of months is dying off and the hurt and pain seems to be resurfacing...I guess for a long time I was pushing it aside and trying to enjoy life...and while I'm still satisfied and happy with my life, memories keep rushing back. Just the smallest thing makes me take that damn trip down memory lane and I keep wondering what I could have done, what I should have done, what went wrong. Would things have worked out? I know I shouldn't be thinking about all this since I'm getting better, and so much happier now, but after a friend recently gave me a talk [a harsh one, but a good one] and knocked some sense into me about what I'm doing... I realized that maybe I owe it to myself to let it all out, to heal slowly instead of trying to move on too fast. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Anyway that's it for now. Til next time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19647782-115198672215724900?l=hedonysticfemale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hedonysticfemale.blogspot.com/feeds/115198672215724900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19647782&amp;postID=115198672215724900&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19647782/posts/default/115198672215724900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19647782/posts/default/115198672215724900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hedonysticfemale.blogspot.com/2006/07/helloz.html' title=''/><author><name>hedonyst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01015260389700187161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y53/hedonyst/Pic0054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19647782.post-115155319217187581</id><published>2006-06-28T23:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T20:55:10.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Winter&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Joshua Radin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should know who I am by now&lt;br /&gt;I walk the record stand somehow&lt;br /&gt;Thinkin' of winter&lt;br /&gt;The name is the splinter inside me&lt;br /&gt;While I wait&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I remember the sound&lt;br /&gt;Of your November downtown&lt;br /&gt;And I remember the truth&lt;br /&gt;A warm December with you&lt;br /&gt;But I don't have to make this mistake&lt;br /&gt;And I don't have to stay this way&lt;br /&gt;If only I would wake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The walk has all been cleared by now&lt;br /&gt;Your voice is all I hear somehow&lt;br /&gt;Calling out winter&lt;br /&gt;Your voice is the splinter inside me&lt;br /&gt;While I wait&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I remember the sound&lt;br /&gt;Of your November downtown&lt;br /&gt;And I remember the truth&lt;br /&gt;A warm December with you&lt;br /&gt;But I don't have to make this mistake&lt;br /&gt;And I don't have to stay this way&lt;br /&gt;If only I would wake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could have lost myself&lt;br /&gt;In rough blue waters in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;And I miss you still&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I remember the sound&lt;br /&gt;Of your November downtown&lt;br /&gt;And I remember the truth&lt;br /&gt;A warm December with you&lt;br /&gt;But I don't have to make this mistake&lt;br /&gt;And I don't have to stay this way&lt;br /&gt;If only I would wake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19647782-115155319217187581?l=hedonysticfemale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hedonysticfemale.blogspot.com/feeds/115155319217187581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19647782&amp;postID=115155319217187581&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19647782/posts/default/115155319217187581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19647782/posts/default/115155319217187581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hedonysticfemale.blogspot.com/2006/06/winter-by-joshua-radin-i-should-know.html' title=''/><author><name>hedonyst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01015260389700187161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y53/hedonyst/Pic0054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19647782.post-115122684531164902</id><published>2006-06-25T17:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T02:16:12.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;On the 22nd of June 2006, Carole Marian Alvins, who was the mother of my best friend passed away. She was someone close to me, someone who was full of life and spunk in the days she was well, someone who truly had a head on her shoulders and would not let anybody take her for a fool or tell her what to do. She was an inspiration to me will be dearly missed. Aunty Carole, I will always remember the days I stayed over, the holidays which you brought me along, your words of wisdom, your fabulous cooking. I will always look out for your baby girl. May your soul rest in peace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19647782-115122684531164902?l=hedonysticfemale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hedonysticfemale.blogspot.com/feeds/115122684531164902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19647782&amp;postID=115122684531164902&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19647782/posts/default/115122684531164902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19647782/posts/default/115122684531164902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hedonysticfemale.blogspot.com/2006/06/on-22nd-of-june-2006-carole-marian.html' title=''/><author><name>hedonyst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01015260389700187161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y53/hedonyst/Pic0054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19647782.post-115051523051244323</id><published>2006-06-19T20:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T05:52:32.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Sometimes you might be amazed at how two little words can solve your problems...the words 'I'm Sorry' might be hard to get out but once you've said them, you'll be suprised at how liberated you feel. Like the song goes, 'Sorry seems to be the hardest word', maybe it's a pride thing and the thought of admitting you were wrong in the first place is difficult to face, but once you get the guts and the brains to say it, it can really make all your stress go away. Saying you're sorry and hearing the words back in return can be more satisfying than picking a fight, or bitching behind people's backs, or just feeling rage and hatred building up inside of you. So my advice is, if you have a falling-out with someone, don't let it go too long or you'll just regret it and there will always be that unsatisfied feeling. Even if you don't feel you are 100% in the wrong, look deep inside and you might be able to acknowledge that the anger you are feeling might be covering up some sense of guilt. So say you're sorry, no matter how hard it might be to get out and you will feel so, so, so much better. Then you would be able to move on to better things, brighter things, and finally let things go. Trust me. It's truly liberating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weekend re-cap :&lt;br /&gt;Friday : Classes as usual til 12, then lepak-ed at college til about 4 then went back home..at night went to watch the Argentina match with Dennis, Tasha, Eju, Izzy and a couple others at Tmn Tun [cleanest mamak ever, the one next 2 Rasta...no shit].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday night : Went for Fete de la Musique at B'sar with Sham, Venil n gang, was pretty cool watchin the performances. There were so many people, it was freakin crowded! But it was fun...there was this Brazillian percussion martial arts thingy..erm, I forgot the name of the actual thing, anyway the Brazillian guy, he was so freakin hot..he's the one in that Joga Bonito ad, omg his ass is to die for. Dennis, Tasha and Eju also came later..I was at Castle most of the night cause the mainstage was just outside. It was a good night...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Sunday : Went and watched Cars at Cineleisure with my sis n bro...family thing...was also actually kinda fun, my bro was so cute...the movie was good, damn funny..Owen Wilson is just hilarious even thought its just his voice...such a nice, feel-good movie. It's amazing how the movie actually makes you empathize and connect with erm..talking cartoon cars.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;So that's it for now...it's the beginning of another week at college *sigh* Ciaoz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19647782-115051523051244323?l=hedonysticfemale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hedonysticfemale.blogspot.com/feeds/115051523051244323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19647782&amp;postID=115051523051244323&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19647782/posts/default/115051523051244323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19647782/posts/default/115051523051244323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hedonysticfemale.blogspot.com/2006/06/sometimes-you-might-be-amazed-at-how.html' title=''/><author><name>hedonyst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01015260389700187161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y53/hedonyst/Pic0054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19647782.post-115028495545174342</id><published>2006-06-14T19:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T04:39:49.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Hey...I finally got my driving license, and when I say finally, I do mean FINALLY.....I don't think anyone else has ever gone thru so much shit and took so much time to get their freakin P before! Anyway, I can finally legally drive, which is such an enormous relief. I feel like a huge weight has been lifted off my shoulders. Of course, now there's the headache for Mum and Dad, cos I'm gonna be demanding the car all the time, heh heh heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I'm on holiday still, I haven't really gotten into the college 'mood'...even though it's already the 3rd week. I guess its cos my workload is relatively light this sem, I took 3 light subjects and 1 tough subject so that I wouldn't be too overwhelmed, and then I found out that the tough subject I took was one that I didn't need to take after all and I couldn't replace it with anything else so now I don't have much work to do. I'm also taking LAN, Malaysian Studies which is actually interesting because our lecturer makes very good points about the failure of our government and political parties and racial unity, but she is slowly making me hate my country [even more] which kind of defeats the whole purpose of teaching Malaysian Studies in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized yesterday just how much time I spend at mamaks. In between classes, after clases, before classes. Even when I'm not at college. All we do is sit there. But with good company, it's never boring. For instance, yesterday I met Tasha near her college, KDU, and we spent like 4 hrs just chilling in the mamak. And it didn't get boring. For me at least ;) Guess we were busy planning our Lumut trip next month with the rest of the clan. I shall not discuss it here in fear of jinxing it. But I can say this, it's gonna be fanfuckingtastic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I think I'll go back to erm...doing nothing. Ahh yes, I know what I will do. I shall watch another episode of Lost. I have gotten hooked onto the show. For those of you who don't watch it...I suggest you do...it's an awesome, AWESOME series. Til next time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19647782-115028495545174342?l=hedonysticfemale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hedonysticfemale.blogspot.com/feeds/115028495545174342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19647782&amp;postID=115028495545174342&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19647782/posts/default/115028495545174342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19647782/posts/default/115028495545174342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hedonysticfemale.blogspot.com/2006/06/hey.html' title=''/><author><name>hedonyst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01015260389700187161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y53/hedonyst/Pic0054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19647782.post-114984306981377831</id><published>2006-06-09T16:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T01:54:32.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I hate days like today. Woke up feeling like crap, just wanted to stay in bed with the covers over my head and drown in my own misery. I don't know why, I don't really know what I'm so miserable about and I haven't felt like this in a long time but today I just feel so fucked up. I like to think I'm an opimistic person and I usually try to look at the brighter things in life but today it's like I'm looking at all the darker things that I've been pushing aside and ignoring and it's not pretty. While I still do feel like I'm a changed person and that I have been given a new lease on life, I'm wondering if I'm putting that lease to full use or I'm gonna end up the same way in the end, and if this cycle is never-ending. Sigh. Hope I snap out of this funk soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not the kind of person who listens to every piece of shit that comes on the radio. Once in a while a good song will come my way and then I won't be able to stop playing it. Here's the latest one :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;You'll Think of Me&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Keith Urban&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up early this morning around 4am&lt;br /&gt;With the moon shining bright as headlights on the interstate&lt;br /&gt;I pulled the covers over my head and tried to catch some sleep&lt;br /&gt;But thoughts of us kept keeping me awake&lt;br /&gt;Ever since you found yourself in someone else's arms&lt;br /&gt;I've been tryin' my best to get along&lt;br /&gt;But that's OK, there's nothing left to say, but&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take your records, take your freedom&lt;br /&gt;Take your memories I don't need'em&lt;br /&gt;Take your space and take your reasons&lt;br /&gt;But you'll think of me&lt;br /&gt;And take your cat and leave my sweater&lt;br /&gt;'Cause we have nothing left to weather&lt;br /&gt;In fact I'll feel a whole lot better&lt;br /&gt;But you'll think of me, you'll think of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went out driving trying to clear my head&lt;br /&gt;I tried to sweep out all the ruins that my emotions left&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm feeling just a little tired of this&lt;br /&gt;And all the baggage that seems to still exist&lt;br /&gt;It seems the only blessing I have left to my name&lt;br /&gt;Is not knowing what we could have been&lt;br /&gt;What we should have been, so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take your records, take your freedom&lt;br /&gt;Take your memories I don't need 'em&lt;br /&gt;Take your space and take your reasons&lt;br /&gt;But you'll think of me&lt;br /&gt;And take your cat and leave my sweater&lt;br /&gt;'Cause we have nothing left to weather&lt;br /&gt;In fact I'll feel a whole lot better&lt;br /&gt;But you'll think of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday I'm gonna run across your mind&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry, I'll be fine&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna be alright&lt;br /&gt;While you're sleeping with your pride&lt;br /&gt;Wishing I could hold you tight&lt;br /&gt;I'll be over you&lt;br /&gt;And on with my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So take your records, take your freedom&lt;br /&gt;Take your memories I don't need'em&lt;br /&gt;And take your cat and leave my sweater&lt;br /&gt;'Cause we have nothing left to weather&lt;br /&gt;In fact I'll feel a whole lot better&lt;br /&gt;But you'll think of me&lt;br /&gt;So take your records, take your freedom&lt;br /&gt;Take your memories I don't need'em&lt;br /&gt;Take your space and all your reasons&lt;br /&gt;But you'll think of me&lt;br /&gt;And take your cat and leave my sweater&lt;br /&gt;'Cause we got nothing left to weather&lt;br /&gt;In fact I'll feel a whole lot better&lt;br /&gt;But you'll think of me, you'll think of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S : Izzy, hope you don't think I'm copying you by putting up lyrics on my blog. Hehe.&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/19647782-114984306981377831?l=hedonysticfemale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hedonysticfemale.blogspot.com/feeds/114984306981377831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19647782&amp;postID=114984306981377831&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19647782/posts/default/114984306981377831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19647782/posts/default/114984306981377831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hedonysticfemale.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-hate-days-like-today.html' title=''/><author><name>hedonyst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01015260389700187161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y53/hedonyst/Pic0054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19647782.post-114968280793584199</id><published>2006-06-08T20:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T01:58:05.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Ciao peeps..no I'm not saying goodbye..contrary 2 popular belief, ciao means both hello &amp; goodbye in Italian. Yes I'm taking Italian this sem so I'm showing off a bit la. Hehehe. Anyway. Birthday came and went. On the actual day, had lunch at Secret Recipe at my coll and Sham, Venil, Leanne, Nadia, Debs, Chris, Dennis, Tasha &amp;amp; Shaun came. It was fun..then that Saturday nite I had a thing at Karma and it was so freakin bad cause I got majorly wasted and oh god I just don't want to talk abt it anymore, but of course no one is evr gonna stop teasing me abt it. Damn flamings, I tell you, I'm just about the worst drinker in the world and I'm not gonna deny it anymore!! Haha but apart frm that, it was actually a great night cause almost everyone I love came and they all had a good time, I even got some 'suprise guests'..you know who you are! Even my sis &amp; Sumu &amp;amp; her friends came which was rare, and they took such good care of me...somehow evrytime I get freaking gone it always happens when my sister is around, I think subconciously I feel safe cause she's there. Eju also took such great care of me, he never left my side...such a sweetheart. Hehehe. It meant so much to me that everyone was there. Definitely a memorable b'day n I'm glad I decided to celebrate it in the end altho I definitely am not glad about getting so damn smashed. Oh well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's some pics :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;At Karma...&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y53/hedonyst/karma/DSC02747.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;me &amp; eju..still sober at this time! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y53/hedonyst/DSC02735.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;heather, julian &amp;amp; dom &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y53/hedonyst/c9c5b179.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;dennis and tasha..they're such an adorable couple..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y53/hedonyst/karma/DSC02748.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;me &amp; leanne &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y53/hedonyst/karma/DSC02739.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;me &amp;amp; the cause of my undoing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y53/hedonyst/DSC02753.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;da clan...dennis, shaun, danny, chris &amp; eju..where's kevin?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y53/hedonyst/group3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;me,tasha &amp;amp; da clan..kevin's there this time..i was already gone in this pic, thank god it doesnt show!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y53/hedonyst/29426136955132l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;rockstars...chris &amp; mel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y53/hedonyst/DSC02750.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;dennis, danny, chris, kevin, eju, tasha, me &amp;amp; mel..ok I look kinda gone in this pic.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;At Secret Recipe....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y53/hedonyst/DSC02725.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;sham &amp;amp; venil..she looks so good with her new hairdo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y53/hedonyst/karma/DSC02722.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;leanne, sham, venil, me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19647782-114968280793584199?l=hedonysticfemale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hedonysticfemale.blogspot.com/feeds/114968280793584199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19647782&amp;postID=114968280793584199&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19647782/posts/default/114968280793584199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19647782/posts/default/114968280793584199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hedonysticfemale.blogspot.com/2006/06/ciao-peeps.html' title=''/><author><name>hedonyst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01015260389700187161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y53/hedonyst/Pic0054.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y53/hedonyst/karma/th_DSC02747.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19647782.post-114879198069434032</id><published>2006-05-28T12:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-27T21:53:00.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Holidays r officially over..it's back to college on Monday. It's hard to believe I've been at Help for a year already. Friday was registration for the new sem and results for last sem's finals came out..and I did real badly. Why does everythin hav 2 screw up at once? When one thing goes wrong...everything else seems to go wrong as well. These past few days have been messy..one bad thing after another has been happening...it just proves my theory that good things never last. When your life is going real good and you're having fun and you think that finally, things are going your way, that means something is just around the corner that's gonna bite you in the ass. Also, never ask yourself "can things get any more worse?" Cause then the universe will just go all out to show you..YES THEY CAN INDEED! Talking frm experience here. Anyway...what's done is done right? I can't go back in time and re-do my papers..luckily my parents, although they were quite disappointed at first, have cooled down...I hate disappointing them but somehow I always do. I just really have to study extra hard and be more serious from now on...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Birthday countdown : 2 days. At the rate things are going, there probably won't be much to celebrate. Oh well. Thank god I have my wonderful friends and family and my puppy. Gotta be thankful for the things that at the end of the day, matter most. Til next time..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19647782-114879198069434032?l=hedonysticfemale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hedonysticfemale.blogspot.com/feeds/114879198069434032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19647782&amp;postID=114879198069434032&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19647782/posts/default/114879198069434032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19647782/posts/default/114879198069434032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hedonysticfemale.blogspot.com/2006/05/holidays-r-officially-over.html' title=''/><author><name>hedonyst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01015260389700187161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y53/hedonyst/Pic0054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19647782.post-114845827196282102</id><published>2006-05-24T16:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T01:11:11.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Heys..I've been thinking about alot of stuff lately. One of it being friendship. It really is sad how you grow apart from the friends you've known since you were a little kid, friends who you shared so many school experiences with, friends who were there during all the shit you did when you were younger, friends who you used to chat on the phone and ICQ [rmbr that?] all night long...of course, it's nobody's fault, people just grow apart and lose touch, but it's just sad. And it's also really screwed up when you lose friends because they betrayed you or took your friendship for granted, cause then the trust is broken and you can't see yourself being close to that friend anymore, or in some cases, even ever talking to that friend again. Another thing that sucks is when you have a really messy break-up with somebody and you lose that friendship as well, cause sometimes you could have been really really great friends with that person but because you decided to be in a relationship, it ruined all that. I really miss the friends I've lost along the way, whether it's because they've betrayed me, or grew apart, or simply lost touch, but I do and always will cherish all the memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as I make new friends, people who come into my life and touch my heart, people I can get along with better than the people I used to be close to but hav grown apart, I know I will cherish the new memories I make with them and maybe we will grow apart someday too, but for now I'll just enjoy it. Cause friendship is really something I treasure, I see now how truly valuable and fragile and easily broken it is. I'm not the perfect friend either, there might have been times where I've let down my friends or took them for granted, and I'm sorry for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's not Friendship Day or anything, but whichever of my friends who read my blog, just wanna take this opportunity to say I love you guys..you know who you are. Adios for now. Sorry to whoever read this and felt like killing themselves because of the pure senti-ness. Hahaha. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19647782-114845827196282102?l=hedonysticfemale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hedonysticfemale.blogspot.com/feeds/114845827196282102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19647782&amp;postID=114845827196282102&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19647782/posts/default/114845827196282102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19647782/posts/default/114845827196282102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hedonysticfemale.blogspot.com/2006/05/heys.html' title=''/><author><name>hedonyst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01015260389700187161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y53/hedonyst/Pic0054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19647782.post-114828661401813911</id><published>2006-05-22T20:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T05:37:59.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Hello again..I had a great weekend. On Friday, I was feelin pretty sick but I was determind not to let it bring me down so I went out and watched Poseidon with E [spozed 2 watch the Da Vinci Code but it was sold out cos we went kinda late] which was basically just one of the shittiest movies ever made. Saturday afternoon, a relative came over, one I've never met. She's a fortune-teller palm-reader person and it was so damn freaky cause everything she said about my personality and the stuff that has happened to me, was so damn accurate. I know alot of ppl dont believe in these things, but I just can't see how she could be a fake. It was uncanny. When she told me about my future, which I will not disclose [some things have 2 b personal ya noe] it gave me a lil hope, even though I know I really shouldn't believe too much in these things. One weird thing she said was that I would make a very successful lawyer if I entered the field. Me? A lawyer? Okay, there was a brief time in my life when I was watchin alot of Ally McBeal when I wanted to be a lawyer but apart from that I don't have much interest in law.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. On Sat nite went to Karma with E, Izzy, Tasha, Dennis and the whole gang and it was a whole lot of fun, enjoyed myself to the max. I'm so glad I went, cause initially I wasn't planning to cause of my sickness and cause my parents are not too happy about me going out so much these past few weeks, plus I wasn't so sure who was going. But in the end I thought, what the hell, college is starting soon and when Tasha told me the whole KPG clan was going, I knew I didn't wanna miss it. Karma is a nice place, you don't have to shout to talk 2 people and it's ladies nite til 12 and the free drinks aren't watered down. Guess wat, I found out that alcohol really can cure the flu cause I went there feelin quite shitty and phleghmy and all that, and by the end of the night I felt so much better except of course I lost my voice so now I sound like a guy. Sunday I just chilled at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tmr finally I'll be seein Heather, my bestest friend, I miss her so much. When I see her going thru this difficult time in her life, I feel so helpless cause I want to help her and do something but I know there's nothing I can do. Except let her noe I'm there for her, which I am, always. She's so strong, and she really shouldn't be living this kind of life at the mere age of 19, but I know and I really believe that everything happens for a reason, and even if she has lost her faith, I will believe in it for her and pray that things will get better. Cos again, I stress that bad things happen to good people for a reason. Someone once told me that God only gives difficult challenges to people who he knows has the strength to overcome them and somehow I believe that it's true. Life is just so hard sometimes, even harder for some, but what else can we do but to just go through the motions...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I'm beginning to depress myself. I shall stop now. Birthday countdown : 8 days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here r some pics frm Karma. Ciaoz for now....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y53/hedonyst/izzyme.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;me and my bro, chris felix the rocker! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y53/hedonyst/brotherhood.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;brotherhood for life...E, dennis, izzy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y53/hedonyst/metasha.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;me and tasha,looking gorgeous as usual...[she, not me! ;)]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y53/hedonyst/group1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;dennis,tasha, me &amp; izzy..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y53/hedonyst/dennistasha.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;dennis and tasha....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y53/hedonyst/k.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;dennis &amp;amp; eju..such posers &lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19647782-114828661401813911?l=hedonysticfemale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hedonysticfemale.blogspot.com/feeds/114828661401813911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19647782&amp;postID=114828661401813911&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19647782/posts/default/114828661401813911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19647782/posts/default/114828661401813911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hedonysticfemale.blogspot.com/2006/05/hello-again.html' title=''/><author><name>hedonyst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01015260389700187161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y53/hedonyst/Pic0054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19647782.post-114786096461014260</id><published>2006-05-19T16:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T01:09:48.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Still bumming, one more week left til college starts again. I hate how time flies when you're havin fun. Been hanging out alot with E and his friends lately. They're a fun bunch. KPG clan...hahaha. Last weekend I hung out with E, Dennis &amp;amp; Tasha at B'sar and it was fun even though the B'sar crowd was even dodgier than usual. Yesterday I went to Genting for a day trip with Tasha n some of her frens. Altho it rained and we couldn't go to the outdoor theme park, we still went on one of the rides, the Flying Coaster which was awesome altho I was shit scared at first because I am an absolute chicken when it comes to rollercoasters. Hehehe. Sham has not been around so I haven't seen her and Venil in a week plus and I'm really missing 'em. Heather has moved to her aunty's house in Mayang so I'll be seein her even less. Well when college starts again [arrrgh] it'll be back to normal I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately I think I'm sick right now. Must have caught the damn flu bug. Well I'm determined not to let this ruin the last week of my holiday. I'm not gonna rest in bed like some pathetic weakling. I'm not gonna stay at home when I could be out. Muahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;American Idol really sucks this season. Once again they have let me down. What is wrong with Americans? How could Chris Daughtry not even make it to the top 3? It's so obvious he has the best voice and that he's the most talented. He also has the personality. I really thought he would win. What is so great about that Taylor Hicks [who is tipped 2 win] anyway? He seems to me like he has a few screws loose,and hey, I'm all for people who make the effort to be different from everybody else but while I respect that, he just doesnt seem to me like the has the talent to be the next American Idol. Not compared to Chris Daughtry and Mandisa anyway. I don't have much against Catherine McPhee's talent, cause she is an amazing singer and she's versatile and gorgeous, but she seems quite full of herself these past few weeks. But I would prefer her to win rather than Taylor Hicks, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Sale time! That means...new college wardrobe. If I can just convince my parents that I need new clothes, that is. Heh heh heh. No I'm not some bimbo who has to go shopping every weekend. I hardly ever go shopping. But once in a while, that girly side of me comes out and it's retail therapy all the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I would like to comment on a previous blog entry of mine...I mentioned that when I was goin thru a difficult time recently I wouldn't have made it thru without my friends. Well I didn't mention someone else who also helped me a lot..and who has been there for me well, my whole life basically. My sister..Anusha..I'm sorry I didn't mention you..Now I have ok, so stop makin noise about it. My sis is well the best sister a person could ask for. Sometimes yeah we don't get along but I know at the end of the day that she is one of the few ppl in this world I can truly rely on to help me whenever I need it [altho she does grumble quite a bit] and maybe I have taken that for granted so I'm sorry Sis...I love you. Ok enough sappy crap!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it for now...will update after the weekend. Now I will go and drink water and try everything I can to make myself better. Adios!&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/19647782-114786096461014260?l=hedonysticfemale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hedonysticfemale.blogspot.com/feeds/114786096461014260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19647782&amp;postID=114786096461014260&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19647782/posts/default/114786096461014260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19647782/posts/default/114786096461014260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hedonysticfemale.blogspot.com/2006/05/still-bumming-one-more-week-left-til.html' title=''/><author><name>hedonyst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01015260389700187161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y53/hedonyst/Pic0054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19647782.post-114767064741253866</id><published>2006-05-15T13:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T22:24:07.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I think I've just ruined my own day. I never learn, do I. I never follow my own instincts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Anyway. 15 more days til I turn 19.Wheeeee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;As you can see, I don't really have much to blog about. Ciaoz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19647782-114767064741253866?l=hedonysticfemale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hedonysticfemale.blogspot.com/feeds/114767064741253866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19647782&amp;postID=114767064741253866&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19647782/posts/default/114767064741253866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19647782/posts/default/114767064741253866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hedonysticfemale.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-think-ive-just-ruined-my-own-day.html' title=''/><author><name>hedonyst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01015260389700187161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y53/hedonyst/Pic0054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19647782.post-114709184041266847</id><published>2006-05-08T08:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T06:19:14.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Still on holiday...so quickly a week has passed, three weeks left til I have to go back to college and try to push the rest of the memories out of my head and start over. So far I think I'm doing good. Why is life so twisted? When you're in a dry spell, and you've been single for like months and months, there just isn't anyone around even worth the time. But then when you've just ended something really messy and fucked-up, someone comes along who you think you could really like, but of course you're just not ready and it's bad timing. Arrgh! Life's a bitch!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;On Saturday night went to Ol'Skool, watch Project8 play, they're pretty damn awesome! It was my first time watchin 'em, and I enjoyed the performance so much, and after it was over they told me it was actually one of their not-so-good performances, and I was like, HUH? I can't wait to see one of their best performances, it must totally rawk! :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;My birthday is in exactly 22 days, part of me just didnt feel like celebrating it cause the plans I had in mind were just crushed, and was feelin kind of cynical about life and was wondering what the hell is the big deal about birthdays. Then Sham came up with the idea of havin something small, something chilled-out like a BBQ, with just people close 2 my heart and the old me, which I've dearly missed but never realized, really liked the idea and so I'm back to full-on party-planning mode. It feels good to be returning to the Old Sharuna again, the one who didn't care what anyone else thought and felt good about herself and the decisions she makes. Okay, I think I'll stop referring to myself as the 3rd person now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Enough 'senti-ness'. Ciao for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19647782-114709184041266847?l=hedonysticfemale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hedonysticfemale.blogspot.com/feeds/114709184041266847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19647782&amp;postID=114709184041266847&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19647782/posts/default/114709184041266847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19647782/posts/default/114709184041266847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hedonysticfemale.blogspot.com/2006/05/still-on-holiday.html' title=''/><author><name>hedonyst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01015260389700187161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y53/hedonyst/Pic0054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19647782.post-114682222907309837</id><published>2006-05-05T05:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T02:43:49.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Ola..I cut my hair yesterday..it's still long but I have a fringe now! After what, 10 yrs? Finally I did somethin with my boring hair..I'm still gettin used 2 the look but I like it...it's somethin different! I'm plannin to highlight my hair as well, in fact I was gonna do it yesterday as well but I decided to wait..I'm torn between light brown, red and blonde. Everybody seems to have their own different opinions about what colour I should highlight my hair when I ask them, I think the key is to just go nuts and do something wild without asking anyone's opinion first. Hehehehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Last night I went to Bangsar with Sham, Prabata and Sheralynn..the original plan was to go 2 Zouk but then we just didn't feel up to it, besides I'm still boycotting Zouk thanks to all the shit that has happened to me there, so we ended up at Castle.  I had such a great time with my girls, it was so much fun.  It's been awhile since I just had a girly night, you know, tryin on each other's clothes, doin each other's hair, laughing and making stupid jokes, dancing our hearts out and just being crazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;After Castle we came back to Sher's place and Sham and Sher went to sleep but I couldn't cause I had to go home at 7 something cause of some 'family obligation' and a kindred soul came all the way from KPG to keep me company. I tell you there are so few genuinely nice guys in this world, and you're one of them E! On the way back home this morning I started thinking about what great friends I have and how blessed I am to have them in my life. I pushed them aside before for someone who thought they weren't good enough for me, now I know that that someone is the one who is actually not good enough for me, how sad that it took me so long to realize that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Anyway now I'm feelin so stoned cause I only had a few hrs of sleep, yawn. Got an interesting weekend lined up, update you'll soon! Ciaoz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19647782-114682222907309837?l=hedonysticfemale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hedonysticfemale.blogspot.com/feeds/114682222907309837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19647782&amp;postID=114682222907309837&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19647782/posts/default/114682222907309837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19647782/posts/default/114682222907309837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hedonysticfemale.blogspot.com/2006/05/ola.html' title=''/><author><name>hedonyst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01015260389700187161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y53/hedonyst/Pic0054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19647782.post-114671350606803473</id><published>2006-05-04T11:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T02:26:39.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Hey...I know my blog hasnt been updated in a while. Well too much shit has been happening that I didn't want to blog about, but anyway the shit is over so here I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 3rd semester at HELP has ended, halleujah it's holidays now. The term ended on a royally fucked-up note, I truly learnt the meaning of pain and betrayal and heartbreak and what it's like to be so low in your life that you don't think you can ever get up, but I think I'm better now. People are gonna come and walk all over you treating you like trash, and friends you've known since you were a child are gonna backstab you in the worst of ways but what to do, the world is full of jerks and ho's. I wasted so much time of my life wishing for something and doing everything I could to make it happen only to watch it fall to pieces and now I so regret being so damn stupid. But I guess what doesn't break you can only make you stronger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough of that. On Saturday I went to Semenyih. Where, you ask? It's this place out of the city near Seremban where Sham stays, and I went to stay with her for a few days just to get away from everything, and I had such a great time. She has 12 dogs! She made me eat (she's such a freakin awesome cook), which I did, ALOT, and we went to this Broga (or is it Borga) place where I tried fox meat and felt instantly guilty, and where there was this gorgeous Buddhist temple. I also went to her cousin's wedding. She's such an awesome friend, and she and Venil have helped me thru my difficult times so much that I don't think I could ever begin to repay them. Honestly the one thing I have learnt lately is that you only know how your true friends are when you're in trouble or at a low point in your life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe I didn't blog about the one of the few joys in my life...my puppy Princess Maya. She's the best thing that has happened to me in a long time and I love her to bits. Since I was a young child I've been begging and pleading and crying for a pet but my mom never caved, I've tried to bring in stray kittens and puppies but I always had to give them back. Now finally, we had this one practically forced upon us (thank you Sumu) and my mom was apprehensive at first but now she's fallen in love with her just like everyone else has, I tell you, my mom is so full on suprises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I intend to make these holidays somethin to remember, cause I'm just so freakin sick of moping about and feeling sorry for myself and my pathetic life, and of being so depressed and so angry at the world, and I started it right by havin an awesome time at Bangsar on Friday night with Sham, Venil and Chuck's friends followed by a rejuvenating trip to Semenyih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's unbelievable but I believed you&lt;br /&gt;It's unforgivable but I forgave you&lt;br /&gt;Insane what love can do&lt;br /&gt;That keeps me coming back to you&lt;br /&gt;You're irreplaceable but I'll replace you&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm standing on my own&lt;br /&gt;Alone..."&lt;br /&gt;- Kaci Brown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y53/hedonyst/maya.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;my gorgeous puppy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19647782-114671350606803473?l=hedonysticfemale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hedonysticfemale.blogspot.com/feeds/114671350606803473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19647782&amp;postID=114671350606803473&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19647782/posts/default/114671350606803473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19647782/posts/default/114671350606803473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hedonysticfemale.blogspot.com/2006/05/hey.html' title=''/><author><name>hedonyst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01015260389700187161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y53/hedonyst/Pic0054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19647782.post-114347289319127631</id><published>2006-03-27T23:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T07:26:59.190-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Is there some weird force in the universe that makes everyone around me happy and content with their lives when I'm down, and screws up everyone's life when I'm happy?&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, it seems that way to me. Maybe everyone feels like that. All around me couples are breaking up. It's SO weird. And I'm just here, in my little world, feeling content even though my life has its complications as well. Feels pretty darn good. Okay, I do feel sorry for those who are suffering, but I've had my share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've just realized a lot of things lately. Why do I get so worked up about things? I find that if I just take a moment to chill, and not jump to conclusions, life is so much smoother and my mood is so much better. I honestly believe now that if you don't let something bother you, it won't. Why be so bitter about life's lemons when you can make lemonade? (HAHAHAHA, i'm so corny.) I feel like I've just snapped out of something, like I'm finally seeing things in a new light. Or maybe finally, I'm growing up and acting my age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;College is shitty. One more month left til finals, I'm so screwed. Chemistry sucks, why why why does it have to be a freakin ADP core subject, its not like I'm ever gonna use it in the future am I? How many event organisers/journalists/p.r executives (no, i havent exactly decided what I'm going to be in the future) use freakin Chemistry? Arrrgh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Besides that, I'm actually happy and at peace at the moment, I want to savor this rare feeling. Who knows how long it's gonna last?&lt;br /&gt;Wheeee.....&lt;br /&gt;Til next time. Ciao!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19647782-114347289319127631?l=hedonysticfemale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hedonysticfemale.blogspot.com/feeds/114347289319127631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19647782&amp;postID=114347289319127631&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19647782/posts/default/114347289319127631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19647782/posts/default/114347289319127631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hedonysticfemale.blogspot.com/2006/03/is-there-some-weird-force-in-universe.html' title=''/><author><name>hedonyst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01015260389700187161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y53/hedonyst/Pic0054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19647782.post-114094407430166787</id><published>2006-02-26T16:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T00:54:34.313-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Here it is again. The anxious waiting for Wednesday and Thursday nights. Idol fever is back! Looks like a promising season, I like them all except for that stupid bitch Breanna. I am totally in love with Ace Young, I know he is a textbook hottie but come on girls, you can't deny that you don't feel your heart flutter when he gives that 'smouldering look'. I'm a sucker for that look, it reminds me of a certain other Idol hottie I was so crazy about that I actually cried when he got voted off, which is so not me...yes I'm taking about Constantine (American Idol 4). Paris rocks, Chris rocks, Lisa rocks, Elliot rocks, Catherine rocks, yup it's gonna be a good season. Let's just hope it doesn't disappoint me like last season when that stupid hick cow Carrie Underwood beat Bo Bice, honestly what's wrong with American voters? I actually rushed back home  last Friday just to watch the Results show, gosh it's so bad planning your life around a damn TV show but Idol does that to me. To all you people who are thinking 'LOSER'!!!, well, think what you want, I don't exactly give a damn. American Idol makes me happy. It makes my day. So there!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Argh, it's going to be a crazy week, so many assignments due and so many tests. And here I am blogging, haha. Lately life has made me re-evaluate alot of things, one being friends. Sometimes you just have to let go. No point holding on to friendship when you know it's just over, no point being in denial. Yeah we had the good times, we had the memories but you ruined it all, or maybe I did, does it matter? Friends are supposed to be there for you when you need them but when they're not and they keep hurting you, you can't exactly call yourself a best friend anymore so don't bother okay, there really is no point. Wake up and smell the coffee. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Caught up in a cycle that is never seeming to end, ahhh whatever. Someone once told me I'm the kind of person who doesn't know what she does in life, maybe they're right, maybe I was meant to be this flaky and flighty, it's just in my blood. I just want the damn drama to stop, but when you're a drama queen I guess it never does, does it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Sayonara, have a good week peeps. I know I won't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19647782-114094407430166787?l=hedonysticfemale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hedonysticfemale.blogspot.com/feeds/114094407430166787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19647782&amp;postID=114094407430166787&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19647782/posts/default/114094407430166787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19647782/posts/default/114094407430166787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hedonysticfemale.blogspot.com/2006/02/here-it-is-again.html' title=''/><author><name>hedonyst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01015260389700187161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y53/hedonyst/Pic0054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19647782.post-113949727529033458</id><published>2006-02-08T23:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T07:33:07.423-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I hate Ashlee Simpson. I hate Hilary Duff. I hate Carrie Underwood. I hate MTV because everytime I watch it I see Ashlee or Hilary or Carrie. I remember when MTV used to be like a part of my life. I would know on the first of every month who the artiste of the month was. I knew every single latest video. I knew who was at the top of the charts (now I can't even remember what charts there are). Then there's the dumb reality shows. Room Raiders and Pimp My Ride is ok once in a while. But the others are just so stupid. Like that Viva La Bam. I hate reality shows. Except for American Idol. And what happened to the good VJ's like Mike and Sarah and Jamie? Yeesh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Yes I'm in a complaining mood. PMS-ing I suppose. Or maybe life just sucks so bad that I get satisfaction from bitching about stupid things that irritate me which have really nothing to do with what is really pissing me off these days. Bitching therapy, if you will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I'm so freakin cynical and bitter these days. I miss my bubbly optimism. I've forgotten what happiness feels like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Okay I'm gonna go before I start getting, heaven forbid, emotional. Ciaoz my faithful readers who don't leave comments. (Why did you think I put in a tag-board?) Peace and love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19647782-113949727529033458?l=hedonysticfemale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hedonysticfemale.blogspot.com/feeds/113949727529033458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19647782&amp;postID=113949727529033458&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19647782/posts/default/113949727529033458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19647782/posts/default/113949727529033458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hedonysticfemale.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-hate-ashlee-simpson.html' title=''/><author><name>hedonyst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01015260389700187161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y53/hedonyst/Pic0054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19647782.post-113897470312347930</id><published>2006-02-03T05:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T01:28:32.320-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;u&gt;Movie Review : Memoirs of a Geisha&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Ok. I usually only review a movie when I find something seriously wrong with it. So if you liked the movie...you should stop reading right about now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memoirs had something in common with Charlie &amp;amp; The Chocolate Factory to me. I know there are no chocolates or oompa-loompas in Memoirs or geishas and kimonos in Charlie, the similiarity to me was that they are both originally WONDERFUL books made into not-so-wonderful movies. In hindsight, maybe if you hadn't read the book, Memoirs was a pretty well-depicted movie. The acting, the direction, the sets...it was all good. It WAS a Steven Spielberg movie after all. But you know how when you read a good book you just get lost in it. I did not get lost in this movie. I got bored. They underestimated so many parts that were so significant in the book. Like Sayuri's relationship with the Chairman. It's so much deeper and interesting in the book. And hello. I thought her eyes were supposed to be grey, not blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing I had a problem with even BEFORE I watched the movie is the fact that the actors are Chinese. Why can't they use Japanese actresses? Yes, Zhang Ziyi was good, but it would have been more authentic. The point is that I just did not feel that the movie captured the magic that the book possessed. Not even close. In one word : disappointing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But please. Don't let my opinion affect you. Watch the movie by all means if you were planning to. And if you disagree [or agree, for that matter], feel free to comment. Adios!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19647782-113897470312347930?l=hedonysticfemale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hedonysticfemale.blogspot.com/feeds/113897470312347930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19647782&amp;postID=113897470312347930&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19647782/posts/default/113897470312347930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19647782/posts/default/113897470312347930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hedonysticfemale.blogspot.com/2006/02/movie-review-memoirs-of-geisha-ok.html' title=''/><author><name>hedonyst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01015260389700187161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y53/hedonyst/Pic0054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19647782.post-113749653748894231</id><published>2006-01-17T19:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T03:22:26.910-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;So it's back to college. Back to waking up at 6.15 on the days I hav early classes. Back to shivering in the over-airconditioned classes. Back to assignments and tests. Whoop dee-doo....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just found out today that I am approximately 8kg underweight. I know there r ppl out there who will smirk when they read this. "You're complaining cause ur underweight? Hah! Be thankful! I'm so fat!" Oh, come on. There are always two extremes. I'm on the other end. I'm sick of ppl telling me I'm too skinny. It's no fun not being able to fill out anything, trust me! Add that to being short, and you have ppl [ahem, this is a direct quote] commenting that you look like a primary school kid. Argh. Thanks to my mysterious weight loss, I've become one of those girls who have insecurity issues with their bodies. Crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, okay, I'll quit whining. For now anyway...=p I finally got a new phone! And it's a camera phone so I'll be able to do my cam-whoring on my own phone now. Hahahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J, thanks for the live feedback on my '10 things I don't get' post. Yes, you're absolutely right...number 1 &amp;amp; 10 can be actually combined into one : male stupidity. One of the world's many wonders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skinny fry signing off...feedback is much appreciated, ppl! :) Adios.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19647782-113749653748894231?l=hedonysticfemale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hedonysticfemale.blogspot.com/feeds/113749653748894231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19647782&amp;postID=113749653748894231&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19647782/posts/default/113749653748894231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19647782/posts/default/113749653748894231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hedonysticfemale.blogspot.com/2006/01/so-its-back-to-college_17.html' title=''/><author><name>hedonyst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01015260389700187161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y53/hedonyst/Pic0054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19647782.post-113644036695913045</id><published>2006-01-05T13:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T01:35:27.396-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;I keep doing the same thing...over and over again. I keep trusting people. Am I too naive? Possibly. And once again, I get my back stabbed...I cause trouble for not just myself but for the ones I love. Why didn't I listen to you?? Gosh...I'm seriously stupid at times like this...But I really believed the person I trusted was a friend. I didn't think what I told in confidence would turn out like this. It wasn't just that it was told to people I didn't even know...but the story was twisted in a way that for the life of me, I can't believe how somebody could twist it like that. To make me seem like a totally different person to people I have never even met before. I don't care what people think of me normally. Especially people I don't know. I am used to people saying shit behind my back, and I always say, who cares. They don't know the real me. But for a friend to cause this is just unacceptable. I'm not just hurt, I'm in shock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What has happened is just the icing to the very bad cake that my life has been lately. I take chances on people. I always try to see the good side of people even when I've heard things about them. I always give them the benefit of the doubt. And just see where that landed me. Got cheated on, got lied to, and now got betrayed. Fuck all this la. It's a new year and that means that there's gonna be new beginnings. Out with the old. It's time I grew up and stopped depending on and trusting other people. I'm not going to let this shit bring me down. I don't know who my friends are anymore and maybe that's for the best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19647782-113644036695913045?l=hedonysticfemale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hedonysticfemale.blogspot.com/feeds/113644036695913045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19647782&amp;postID=113644036695913045&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19647782/posts/default/113644036695913045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19647782/posts/default/113644036695913045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hedonysticfemale.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-keep-doing-same-thing.html' title=''/><author><name>hedonyst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01015260389700187161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y53/hedonyst/Pic0054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19647782.post-113517703827433437</id><published>2005-12-22T01:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T01:36:18.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Hey peoples...hahaha, bad english. Anyway. It's been a worrying and hectic week. Mum was in the hospital with dengue fever. I'm telling you ppl, dengue is no joke!! In all my 18 yrs on this planet, I've nvr seen my mum [or anyone else close 2 me for that matter] that sick before. It was just so awful to see my super-mum so weak and helpless..anyway, thank God she's fine now. Oh, and I am ten times more paranoid about mosquito bites now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X'mas is just around the corner. I'm not a Christian...but I still always get caught up in the festive spirit. Went to o.u today for very late christmas shopping. It was a freakin fish market. And gosh, do I hate shopping for people. I just never know what to get them. After like 3 hrs I only managed to get presents for half the ppl on my list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Year is also comin up. Hopefully it's not gonna be another crappy one. Til next time people. Adios.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19647782-113517703827433437?l=hedonysticfemale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hedonysticfemale.blogspot.com/feeds/113517703827433437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19647782&amp;postID=113517703827433437&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19647782/posts/default/113517703827433437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19647782/posts/default/113517703827433437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hedonysticfemale.blogspot.com/2005/12/hey-peoples.html' title=''/><author><name>hedonyst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01015260389700187161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y53/hedonyst/Pic0054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19647782.post-113447069483242290</id><published>2005-12-13T18:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T02:50:35.270-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;What the mug says.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y53/hedonyst/tm2821.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19647782-113447069483242290?l=hedonysticfemale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hedonysticfemale.blogspot.com/feeds/113447069483242290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19647782&amp;postID=113447069483242290&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19647782/posts/default/113447069483242290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19647782/posts/default/113447069483242290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hedonysticfemale.blogspot.com/2005/12/what-mug-says.html' title=''/><author><name>hedonyst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01015260389700187161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y53/hedonyst/Pic0054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19647782.post-113410340182728623</id><published>2005-12-10T17:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T01:38:39.206-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;10 things I just don't get&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;1) wrestling - not pro, the TNA and WWE stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)botox - of course, there's a strong possibility i might feel differently abt this in about 40 or so yrs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)calling oneself a best friend when there is hardly even an effort to be a friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4)why sometimes its easier to tell someone you aren't that close to your problems compared to people who know you inside and out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5)why people stay married even tho they know it's not working - if it's for the kids, don't they realize that it's much less damaging to have parents who are not together but happy than parents who are together but are fighting all the time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6)why the abbreviation for 'number' is 'no'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7)why some people would practically risk their lives for a free gift or a special discount&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8)how insensitive people can be at times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9)japanese fashion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10)guys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19647782-113410340182728623?l=hedonysticfemale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hedonysticfemale.blogspot.com/feeds/113410340182728623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19647782&amp;postID=113410340182728623&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19647782/posts/default/113410340182728623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19647782/posts/default/113410340182728623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hedonysticfemale.blogspot.com/2005/12/10-things-i-just-dont-get-1-wrestling.html' title=''/><author><name>hedonyst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01015260389700187161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y53/hedonyst/Pic0054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19647782.post-113405864919747238</id><published>2005-12-09T00:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T01:40:21.926-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Helloooo...it's the holidays now. One mth of holiday then i'll be on 2 the next semester at Help...so that's 2 down, one million more 2 go. I can't believe I've been in Help for 2 semesters already..sometimes I still feel like a freshie. Exams were...urm. No comment. I'm not really looking fwd to the results. But that's not something I have to [or want to] think about right now....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I met up with Ineza...she came back frm Aus but flew to France for x'mas today. We had lunch at o.u. We also got temporary henna tattoos. I got a rose, she got a...erm...ink splat. Something like that. Typical nez. I needed 2 temporarily satisfy my lust for self-mutilation...it's been awhile! Now I'm longing even more to get a real one...even though I'll have to overcome my fear of needles in order to do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was spozed 2 go for the ADP prom tmr nite, but due 2 unforeseen circumstances I can't go...well maybe that's fate's way of telling me it's gonna suck? Hahaha. I'm not really disappointed. I guess I wasn't really all that into going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When did I become so 'old'? Now that's it's the school holidays, malls are packed with groups of high-school kids...some girls dressed to the nines with layers of make-up and accessories...some clinging on to boyfriends...some in packs of 5-6 giggling girls...some just desperately trying to look cool. When Ineza &amp;amp; I were at Dragonfly browsing through the tattoo designs...these three girls, I'm guessing around 13 or 14 came in...and one of them was saying "Oh my god, it's gonna be so painful, I don't think I can do it..." and her two friends kept persuading her it won't be painful, it will be fine...I was guessing she was planning on piercing her belly button, or maybe her nose...didn't think they were old enough for tattoos...and then as I listened [was NOT eavesdropping, the shop is too small for that] more to their conversation, I realized she was planning on piercing her EAR! That's what she was getting worked up about! I was smirking to myself and trying not to laugh, and then Ineza said "Remember when we were like that?" And it hit me...gosh, I was one of them not too long ago! It's actually kinda funny...cause in a couple of yrs we'll be looking at college 'freshies' and thinking, "God, were we like that at 18?" just like how we're thinking now, "God, were we like that at 15???" Ahhh...life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, to quote Seeva...I'm 'out'. Til next time! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19647782-113405864919747238?l=hedonysticfemale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hedonysticfemale.blogspot.com/feeds/113405864919747238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19647782&amp;postID=113405864919747238&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19647782/posts/default/113405864919747238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19647782/posts/default/113405864919747238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hedonysticfemale.blogspot.com/2005/12/helloooo.html' title=''/><author><name>hedonyst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01015260389700187161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y53/hedonyst/Pic0054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19647782.post-113393082259975092</id><published>2005-12-07T12:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T01:41:32.910-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Hey peeps! I'm proud to inform you'll that my blog is back up and running! For those of you who don't know...I accidentaly deleted my old blog...yes yes, I know that's an incredibly stupid thing to do..and of course, who else would do it other than me? I pulled a 'sharuna' again..oh well! It's back now, after a series of complications which included blogspot.com telling me that this URL is already taken...I was ready to go and give the person who stole my URL so quickly after mine ceased to exist a piece of my mind...but of course, there WAS no such person...anyway, to make a long story short, I got my URL back! I had in mind a whole different template, something new and wonderful and unique and incredibly advanced in HTML (ahem, something not unlike mun may's) but then I realized I loved my old blog template and I miss it so...until I find something I like better, it looks the same. You might not have even realized my old blog was deleted in the first place. My tagboard is up too, so drop me a line!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta run now. Look out for my next post! It feels good to be back in the world of blogging! Ugh...I'm such a geek...muaks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19647782-113393082259975092?l=hedonysticfemale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hedonysticfemale.blogspot.com/feeds/113393082259975092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19647782&amp;postID=113393082259975092&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19647782/posts/default/113393082259975092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19647782/posts/default/113393082259975092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hedonysticfemale.blogspot.com/2005/12/hey-peeps-im-proud-to-inform-youll.html' title=''/><author><name>hedonyst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01015260389700187161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y53/hedonyst/Pic0054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
