<?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-33405619</id><updated>2011-04-22T13:03:12.159+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shakala-kabaybehh</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stiletto-style.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33405619/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stiletto-style.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>tinkerbelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15364072643130557635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>61</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33405619.post-3096708376162189459</id><published>2007-01-29T07:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T07:49:37.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;I've Moved.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;We will only get to ease our misses just by looking at one another from far..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;It's gonna be hard.. But yet, a sincere best wishes for your everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Friends and foes, i declare, he &lt;strong&gt;was&lt;/strong&gt; the dream guy.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fairytale do exists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Chapters closed even before the meet of the 12th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;In loving memory..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;BigRoundEyePrincess.&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&amp;hearts;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33405619-3096708376162189459?l=stiletto-style.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stiletto-style.blogspot.com/feeds/3096708376162189459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33405619&amp;postID=3096708376162189459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33405619/posts/default/3096708376162189459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33405619/posts/default/3096708376162189459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stiletto-style.blogspot.com/2007/01/ive-moved.html' title=''/><author><name>tinkerbelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15364072643130557635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33405619.post-2481776159177756226</id><published>2007-01-23T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T00:35:36.404+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;..i don't trust you. i never show my love to you. i've been unfair towards your freedom. i never understand you enough. i caged your passion and interest. etc.. in short, i'm never good enough for you!&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How i wish i could have other alternative. I can't voice out nor can i be myself around you. Yes. That's how drastic the change has taken in. Oh i guess you can say whatever you want to say about me. Judge me for all i care. I've quit crying over such aimless accusation. That was the LAST you've heard. The next time, i'll be glad to bring out the bitch in me. Damn. Love game, I HATE IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime i come to you for a listening ear or a friendly talk, you NEVER fail to bring down my self-esteem. Condemn me in my every way. Advices you say? More like disheartening me for everything. And everytime i'm trying to proof a fact or a point, YOU WILL NEVER BELIEVE ME. What others say is always what you'd rather believe. Well, you claimed you're not happy? Hell i donno what else i can do to give you all the happiness in the world! I give you soo much yet to you i don't. I changed for the sake of us but to you i will NEVER ever change. That's why i make it a point that change is biase. No use changing and cleansing when you don't even care to acknowledge it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back at our 11th. It wasn't a smooth one. Oh well, so was the 10th, 9th, etc.. And yes i remembered the note i passed to you. Hope you still do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...by our 1st year and things are not settled, i'll definitely pack my back and leave. You have a month to arrange a good time for us to sit, spill and settle the lil disputes we've been keeping in vengeance. Find true happiness yet once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time is running out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33405619-2481776159177756226?l=stiletto-style.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stiletto-style.blogspot.com/feeds/2481776159177756226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33405619&amp;postID=2481776159177756226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33405619/posts/default/2481776159177756226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33405619/posts/default/2481776159177756226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stiletto-style.blogspot.com/2007/01/blog-post_23.html' title=''/><author><name>tinkerbelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15364072643130557635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33405619.post-1636520524072651575</id><published>2007-01-18T13:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T14:05:40.654+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This blogg is a little stagnant. Yeahh i know that. But don't worry, i ain't moving again. Hahahaa. I was just busy with my online portfolio. Aim to make it as impressive as possible. I would love to hear positive comments afterwards such as "..wow! it's amazing!" or "..isssk. Nice sia!" or maybe speechless is better. Hahahaha. Yes very ambitious indeed. That's the reason why i take aloooot of time to get it done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok on the otherside, i've been kept busy at work with the new kids production for Suria. Interesting. Besides that reality, life has been pretty much a drama. Love, family, friends.. Aaah. Shall not elaborate further. And of course, MUSE was AWESOOOOME!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. On random thoughts, i'm very much uptight now. Friends told me to loosen up! Oh well, some important people in my life is messing my head with shits. I'm tryna be ok. I'm tryna make things better. But the efforts not worth the penny. Instead, it's aaaaall my fault again. Maybe i shouldn't bother trying. Or better still, i kno i want the life back. So, i'm gonna try harder! I won't quit for now. Hear that?!! I won't! Maybe until i'm tired of it or when the situation is not mendable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok that's all for now. I'm blogging at work right now while waiting for some confirmation from Azni and Najib.. I'm enjoying the moment as much as possible now.. Heheee. Coz Keith just left. Hanie, Licia, Hady or in another words, my usual culprits are all shooting outdoor. So it's just me. Cool..   :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33405619-1636520524072651575?l=stiletto-style.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stiletto-style.blogspot.com/feeds/1636520524072651575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33405619&amp;postID=1636520524072651575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33405619/posts/default/1636520524072651575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33405619/posts/default/1636520524072651575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stiletto-style.blogspot.com/2007/01/this-blogg-is-little-stagnant.html' title=''/><author><name>tinkerbelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15364072643130557635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33405619.post-6549226660379961335</id><published>2007-01-06T03:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-06T04:47:09.915+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;k. Insya'allah i'll get to strike off a name from my list of &lt;u&gt;'People whom i wanna meet sooo much!'&lt;/u&gt; soon. Yeayness. Woohoo! *jumping jumping jumping jumping jumping* And who you may ask? Heh heh heh heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016632063701672354" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="chris the multi-talented bassist**" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdHbxO9315I/RZ6oSF3F4aI/AAAAAAAAAAk/dFXMnJf4msM/s320/chris01.bmp" border="2" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna meet this angel..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Chris Wolstenholme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Chris is the bassist for the band Muse. And yes, I'M GOING TO THE &lt;strong&gt;MUSE&lt;/strong&gt; CONCERT ON THE 16TH!! Ho ho ho. If all goes well, as yall know, its gonna be held at the Fort Canning. One night only yaw. Insya'allah.. ((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016635512560411058" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="chris-muse**" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdHbxO9315I/RZ6ra13F4bI/AAAAAAAAAAs/ogkjMB0mVoo/s320/Wolstenholme.jpg" border="2" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Aaah. Sweeeeeet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016636655021711826" style="WIDTH: 168px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 173px" height="193" alt="MUSE" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdHbxO9315I/RZ6sdV3F4dI/AAAAAAAAAA8/6RjzEp6hMd0/s320/52.jpg" width="192" border="2" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016636393028706754" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="MUSE!" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdHbxO9315I/RZ6sOF3F4cI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Tdc2Vn8ikao/s320/220px-Muse.jpg" border="2" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;My Muse concert tix is greatly a gift by Alan. I'm very much greatful to baby. Oh well, it's our favourite band. Hehehee. I pray that all will go well till the very end. We've waited and anticipated for them to perform here in Singapore for years already. Let's end the waiting! So calling all Muse fans, get up, get out and see ya'll on the 16th! Woohooooo!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33405619-6549226660379961335?l=stiletto-style.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stiletto-style.blogspot.com/feeds/6549226660379961335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33405619&amp;postID=6549226660379961335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33405619/posts/default/6549226660379961335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33405619/posts/default/6549226660379961335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stiletto-style.blogspot.com/2007/01/o-k.html' title=''/><author><name>tinkerbelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15364072643130557635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdHbxO9315I/RZ6oSF3F4aI/AAAAAAAAAAk/dFXMnJf4msM/s72-c/chris01.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33405619.post-4087547041448276625</id><published>2007-01-05T02:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-06T04:44:21.789+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;..anger begins with madness, and ends with regrets.&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33405619-4087547041448276625?l=stiletto-style.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stiletto-style.blogspot.com/feeds/4087547041448276625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33405619&amp;postID=4087547041448276625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33405619/posts/default/4087547041448276625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33405619/posts/default/4087547041448276625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stiletto-style.blogspot.com/2007/01/blog-post_05.html' title=''/><author><name>tinkerbelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15364072643130557635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33405619.post-2517089357114916878</id><published>2007-01-03T06:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T06:44:12.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"..I look foward to 2007 and resolutions just don't make anymore sense as you grow older."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"..I have given up in resolution, so I will just go with the flow like hustle and flow."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Aaah. Love those quotes. Good ones. Life is very much more interesting and meaningful than that. Heh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I won't go all on and away typing about 2006. Yes. I've my story. No point yakking about what i've achieved or still pending for last year. And no point too i state down the new year resolution. Child's play lahh.. Coz what's important, i've had my tinge of my own ups and downs. I've learnt, analyzed and moved on. So yeahh, a good 2007 to everyone. Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33405619-2517089357114916878?l=stiletto-style.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stiletto-style.blogspot.com/feeds/2517089357114916878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33405619&amp;postID=2517089357114916878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33405619/posts/default/2517089357114916878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33405619/posts/default/2517089357114916878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stiletto-style.blogspot.com/2007/01/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>tinkerbelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15364072643130557635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33405619.post-396264712178000387</id><published>2006-12-25T06:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T06:37:18.569+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;..Some things are just too good to be true. I'm tired of all this. Think hard what you've done. Trying to keep things from me. Love? Define Love please. And &lt;strong&gt;Secrets&lt;/strong&gt;. And Lies. I'm prepared to leave. And never to come back. That i &lt;u&gt;swear&lt;/u&gt;. So you choose. If you treasure this love-tie, quickly clear up your mess and stop your pretence. Otherwise, don't bother. And don't say that i don't believe nor trust you. Because i did. So listen, i'm gonna treat you normal but i'm gonna observe you close. So decide, baby.&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33405619-396264712178000387?l=stiletto-style.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stiletto-style.blogspot.com/feeds/396264712178000387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33405619&amp;postID=396264712178000387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33405619/posts/default/396264712178000387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33405619/posts/default/396264712178000387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stiletto-style.blogspot.com/2006/12/blog-post_25.html' title=''/><author><name>tinkerbelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15364072643130557635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33405619.post-643626635103731855</id><published>2006-12-23T16:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-23T17:34:58.897+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011649914781180114" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="yours truly*" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdHbxO9315I/RYz1C20mINI/AAAAAAAAAAY/nN2RgKNYWJs/s320/SS+004.jpg" border="2" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaah. Once again, it's been awhile. I'm back to say, there's alooot of things had happened. Too much things. Oh well. That's what life is. Without the happenings, life would be dull and boring. For all that occured, i shall say alhamdulilah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.. I celebrated birthdays, i made good friendship ties blissfully, i severe some others, i welcomed new lifes, i witnessed last breath, i annoyed myelf, i cried, i laughed, i got wasted, i tried new things, i did what i did best, etc. The colors of my life. It's wonderful. It's great. Happy or sad, laughter or tears, it's an equal greatness that i feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonnes of meaningful pictures to be shared.. Aahh. Laziness had set in. Sorry. Maybe next time. It's the holiday season, so get up, get out and have a jolly good time. Don't fret. For every tear, there's a tinge of laughter and vice versa. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meantime remember the Toons Galore that i made? If you don't, here it is, an encore! Plus! Additional new toons featuring Rudy, Mariam, Rida and Usop. Here's the collection for now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Shalyn Version.341 Toon Galore Updated.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img alt="alan-toon**" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v611/shaleny/Black%20Unit/alan-toon01.jpg" border="2" /&gt; &lt;img alt="alyn-toon**" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v611/shaleny/Black%20Unit/shalyn-toon04.jpg" border="2" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;alan-toon * *&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;shalyn-toon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="qisha-toon**" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v611/shaleny/Black%20Unit/qisha-toon01.jpg" border="2" /&gt; &lt;img alt="sham-toon**" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v611/shaleny/Black%20Unit/sham-toon01.jpg" border="2" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;qisha-toon&lt;/span&gt;* *sham-toon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="wawa-toon**" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v611/shaleny/Black%20Unit/wawa-toon02.jpg" border="2" /&gt; &lt;img alt="mac-toon**" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v611/shaleny/Black%20Unit/mc-toon01.jpg" border="2" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;wawa-toon&lt;/span&gt;* *mac-toon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="didi-toon**" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v611/shaleny/Black%20Unit/didi-toon02.jpg" border="2" /&gt; &lt;img alt="usop-toon**" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v611/shaleny/Black%20Unit/ucop-toon01.jpg" border="2" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;didi-toon&lt;/span&gt;* *usop-toon&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="mariam-toon**" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v611/shaleny/Black%20Unit/mariam-toon01.jpg" border="2" /&gt; &lt;img alt="rudy-toon**" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v611/shaleny/Black%20Unit/rudy-toon01.jpg" border="2" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;mariam-toon&lt;/span&gt;* *rudy-toon&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="rida-toon**" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v611/shaleny/Black%20Unit/rida-toon01.jpg" border="2" /&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;and this is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;rida-toon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rizzle the dizzle the &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;fuck&lt;/span&gt; you bitch&lt;/em&gt;. Ooh, sorry. Not for the others. So happy holidays to all. Have a great time enjoying the last of 2006. See you all. *poof*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/33405619-643626635103731855?l=stiletto-style.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stiletto-style.blogspot.com/feeds/643626635103731855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33405619&amp;postID=643626635103731855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33405619/posts/default/643626635103731855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33405619/posts/default/643626635103731855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stiletto-style.blogspot.com/2006/12/aaah.html' title=''/><author><name>tinkerbelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15364072643130557635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdHbxO9315I/RYz1C20mINI/AAAAAAAAAAY/nN2RgKNYWJs/s72-c/SS+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33405619.post-8141072072615651430</id><published>2006-12-14T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T00:02:36.394+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;.. if only i know why and what's wrong, i wouldn't have done all that to hurt you. Why on earth will i want to do all that when i truly love and treasure you, you tell me? Maybe my brain has all screwed up. I sincerely declared my love and decision to stay with you till my dying days.. Accepted every inch of you. And mind you, i meant every word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cried every night to you. I tried to tell you. I'm tired of all the insecurities. Why? Please.. Sometime the lil things that you keep are things that hurt me most. By ignoring that fact, that's when misunderstandings arise. You may think that you did nothing but your every step and action can kill me. Truthfully, i'm tired of my life now. I've to deal with myself being hopelessly sick.. Family bickering.. And no need to add more, those are already enough a weight to carry. I simply dread the next sunrise. To me, another day equals to another day of hurts and suffering. I feel like there's no more meaning in life. But strongly, being religiously concientious, i chaste my thoughts of such negative vibes. I try. Really, i believe now, evil is strong. Patience is a virtue. Allahu'akhbar..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for my love, i wish you come clean with me. Spill to me. Tell me, directly, one on one.. What you really feel about me? What are your intentions being with me? What's your aim for me? And where do you see us in 10 years down the road? I really want to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not saying that with you saying the three words often to me isn't good enough. In fact it is good enough, if love has never been cruel to us that is. And i'm very much astounded when you said that too much sacrifices has been made from you. Were you even sincere when you decided upon sacrificing back then? Were you?? You brought that up. I felt defeated, punched to the ground.. How can i stay when you keep on bringing back the past? How can i believe your sincerities when you demand an exchange from me. I don't mean to be angry but the fact is i am. I want us to really sit down and talk. We really need that. Straighten things out. Find the solution to every matter. By the way, when was the last time we did that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember what i shared with you under the shelter? Remember that very night? That, i will remember always. My insecurity with God. I've not been having a good night sleep. What more a pleasant dream. But what i shared with you, wasn't just a ploy. That fear, that tears.. I am simply shaken. God is great. You and i will never know when's our last. Thus, i really mean it, since then till my last breath, i vowed to love and treasure you with all i might. Only Him can tear us apart. I won't leave and gives up on you, family nor life. He will be the only reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all these, it comes back to a question. And that i wonder, do you feel the same way too, dear?..&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;A very Happy 29th Birthday to my sweetheart! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hope you had a great time with the surprise by me and your friends. Don't worry, i have a line-up of surprises just for you. You won't know and as planned you will never expect such surprises to come your way. And yeahh,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;A very Happy 10th to us too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33405619-8141072072615651430?l=stiletto-style.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stiletto-style.blogspot.com/feeds/8141072072615651430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33405619&amp;postID=8141072072615651430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33405619/posts/default/8141072072615651430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33405619/posts/default/8141072072615651430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stiletto-style.blogspot.com/2006/12/blog-post_14.html' title=''/><author><name>tinkerbelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15364072643130557635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33405619.post-7244412561962116876</id><published>2006-12-11T00:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T01:32:02.101+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;.. all i ever wanted is for you to be most sincere towards the love you've promised me. I don't blame you. You are entitled to your own thinking and beliefs. I don't ever wish for you to force true love on me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My dear, you have the right to choose the perfect one for yourself, though i've sincerely made up my heart to have only you. Because it just won't work on just one side..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I truly am scared that you will leave and say goodbye. I won't even dare to imagine that part of the story. But believe me, i can't help but to be skeptical. The longer the duration of the relationship is, doesn't mean you can stop convincing and proving the worth of your love. Till the end of time, every words of praisal and love will always means a thosand security. It will never lose its value..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I pray for the enlightenment that i need. And for you too. I suppose, we are both confused and still looking for the answers that we need. I wish.. I wish there's more than just you&amp;amp;me. I wish, we're a family. A secured, happy family..&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..you don't have to say you &lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt; me just because i have.. You don't have to &lt;strong&gt;stay&lt;/strong&gt; forever, i will understand.. &lt;strong&gt;Believe me&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"..you know it's &lt;strong&gt;true love&lt;/strong&gt; when you can lay next to each other &lt;strong&gt;without&lt;/strong&gt; any other souls crossing our mind."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33405619-7244412561962116876?l=stiletto-style.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stiletto-style.blogspot.com/feeds/7244412561962116876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33405619&amp;postID=7244412561962116876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33405619/posts/default/7244412561962116876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33405619/posts/default/7244412561962116876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stiletto-style.blogspot.com/2006/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>tinkerbelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15364072643130557635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33405619.post-799900579535455077</id><published>2006-12-06T16:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T16:25:24.784+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"..im just a girl standing infront of a boy, asking him to love her, sincerely."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it too much for a girl to ask?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33405619-799900579535455077?l=stiletto-style.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stiletto-style.blogspot.com/feeds/799900579535455077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33405619&amp;postID=799900579535455077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33405619/posts/default/799900579535455077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33405619/posts/default/799900579535455077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stiletto-style.blogspot.com/2006/12/blog-post_06.html' title=''/><author><name>tinkerbelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15364072643130557635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33405619.post-7588827241770581072</id><published>2006-12-05T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T22:37:54.762+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005051048944106242" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="thelastofyouand me" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdHbxO9315I/RXWDaT8CewI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BQWkn7tszsw/s320/031206+018.jpg" border="2" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;".. why is it soo dificult for me to see you and ask you out (for the last time)? It seems to fail every time i attempt to do so these days. Reasons by fate.. All i want is to hold you for the last time.. And kiss you.. And whisper in your ears that i will always love you.. All in all, i'm doing this without you realising my main motive. For you, i'm just the same old me who always bug you for a meet-up. Well, ironically, it just won't happen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe because, there will not be any last time? We are not meant to be seperated? Maybe, God have better plan for us both.."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33405619-7588827241770581072?l=stiletto-style.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stiletto-style.blogspot.com/feeds/7588827241770581072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33405619&amp;postID=7588827241770581072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33405619/posts/default/7588827241770581072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33405619/posts/default/7588827241770581072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stiletto-style.blogspot.com/2006/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>tinkerbelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15364072643130557635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdHbxO9315I/RXWDaT8CewI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BQWkn7tszsw/s72-c/031206+018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33405619.post-4929060937446692010</id><published>2006-12-05T00:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T01:17:46.955+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The cry. You heard. You questioned. I'm sorry.. I lied straight to your face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The millions of tears shed meant a lot to me. Every single one symbolizes every bit of love and memories of you and me. It wasn't easy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every love has its story. And my story ends with you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My dear, seek what you always wanted. May all your dreams come true. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"..you know it's &lt;strong&gt;true love&lt;/strong&gt; whe you can lay next to each other&lt;strong&gt; without&lt;/strong&gt; any other souls crossing our mind." - anonymous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33405619-4929060937446692010?l=stiletto-style.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stiletto-style.blogspot.com/feeds/4929060937446692010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33405619&amp;postID=4929060937446692010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33405619/posts/default/4929060937446692010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33405619/posts/default/4929060937446692010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stiletto-style.blogspot.com/2006/12/cry.html' title=''/><author><name>tinkerbelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15364072643130557635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33405619.post-1597861765450039783</id><published>2006-12-04T06:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T23:59:20.579+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Once bitten, twice hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My heart swells with negatory ailments. I don't like the 'you' now. Treating me like dump. What is all that for? You stressed to me that i'm the only, i'm special. Oh, so by ignoring me presence and talking to me like as if i'm a prostituting bitch, is special lahh? And when i got hurt and angry for all that, it's my fault and it's wrong also lahh for telling and sharing with you? Yes yes. Go treat other sweet, nice ladies out there better. Go the extra mile, even the search engine, to find that dream girl of yours. As if 3 weeks ain't enough. Sorry for not being chinese-fair looking, jap style, indonesian smile girl. I'm sorry for being just me. Not to your standard/expectation/liking at all. I love, but i'm just too hurt to love. I cant't say. I can't complain. I can't share. Because if i do, you won't even reciprocate nicely. I don't understand you at all what.. Right? It's just hard being you.. Right? Others never appreciate and understands you well. Well, i know, i fall into that category. The 'Unappreciative, Useless, Unpretty' category. Honesty isn't the only game here. Sincerity too. We'll see how it goes with all your past promises. I'm not judging you. Yes, i'm always the weaker one. I'll take my time to eat my humble pie and pack my bags and bid goodbye. You'll see lesser and lesser of me in future, and eventually none.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;when you start to react lifeless and nothing to everything that i say, i already thought that something is not right..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;when you start to say lesser 'iloveyou' while looking deep into my eyes, i already thought that something is not right..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;when you start to kiss me lesser, i already thought that something is not right..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;when you start to change your reactions in everything that i do, i already thought that something is not right..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;when you honour what others might think rather than mine, i already thought that something is not right..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;when you start to turm my pleasure of love down, i already thought that something is not right..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;when you start to ignore my every solemn tears, i already thought that something is not right..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and when you start to blame me for all and gives up,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i finally realised.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;t&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;hings are not right anymore.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33405619-1597861765450039783?l=stiletto-style.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stiletto-style.blogspot.com/feeds/1597861765450039783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33405619&amp;postID=1597861765450039783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33405619/posts/default/1597861765450039783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33405619/posts/default/1597861765450039783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stiletto-style.blogspot.com/2006/12/once-bitten-twice-hurt.html' title=''/><author><name>tinkerbelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15364072643130557635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33405619.post-116489852325784645</id><published>2006-11-30T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T22:55:23.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;aaaaaah. It's been awhile isn't it? I've been keeping myself busy with other useful things in life ever since the boyfriend's schedule was super hectic with trainings at the museum. Naughthily, i've been raking up stupiak reasons too, just to meet him. Hehehee. Blame it on loveeee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soo many good stuff had happened and you'll definetely thirst for updates!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Teasers:&lt;/strong&gt; ChicksOnSpeed @ Zouk!!, LadiesDay&amp;NightOut, it's Sab's Birthday!!, Look Who's Getting Hitched!, BitchyFight &amp; lots lots more! Sooo, if you want some juicilicious updates plus yummay-licious pictures.... GO VOTE FOR TIRAMISU @ &lt;a href="http://www.style-asia.com/streetstyleawards06/nom_music.htm"&gt;STREETSTYLE AWARDS 06&lt;/a&gt; NOW!!!  ;)) &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I still believe that they are the rightful winner. Hehee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been twoo weeks and counting, Tiramisu is gearing up for the ultimate showdown this weekend. The one in collabration with theater performance, Divine Soap. If you have extra moolahs in your pocket, then come down. It's funny, guaranteed! Oh well, i'm exclusively invited with a complimentary tix. And darn i'm excited! Ok, for more information on the Theatrical Production, visit the &lt;a href="http://www.nationalmuseum.sg/openingfestival/event_perf_divinesoap.html"&gt;National Museum&lt;/a&gt; webbie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok peeps, have a great weekend!! *cheers*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33405619-116489852325784645?l=stiletto-style.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stiletto-style.blogspot.com/feeds/116489852325784645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33405619&amp;postID=116489852325784645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33405619/posts/default/116489852325784645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33405619/posts/default/116489852325784645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stiletto-style.blogspot.com/2006/11/aaaaaaah.html' title=''/><author><name>tinkerbelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15364072643130557635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33405619.post-116376621654721704</id><published>2006-11-17T20:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T20:36:48.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Have you heard??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.style-asia.com/streetstyleawards06/"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="streetstyleawards2006**" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5890/696/400/vote.0.jpg" border="2" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. Their back! It's the StreetStyle Award!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The Street Style Awards is an award show to honour young Singaporeans who have dared to make a difference, in terms of their personal style, in visual and musical expression and in their passion for doing what they believe in. The Street Style Awards aim to give recognition to people who excel in their own field of individuality. And i'm proud to annouce that TIRAMISU made it to the nominees this year on par with other local bands such as Astreal and The Great Spy Experiment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Past years proud winners includes Force Vomit and The Observatory. Ain't that cool? Well, there're few aother categories to vote for besides the Streetstyle Music. Look out too for Streetstyle Sports, Fashion as well as Visual Arts!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So log on or simply click on the picture above and vote for who you think should take over the thrones this year. Ouh c'mon! Call on your friends and families to vote too yahh! *cheers*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Street Style Awards is produced by Motorola &amp;amp; styleasia.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Supported By Zouk Singapore and JUICE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33405619-116376621654721704?l=stiletto-style.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stiletto-style.blogspot.com/feeds/116376621654721704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33405619&amp;postID=116376621654721704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33405619/posts/default/116376621654721704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33405619/posts/default/116376621654721704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stiletto-style.blogspot.com/2006/11/have-you-heard-yes.html' title=''/><author><name>tinkerbelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15364072643130557635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33405619.post-116367769746901189</id><published>2006-11-16T19:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T19:48:17.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; thought i will be okay when he's out there busy with rehearsals. I thought it's easy as one twoo three to overcome the lil seperation. Never have i thought that it's actually tormenting. He's busier than a busy bee. More busier than a busybody. I felt like it's been weeks that i've not seen him. Ooh i missed him like a mad munkee. And all i want, every time, is my boyfriend to be back here with me.. Where he rightfully belongs. Eurgh. Damn it. Soo much to do in soo little time!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="loveletter*" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5890/696/400/0001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you sweetheart. I poured this out with much filled love to you..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33405619-116367769746901189?l=stiletto-style.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stiletto-style.blogspot.com/feeds/116367769746901189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33405619&amp;postID=116367769746901189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33405619/posts/default/116367769746901189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33405619/posts/default/116367769746901189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stiletto-style.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-thought-i-will-be-okay-when-hes-out.html' title=''/><author><name>tinkerbelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15364072643130557635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33405619.post-116352894383950688</id><published>2006-11-15T01:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T02:47:25.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Here We Go..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey all. As promised, the long due updates as well as still motions. Let's begin with Eid Mubarak. This year, my family had a good time visiting houses of the close relatives for the first two days of hari raya. Indeed, those were the only days we went out as family, visiting from house to house. On other days of Syawal, it's back to any other day..Work, chill and everything in between. As for me, i'm just sad.. Sad that Ramadhan had left us again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="eid with family**" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v611/shaleny/Stiletto%20Style/bloggie01.jpg" border="2" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shortly after the Muslims celebrate to welcome the month Syawal, it was my birthday yaw! Hehehee. Guess what, im at my &lt;em&gt;ts12&lt;/em&gt; now. Never felt older! Hahahaa. It was the sweetest thang ever. The peeps came down to cheer with me with a big bottle of Vodka that i've got. Ecstaticly, i had wonderful moments. Though no borthday cake nor presents were presented, they sang a cheerful birthday song out loud to me with lighted lighters. Touched, i blew the lighters instead that night. Hahahaa. I really had a good time. Thanx to those who made their way down just for me.. And to those who wished me, i appreciate the thoughts too. Cheers! Above all, i thank Alan for honouring me like a real Princess the whole time.. You made it all possible dear. Thankyouu..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="21stbirthday." src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v611/shaleny/Stiletto%20Style/bloggie02.jpg" border="2" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On that weekend, the few of us packed our purse for a one day trip to Pengili. It was kinda gerek i must admit. The view.. The journey.. The very-fast-overtakes. Issk. The fireworks display by the one and only BUnit crew, that was effing fun! Loud, sparks and colours. We went visiting too, to Harry's close relatives. Hehee. The atmospphere was different. The scorching sun slackens us but we managed to do all tasks that we intended to.. Especially to first-timer like Alan and i. Hehehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="feldaulupengili**" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v611/shaleny/Stiletto%20Style/bloggie03.jpg" border="2" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tiring day it has been. But it doesn't stop us from going ahead with the Halloween Party at Zouk. Harry came along with us back to Singapore just for the thrill of the night. Haha. Ok, the BUnit gang was dressed, or should i say, not much dressing done, as terrorists. Complete with laser pointer guns and full face masks. And as for me, i was the Witch. A blur witch who keeps losing her magic wand. Urgh. In the end, i forgo the magical wand with a whole loads of fun time drinking with Rida and Mariam. Shiok lahh. I don't know what made it soo fun but i'm sure addicted to them. A simple mini bottle of vodka and gulp each, the night turned from packed, boring and stuffy to loud laughs, gossips and three contented hearts.. And everything else. Hehehee. I guessed right, it's the company i'm with.. Hehehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 4th November was the day of the BUnit Raya Outing. Nothing much to comment about it. The day passed by very quickly and we managed to cover up to the westsiders. It was a looong and eventful day. I had a good time too. I guess his wish was granted. My first ever Raya with him and it wasn't memorable at all. I hope next year will be better. Sigh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="BUnit Raya 06" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v611/shaleny/Stiletto%20Style/bloggie04.jpg" border="2" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i went to my lil princess's show the other day. It was held at the Singapore Poly Auditorium. Organized by the kids' school itself, Mercu. It was the graduation day for the K2 kiddies and the other kids put up a show just for us. And this year's theme was Animal Kingdom. Thus, all performances was tied to animals. The lil princess performed 'I can't wait to be King'.. That explaind the costume they were in. Imagine kids as young as pre-schoolers and nurseries, they all performed. How cute can that be! The stage-fright.. The cutsy dance moves.. And the attention seekers. Hilarious i tell you! The only thing that spoils the day, was the catering. Yucks. Tasteless. Everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="mercu.graduation" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v611/shaleny/Stiletto%20Style/bloggie06.jpg" border="2" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, the best part now.. Erfan's back!! Yeay! Though i've never met him before, i did look forward to shake his hands. Of all that i've heard, he's a wacky, funny and nice guy. simply everyone's favourite.. And now, my favourite of them all. Hehehee. He loves to smile. For god knows what reasons. Hahahaha. But it's good lahh.. He portrays a friendly image. So anyhoos, the BUnit gave him a surprise pick up at the airport. Then the next night, we met up at his biggie house to celebrate his 26th birthday. It was soo gerek though i was having a very very bad menstrual cramp. Damn! Spoiler.. Since then, i'm always looking forward for meet ups with him the rest. I heard he's crazy. I wanna see that for myself! Heheheee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="erf's world." src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v611/shaleny/Stiletto%20Style/bloggie05.jpg" border="2" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Tiramisu perormed live at BarNone yesternight. Ooh yes, a Monday night some more. Syawla Evol was fantastic. They reminds of my bro's band. Hehehee. Hayden the vox was effing cute. Yummay.. The dimples i mean. Hee. Tiramisu performance was the finale. The turnout was effing good i should say. Lotsa friends came down to watch them.. Including my dearie Dea, Woohoo! Missed her liao.. Hehe. And she did not came down for Athif hokkay. Mind you Alan, she came down for me. My belated birthday. Hehehee. But she was excited though. Hehe. Anyway, fans misses Tiramisu performing. Indeed, me too. I was almost glad to see everyone.. The BUnit came. That includes Sham&amp;Qisha, Erf!!, Ilyana&amp;amp;Danny, their cuzz, Is and the Kinemats, Aband Adik Akira&amp;Rida, SAB!!, the gerek couple, adnilizdar&amp;amp;hubby, Hafiz stomping ground and soo soo sooo much more lahh! Almost a reunion! Gerek! Hehehee. I had a wonderful time! And guessed what, Alan did a dedication.. To Erfan! Hehe. His first dedication on stage and i'm proud of him. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="TIRAMISU**" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v611/shaleny/Stiletto%20Style/bloggie07.jpg" border="2" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the company of Dea. I was freaky glad that she came down to the showcase yesternight. I had a good time with her and i'm more glad that she enjoyed herself soo effing much! A silent thanx to Athiff. Hehehee. A good day spent. I'm happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="alan.alyn.dea." src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v611/shaleny/Stiletto%20Style/bloggie08.jpg" border="2" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boyfriend is out today. He sounded sick and i know he doesn't wanna see me today. I'm just sad. I suppose due to the busy schedule of his, he forgot about our anniv. Sigh.. Happy 9th to us.. Worst still, it was yesterday. He totally forgot about it..     :((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="it's getting worst." src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5890/696/320/22-10-06_0338.jpg" border="2" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's all. I'm done here. Good night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33405619-116352894383950688?l=stiletto-style.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stiletto-style.blogspot.com/feeds/116352894383950688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33405619&amp;postID=116352894383950688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33405619/posts/default/116352894383950688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33405619/posts/default/116352894383950688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stiletto-style.blogspot.com/2006/11/here-we-go.html' title=''/><author><name>tinkerbelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15364072643130557635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33405619.post-116309892825653701</id><published>2006-11-10T03:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T03:02:08.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i love azlan.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33405619-116309892825653701?l=stiletto-style.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stiletto-style.blogspot.com/feeds/116309892825653701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33405619&amp;postID=116309892825653701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33405619/posts/default/116309892825653701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33405619/posts/default/116309892825653701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stiletto-style.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-love-azlan.html' title=''/><author><name>tinkerbelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15364072643130557635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33405619.post-116300373886808823</id><published>2006-11-09T00:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T00:35:38.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="eid mubarak 06." src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5890/696/320/ry01.jpg" border="2" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;'m guilty for the lack of updates.  Ok, let's make a pac here.. When i ain't rushing for any deadlines, i'll update every single frame of my life for yall, including the due ones. BUT, when my hands of times are ticking like a bullet train to meet the deadlines, pardon the days and days or maybe weeks of no updates. Heheheheee. Deal hokkay?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, i'll post the pixxies soon. A lot liao.. Issk. But i'll pick the best out to be displayed here of course. Meantime, the pix above are from the recent but the only Raya Gathering with the BUnit Crew. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ok, i experienced lotsa weird felings during this festive month. I mean weird feelings about the people and whatnot. But then again, maybe i'm just being paranoid. Hmm..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;To Qamariah, thankyouu soo much for all the advices and opportunities. You've been sucha great mentor to me even since school days.   :))&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ok, till the next update. See ya.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33405619-116300373886808823?l=stiletto-style.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stiletto-style.blogspot.com/feeds/116300373886808823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33405619&amp;postID=116300373886808823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33405619/posts/default/116300373886808823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33405619/posts/default/116300373886808823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stiletto-style.blogspot.com/2006/11/im-guilty-for-lack-of-updates.html' title=''/><author><name>tinkerbelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15364072643130557635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33405619.post-116273280036116284</id><published>2006-11-05T20:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T21:26:09.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;hough i've given up all hopes and dreams in my love relationship, i've not given up on life. So for all, here are some things i would like to share.. Then after which, the next update will be on the back to back celebrations plus, the jalan raya with the Black Unit crew. So for now, read on and digest..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tanda Ajal&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="content"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tanda 100 hari sebelum hari mati.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Ini adalah tanda pertama dari Allah SWT kepada hambanya dan hanya akandisedari oleh mereka-mereka yang dikehendakinya. Walaubagaimanapun semuaorang Islam akan mendapat tanda ini cuma samada mereka sedar atau tidaksahaja. Tanda ini akan berlaku lazimnya selepas waktu Asar. Seluruh tubuhiaitu dari hujung rambut sehingga ke hujung kaki akan mengalami getaranatau seakan-akan mengigil. Contohnya seperti daging lembu yang barudisembelih dimana jika diperhatikan dengan teliti kita akan mendapatidaging tersebut seakan-akan bergetar. Tanda ini rasanya lazat dan bagimereka sedar dan berdetik di hati bahawa mungkin ini adalah tanda mati makagetaran ini akan berhenti dan hilang setelah kita sedar akan kehadirantanda ini. Bagi mereka yang tidak diberi kesedaran atau mereka yang hanyut dengan kenikmatan tanpa memikirkan soal kematian , tanda ini akan lenyapbegitu sahaja tanpa sebarang munafaat. Bagi yang sedar dengan kehadiran tanda ini maka ini adalah peluang terbaik untuk memunafaatkan masa yang ada untuk mempersiapkan diri dengan amalan dan urusan yang akan dibawa atauditinggalkan sesudah mati.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tanda 40 hari sebelum hari mati.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tanda ini juga akan berlaku sesudah waktu Asar. Bahagian pusat kita akan berdenyut-denyut. Pada ketika ini daun yang tertulis nama kita akan gugur dari pokok yang letaknya di atas Arash Allah SWT. Maka malaikat maut akan mengambil daun tersebut dan mula membuat persediaannya ke atas kita, antaranya ialah ia akan mula mengikuti kita sepanjang masa. Akan terjadi malaikat maut ini akan memperlihatkan wajahnya sekilas lalu dan jika ini terjadi, mereka yang terpilih ini akan merasakan seakan-akan bingung seketika. Adapun malaikat maut ini wujudnya cuma seorang tetapi kuasanya untuk mencabut nyawa adalah bersamaan dengan jumlah nyawa yang akan dicabutnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tanda 7 hari.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adapun tanda ini akan diberikan hanya kepada mereka yang diuji dengan musibah kesakitan di mana orang sakit yang tidak makan secara tiba-tiba ianya berselera untuk makan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tanda 3 hari.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Pada ketika ini akan terasa denyutan di bahagian tengah dahi kita iaitu diantara dahi kanan dan kiri. Jika tanda ini dapat dikesan maka berpuasalah kita selepas itu supaya perut kita tidak mengandungi banyak najis dan ini akan memudahkan urusan orang yang akan memandikan kita nanti. Ketika ini juga mata hitam kita tidak akan bersinar lagi dan bagi orang yang sakit hidungnya akan perlahan-lahan jatuh dan ini dapat dikesan jika kita melihatnya dari bahagian sisi. Telinganya akan layu dimana bahagian hujungnya akan beransur-ansur masuk ke dalam. Telapak kakinya yang terlunjur akan perlahan-lahan jatuh ke depan dan sukar ditegakkan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tanda 1 hari.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akan berlaku sesudah waktu Asar di mana kita akan merasakan satu denyutan di sebelah belakang iaitu di kawasan ubun-ubun di mana ini menandakan kita tidak akan sempat untuk menemui waktu Asar keesokan harinya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tanda akhir.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Akan berlaku keadaan di mana kita akan merasakan satu keadaan sejuk di bahagian pusat dan ianya akan turun ke pinggang dan seterusnya akan naik ke bahagian halkum. Ketika ini hendaklah kita terus mengucap kalimah syahadah dan berdiam diri dan menantikan kedatangan malaikatmaut untuk menjemput kita kembali kepada Allah SWT yang telah menghidupkan kita dan sekarang akan mematikan pula.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="content"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="content"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="content"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="content"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sesungguhnya marilah kita bertaqwa dan berdoa kepada Allah SWT semuga kita adalah di antara orang-orang yang yang dipilih oleh Allah yang akan diberikesedaran untuk peka terhadap tanda-tanda mati ini semoga kita dapat membuat persiapan terakhir dalam usaha memohon keampunan samada dari Allah SWT mahupun dari manusia sendiri dari segala dosa dan urusan hutang piutang kita.Walaubagaimanapun sesuai dengan sifat Allah SWT yang maha berkuasa lagi pemurah lagi maha mengasihani maka diriwatkan bahawa tarikh mati seseorang manusia itu masih boleh diubah dengan amalan doa iaitu samada doa dari kita sendiri ataupun doa dari orang lain. Namun ianya adalah ketentuanAllah SWT semata-mata.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="content"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="content"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oleh itu marilah kita bersama-sama berusaha dan berdoa semuga kita diberihidayah dan petunjuk oleh Allah SWT serta kelapangan masa dan kesihatan tubuh badan dan juga fikiran dalam usaha kita untuk mencari keredhaan Allah SWT samada di dunia mahupun akhirat. Apa yang baik dan benar itu datangnya dari Allah SWT dan apa yang salah dan silap itu adalah dari kelemahan manusia itu sendiri.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="content"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="content"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="content"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="content"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="content"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="content"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;WALLAHUA'LAM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="content"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33405619-116273280036116284?l=stiletto-style.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stiletto-style.blogspot.com/feeds/116273280036116284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33405619&amp;postID=116273280036116284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33405619/posts/default/116273280036116284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33405619/posts/default/116273280036116284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stiletto-style.blogspot.com/2006/11/though-ive-given-up-all-hopes-and.html' title=''/><author><name>tinkerbelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15364072643130557635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33405619.post-116219471782366681</id><published>2006-10-29T15:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T15:51:57.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="shalyn-ism**" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5890/696/320/24-10-06_0448.0.jpg" border="2" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;uhoo.. Oh please, this blog ain't what they call 'dead' yet. She's just out on a looong break. October mahh. Lotsa happenings. Such as, the Eid Mubarak.. Her Forever TwentyOne Birthday.. A ride up to Pengili.. Hallooooooweeeeen.. And much much more. Stay tuned. She'll definitely update with glorious pixxies for your viewing pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meantime, she wishes you..&lt;br /&gt;#01    &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Selamat Hari Raya Maaf Zahir dan Batin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#02    &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Happy Hallooooooweeeeen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have fun this festive period.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*pooofff*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33405619-116219471782366681?l=stiletto-style.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stiletto-style.blogspot.com/feeds/116219471782366681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33405619&amp;postID=116219471782366681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33405619/posts/default/116219471782366681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33405619/posts/default/116219471782366681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stiletto-style.blogspot.com/2006/10/yuhoo.html' title=''/><author><name>tinkerbelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15364072643130557635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33405619.post-116153358969475177</id><published>2006-10-22T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T00:13:09.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>That's it. I'm flaring with much anger now. Yes, i am a pain in the ass of yours. I'm SORRY. But what else can i do? All my life now i've to deal with a series of medicines that tears off my emotions. I ain't allowed to do or consume anything much to my likings. So now i think, what's the point i ascertain my life with the fucking chemicals that they called medicines? Rather than i live my life hurting and get hurt, it's more worthy that i live the rest of my days happily without the side effects. In another words, stop the meds, die faster, but at the very least, happier. Agree?? Well, I DO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've tried, to really really control my emotions. Outside, i am like a devil raging with angst. But truthfully, deep inside, i cry like a baby. Even now while i'm typing this entry, i'm tearing.. What have i become into? Even my parents thought that i'm getting harder to handle. My temper and sensitiveness has risen to the limit. And i cried.. When they apologised to me after raising their voice at me. I mean.. Who's fault is it anyway? They know that i never meant to behave in such ways. And they know that im short-tempered now and these are not what i really am. Thus, they apologised knowing that it's not my fault for the side-effects and i too apologised for not pushing myself to the highest limit in controlling the emotions. I better off alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well boyfriend, if you think that the colors aren't important at all, then fine. I shall not bother anymore. Or maybe, i should just go to work on the respective dates so to avoid the gathering with you and your friends. I'll just hang the one i've got for remembrance and just not wear it. Well you know what, i may sound long-winded and whatnot but i really did try my bloody best to make our first celebration worth the memories. No matter what circumstances, i did try to match your everything so as not to burden you. I don't mind now that you ain't appreciating. I don't bother now that all this is nothing to you. Well.. Then again, you've been out single all these years. There's nothing special now that you have someone whom you called girlfriend. I guess i just have to live with it..&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm simply sick of trying. I feel like giving up. But i know i ain't the sort. Well, at least i used to try not to be a quitter. So listen hard people, &lt;em&gt;if you don't care then i won't too&lt;/em&gt;. I'll reciprocate the same, how you do it. Fuck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33405619-116153358969475177?l=stiletto-style.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stiletto-style.blogspot.com/feeds/116153358969475177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33405619&amp;postID=116153358969475177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33405619/posts/default/116153358969475177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33405619/posts/default/116153358969475177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stiletto-style.blogspot.com/2006/10/thats-it.html' title=''/><author><name>tinkerbelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15364072643130557635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33405619.post-116137921181527697</id><published>2006-10-21T04:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T05:20:11.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"..&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You're still the one whom iritate me worst. To think again, how did i end up being soo in love with you then. Eurgh. Love is simply blind. Listening to you talk, thickens my ego. It was just a mistake that you called me. You should have just stop and drop the initiative of yours to dial my number. By not doing so yesterday, was the &lt;strong&gt;BIGGEST MISTAKE&lt;/strong&gt; of the century. You disgust me dude. From the day that you left me, till the day that i loathe you. And to think again, i still do. Bleaurgh. Well, don't bother asking for such forgiveness from me. Seek from the one Above."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i wonder why the whole chunk of hesitation upon receiving the call that i'm accepted. Wasn't that happy-jumpy at all. Bummer. Was all ecstatic and looking forward for the whole new experience then. Hmm. But that was three weeks ago yaw. I guess the feels has changed into some negatory ones. Ah. No use muttering about this now. I've signed the papers. Hoping for a miracle though. Sigh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn. This year Syawal wasn't all i vision it to be. So far during this last week of Ramadhan, everything seems to be going against me. And it's the week of &lt;em&gt;lailatul qada'&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;em&gt;Masya'allah&lt;/em&gt;.. What's happening to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got the feeling that the meds are starting to take control of my body system especially the moods and emotions. Damn it's getting tougher. I'm more temperamental and fickle minded. But if i'm happy, im esctatic! Doh! Dumb, i know. Oh well.. I'm just a crazy woman. Serious! Ask anyone and they'll definitely agree on that. Especially my boyfriend. Sooner or later, he'll dump me for sure. Cannot tahan with the huge diffrent tides of my moods. But please lahh.. Don't leave me hokkay.   =((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Please lahh Shalyn, wake up and smell the coffee! Bring back to old-self. Don't dwell to much on those shiznits. It ain't worthy. Make the last few days of Ramadhan worthwhile. Ikhtiar and control every emotions and desires. It's oh-so-important. Watch every words and every steps. Show some love lahh babe!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oookies. Sonic and Tetris have been my favourite pass time now. Been hogging on it for hours every day. Simply hypnotized. Heheheee. Ok now, let's stop that and divert my attention back to designs and illustrations. It's been quite a while now darling.. Let's try that media thingy again.   :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33405619-116137921181527697?l=stiletto-style.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stiletto-style.blogspot.com/feeds/116137921181527697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33405619&amp;postID=116137921181527697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33405619/posts/default/116137921181527697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33405619/posts/default/116137921181527697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stiletto-style.blogspot.com/2006/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>tinkerbelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15364072643130557635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33405619.post-116121295061418879</id><published>2006-10-19T06:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T07:09:10.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;17 Signs of 'Love Disease'&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PEEPS.. THIS IS FREAKIN' TRUE LAHH. WHEN THE FIRST TIME I FALL IN LOVE (most recent i could remember is of course with &lt;strong&gt;alan&lt;/strong&gt;, my &lt;em&gt;boyfriend&lt;/em&gt;), THIS THINGS HAPPEN TO ME LAHH! I'M SERIOUS. EVEN FOR NOW, STILL LIKE DAT LAHH. USUALLY THIS HAPPENS DURING THE '&lt;em&gt;HONEYMOON&lt;/em&gt;' PERIOD. KHEKHEKHEE.. (motive for the caps?! hurhur.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;SEVENTEEN:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU LOOK AT &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;HIS/HER&lt;/span&gt; PROFILE/PICTURE CONSTANTLY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;SIXTEEN:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHEN YOU'RE ON THE PHONE WITH &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;HIM/HER&lt;/span&gt; LATE AT NIGHT AND &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;HE/SHE&lt;/span&gt; HUNG UP, YOU STILL MISS &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;HIM/HER&lt;/span&gt; EVEN WHEN IT WAS JUST TWO MINUTES AGO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;FIFTEEN:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU READ &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;HIS/HER&lt;/span&gt; TEXTS OR SMSES OVER AND OVER AGAIN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;FOURTEEN:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU WALK REALLY SLOW WHEN YOU'RE WITH &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;HIM/HER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;THIRTEEN:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU ALWAYS FEEL SHY WHENEVER &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;HE/SHE&lt;/span&gt; IS AROUND&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;ELEVEN:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHEN YOU THINK ABOUT &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;HIM/HER&lt;/span&gt;, YOUR HEART BEATS FASTER AND SLOWER AT THE SAME TIME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;TEN:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU SMILE EVERYTIME WHEN YOU HEAR &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;HIS/HER&lt;/span&gt; VOICE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;NINE:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHEN YOU lOOK AT &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;HIM/HER&lt;/span&gt;, YOU CAN'T SEE THE OTHER PEOPLE AROUND YOU. ALL YOU SEE IS &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;HIM/HER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;EIGHT:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU START LISTENING TO SLOW SONGS, WHILE THINKING OF &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;HIM/HER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;SEVEN:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;HE/SHE&lt;/span&gt; IS ALL YOU THINK ABOUT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;SIX:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU GET HIGH JUST FROM &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;HIS/HER&lt;/span&gt; SCENT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;FIVE:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU REALIZE THAT YOU'RE ALWAYS SMILING TO YOURSELF WHEN YOU THINK ABOUT &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;HIM/HER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;FOUR:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU'D DO ANYTHING FOR &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;HIM/HER&lt;/span&gt;, OR ANYTHING TO SEE THEM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;THREE:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHILE READING THIS, THERE WAS ONE PERSON ON YOUR MIND THE WHOLE TIME..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;TWO:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU WERE SO BUSY THINKING OF THAT PERSON, YOU DIDN'T NOTICE NUMBER TWELVE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;ONE:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU JUST SCROLLED UP TO CHECK AND NOW SILENTLY SMILING AT YOURSELF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehehee. My boyfriend never fails to give me that buterfly effects. This doesn't applies to just kisses but to almost everything that he does. Oooh, he's sucha darl.. Love you effin much sweets. Happy '19th' yeahh.. Hehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33405619-116121295061418879?l=stiletto-style.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stiletto-style.blogspot.com/feeds/116121295061418879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33405619&amp;postID=116121295061418879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33405619/posts/default/116121295061418879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33405619/posts/default/116121295061418879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stiletto-style.blogspot.com/2006/10/17-signs-of-love-disease-peeps.html' title=''/><author><name>tinkerbelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15364072643130557635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33405619.post-116093445993749438</id><published>2006-10-16T01:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T01:47:39.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;To others, please don't bother to ask. No matter who you are, i won't entertain any question. I beg you, please. Thank you.&lt;/strong&gt;   :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;Dear Mummy..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;                 Please be ok cause i'm taking this all in my stride. I can't change the situation. If i'm destined for another year, i'll accept it. No surgeries or anything else, please. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dear Daddy..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;                 I don't want any celebration this 26th. I'll be contented enough that i can turn 21. I just wanna be normal. That's all i'll be asking for, for every thing to be normal. I'll be the same defiant lil girl of yours and i won't change for that matter of fact. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Let's play pretend that no one knows anything. Let's live every day as the way it has been. No extra or special treatment please. Because i wanna be ok. I really do. If only i could tell you how broken i feel.. But i just wanna be strong. For every single person around me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I appreciate every tears and sacrifices. I'll bring that to my death bed. But for now, i seek forgiveness for all wrong-doings. Let's be normal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be ok. I live my life simply appreciating everything and everyone around me. I always do. I beg not to show though.. And i know, i've yet to turn my dreams to reality.. Goals to accomplish.. Hopes to realize. I still want to do it. I still have aims in life. And i won't give them up, not yet. Till my last breath..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33405619-116093445993749438?l=stiletto-style.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stiletto-style.blogspot.com/feeds/116093445993749438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33405619&amp;postID=116093445993749438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33405619/posts/default/116093445993749438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33405619/posts/default/116093445993749438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stiletto-style.blogspot.com/2006/10/to-others-please-dont-bother-to-ask.html' title=''/><author><name>tinkerbelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15364072643130557635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33405619.post-116082471599999278</id><published>2006-10-14T19:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T20:17:22.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="300" alt="fantasy time**" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v611/shaleny/Black%20Unit/PRZ00602.jpg" border="2" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;aaurgh. It's my first day of my period for this month. Super cramp sia down there. Couldn't even have my good sleep just now. Sigh.. When will this monthly pain soothe? Must it be as painful every month? I can only wonder. So, we come to the last week of Ramadhan and damn, the period have to start. But it's ok. Guess i could have a headstart of testing the kuihs and soon, the raya dishes. Heh heh heh. Poweeeer~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Planning, planning, planning. Let me see.. Since i can't fast, i shall waste my time and energy doing something that's worth the energy. Aiyahh, later think uh. I wana go siap uh. Nak go Robot's house. Hehehee. I seems to be the one living nearest to him buuuuuut, i'm like the last person to arrive. Maklum lahh.. Princess lahh katakan. Wakakaka. Oooh puh-leeease. I'm a princess in the eyes of the boyfriend if it's not yours hokkey. I may play pretend, but in his world, i am not. Ngeheheheheee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, it's Sham Robot's birthday today. The BUnit crew are all at his place to celebrate the day with him. Sweet of them yaw. The plan today is to break fast with him thus a lil celebration. He's doing ok if not better, i suppose. He was discharged from the hospital days ago. Since then, been recuperating at home. He's one wishful guy.. Hoping he could stop limping and be non-dependant on crutches in abt a month's time. Well, due to the bad crack, it'll take months and months before he gets fully recovered. In anyways, we will still pray for his speedy recovery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="150" alt="robot01**" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v611/shaleny/Black%20Unit/05-10-06_2118.jpg" border="2" /&gt;&lt;img height="150" alt="robot02**" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v611/shaleny/Black%20Unit/05-10-06_2116.jpg" border="2" /&gt;&lt;img height="150" alt="robot03**" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v611/shaleny/Black%20Unit/05-10-06_2117.jpg" border="2" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Lastly and once again, a very happy birthday to Sham Robot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And not forgetting, Happy 8th Anniversary to the boyfriend and i. It's been a good 8th. As always, i hope for better days together with him. Praying it'll be a more smooth and wonderous journey. Insya'allah. So this time, we spent some time chilling by the Seletar Dam. Singing songs from the iPodee.. Drinking packets of tea.. And at the same time, munching of junkies. oh yess. played some sparklers too. Thanx to i-don't-know-who-lahh. Haha. Cool.. A sweet and simple celebration. Happy 8th again baby! I simply love you effin much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="200" alt="Love is always Him*" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v611/shaleny/Black%20Unit/13-10-06_0023.jpg" border="2" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok that's all for now hokkeh. I'm in pain and i've not bathe. Plus, friends have been calling me up asking why aren't i still at Robot's house. Ok2, i go siap now. Eaaaauurrgghhh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33405619-116082471599999278?l=stiletto-style.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stiletto-style.blogspot.com/feeds/116082471599999278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33405619&amp;postID=116082471599999278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33405619/posts/default/116082471599999278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33405619/posts/default/116082471599999278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stiletto-style.blogspot.com/2006/10/eaaurgh.html' title=''/><author><name>tinkerbelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15364072643130557635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33405619.post-116068856603602613</id><published>2006-10-13T04:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T05:30:07.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="She in His" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5890/696/400/11-10-06_0705.jpg" border="2" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;'ve been pretty much shagged by this unpredictable life of mine. I don't know about others but i'm still in the mood for Ramadhan. Am not even that much estatic that Syawal is nearing. Well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Fact #01&lt;/span&gt;: Paid Geylang a tour of the bazaar &lt;strong&gt;only&lt;/strong&gt; yesterday. The &lt;strong&gt;first&lt;/strong&gt; visit during this year's Ramadhan. Toured &lt;strong&gt;half&lt;/strong&gt; of the bazaar. Stayed for about &lt;strong&gt;90 mins&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Fact #02&lt;/span&gt;: Have &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; bought any baju raya. &lt;strong&gt;No&lt;/strong&gt; new heels. &lt;strong&gt;No&lt;/strong&gt; new handbag.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Fact #03&lt;/span&gt;: The &lt;strong&gt;only&lt;/strong&gt; thing i &lt;strong&gt;did&lt;/strong&gt; in advance this year is, spring cleaned the home sweet home.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;And that's when the lil skirmish started, at home. A bit too lengthy to storytell. However, i was hot under the collar. Since, injected myself with a a strong drug to blow the steam off. Eurgh. I'm now as good as being senseless. At the end of the day, the house is very steriled. May i say it's dirtless, distinct and etched. Heh. Effort paid off satisfyingly. But on the other hand i've over-worked myself that i ended up being all burnt out, drained, feeble, infected, etc. Don't even think of asking why? how? or whatever. Just glad that it ended off with a balance feud.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tears flowed in dispair the other day. Mind was from all over to a definite blank. With mix feelings of worry, confuse and paranoid. It's the case with the boyfriend. Sad to see, he teared in disappointment too. Sigh.. How do i explain thoroughly of my feels and thoughts? As certain as i am, i felt that this time round, it's worth the paranoia. I used not to doubt a single percent of his love that he showered me. Still, the consistent bicker and bumps. But i soo do-not-understand the situation now. His behaviour changed, to a more sensible and loving. It's a good thing, that i know. He's more understanding and sensitive towards me. All eared and geared whenever i'm in need of my other half. Definitely more &lt;em&gt;manja&lt;/em&gt;. Yes. All i ever want from my boyfriend. It's like a dream came true. So, why now then i feel the sudden doubts in his love? Ah. Love is forever intricate. Still, i love the way we are now. He'll get what he wants and so do i. Hopefully a 'happily ever after' fairytale..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm excited for the cash that will flow into my can-spend-all-i-want pocket. Hmm.. More like spending them on paying for my still due bill and whatever own necessities. Well, sure to put aside some dough for a lil getaway with the only boyfriend. A reward after all the roughs we've been through. Just a lil prezzie from me. Rather, to prove my sincerities. He whom my heart beats for and treasure tonnes. Deep true feels here.. So something to really look forward to. :))&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Insya'allah.. God's will.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33405619-116068856603602613?l=stiletto-style.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stiletto-style.blogspot.com/feeds/116068856603602613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33405619&amp;postID=116068856603602613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33405619/posts/default/116068856603602613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33405619/posts/default/116068856603602613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stiletto-style.blogspot.com/2006/10/ive-been-pretty-much-shagged-by-this.html' title=''/><author><name>tinkerbelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15364072643130557635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33405619.post-116052040446249727</id><published>2006-10-11T06:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T06:46:44.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In a lil bit more than two weeks later, it'll be the month of Scorpio. In other words, my birthday's coooo-minnng. Ngehehee. Well, Eid Mubarak is still the first thing i'll be looking forward to. But i think the second best thing is also important. You know.. Plan B. Nyeahaha. Ok, i ain't sure why but i'm definitely rubbing it deeper in my face. Knowingly that i'm not getting any younger each year.. Dumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, have i mentioned, that i'm proud being a Scorpio? I'm dumb at horoscope though. I just love the fact that scorpions are the symbolic mascot for Scorpios. Hehehee. At least it ain't any weird creatures nor anything like that. You know.. Unicorns and what not. (ermm, do these creatures even exist in the horoscope thingy?!) Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm selfish, all right. I only get to know facts (or is it myth) about Scorpio. So here are MY trait. Things that describes ME best.. Being a Scorpio is sooo alluring. Hurhur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Scorpio is intense, strong-willed, passionate and filled with desire. They are deep, penetrating, complex, mysterious, secretive and like "still waters run deep". Scorpios love to probe beneath the surface and uncover what is hidden. They are clever, perceptive and almost psychic in their intuitiveness. They are just as emotional as the other signs, but their emotions are more repressed - kept under cover, hidden. Consistent with their energy, Scorpios are stubborn and determined. They can be ruthless if hurt and don't easily forgive.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you are. A Scorpio for you. &lt;em&gt;Raaawwrr!&lt;/em&gt; Oops! &lt;strong&gt;*sting*sting*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha. Lame entry. I know.  =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33405619-116052040446249727?l=stiletto-style.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stiletto-style.blogspot.com/feeds/116052040446249727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33405619&amp;postID=116052040446249727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33405619/posts/default/116052040446249727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33405619/posts/default/116052040446249727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stiletto-style.blogspot.com/2006/10/in-lil-bit-more-than-two-weeks-later.html' title=''/><author><name>tinkerbelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15364072643130557635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33405619.post-116047507763880185</id><published>2006-10-10T17:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T18:11:17.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="iHEARTthem**" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5890/696/320/qsw01.0.jpg" border="2" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5890/696/1600/qsw01.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; couldn't believe my eyes and ears. There's actually more controversy than i expected between the ladies in the group. I was all eared. Listened to the whole of their conversation. One with her strong-minded opinions.. And the other, defending her own thoughts. It was an interesting debate. And the topic was a mixed one, the BUnit guys, girls and simply the past, present and the future. It all ocurred over root beer float and shishaa. Geez..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Ladies Day Out was literally exciting. Bought some stuff and all.. Well, the usual ladies thingy. We cab-ride from home(Qish and myself) to town. Met Wawa at DFS. Breaking fast was fun. No vacant tables at all makan place. So we ended up breaking fast abut 45mins later. But it was cool.. The food was yummay! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lil walk down the street in town, after which we cab-ride again to Arab St's Kaki Lima. Then we talk, share, bitch and everything else.. All in one. Cab-ride back home again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, the day was a brief one. But it's simply an eye-opening. Nevertheless, i would love to have more of such get-together in future. Interesting..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5890/696/1600/qsw01.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33405619-116047507763880185?l=stiletto-style.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stiletto-style.blogspot.com/feeds/116047507763880185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33405619&amp;postID=116047507763880185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33405619/posts/default/116047507763880185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33405619/posts/default/116047507763880185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stiletto-style.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-couldnt-believe-my-eyes-and-ears.html' title=''/><author><name>tinkerbelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15364072643130557635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33405619.post-116047606141620884</id><published>2006-10-09T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T18:28:22.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;The Shalyn Verion.341 Toons Galore&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="alan-toon**" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v611/shaleny/Black%20Unit/alan-toon01.jpg" border="2" /&gt; &lt;img alt="alyn-toon**" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v611/shaleny/Black%20Unit/shalyn-toon04.jpg" border="2" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;alan-toon **&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;shalyn-toon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="qisha-toon**" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v611/shaleny/Black%20Unit/qisha-toon02.jpg" border="2" /&gt; &lt;img alt="sham-toon**" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v611/shaleny/Black%20Unit/sham-toon01.jpg" border="2" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;qisha-toon&lt;/span&gt;* *sham-toon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="wawa-toon**" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v611/shaleny/Black%20Unit/wawa-toon02.jpg" border="2" /&gt; &lt;img alt="mac-toon**" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v611/shaleny/Black%20Unit/mc-toon01.jpg" border="2" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;wawa-toon&lt;/span&gt;**mac-toon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="didi-toon**" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v611/shaleny/Black%20Unit/didi-toon02.jpg" border="2" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And this makcik is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;didi-toon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Ngehehehehee.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;There'll be more to come.. Insya'allah. When i'm bored and tired with Illustration, i'll switch to mini-tuns to top myself up with some lil savour. Hmm.. Who's the next mini-toon victim..?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33405619-116047606141620884?l=stiletto-style.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stiletto-style.blogspot.com/feeds/116047606141620884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33405619&amp;postID=116047606141620884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33405619/posts/default/116047606141620884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33405619/posts/default/116047606141620884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stiletto-style.blogspot.com/2006/10/shalyn-verion.html' title=''/><author><name>tinkerbelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15364072643130557635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33405619.post-116029722777760516</id><published>2006-10-08T15:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T16:47:07.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="LOVE is him*" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5890/696/400/07-10-06_2251.jpg" border="2" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5890/696/1600/07-10-06_2251.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;etting to know something i should have not know, as a result, it hurt me bad. In that split second, i'll rage with anger and jealousy. For which later, i felt i was dumb enough to actualy take the extra mile to find out something that doesn't concerns me now, later or simply at all. Well, like they say.. Curiosity kills the cat. Things that happened in the past are history. Why can't i just leave them alone? Sigh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I felt poorer when it comes to affection. Seems like all i able to persue are plain revenge and angst. I just want all my answers to the millions of questions that i propose. I'm asking for an absolute assurance. Is it something tidious and complex to ask for? But truth be told, i am what i am. And i won't say it out loud of what i feel or think. Yes, i am perplex.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i had a good timeout with my loved one mainly. After being discharged, all i was looking for was a company. Terribly in need of someone to help me divert the thought of my becoming-serious illness. Family are out of the question. I know they themselves are terribly disappointed and worried. And so, my besties were there for me. Had a lil night out of fun.. And most importantly, laughter. Since that day onwards, everything seems to fall into place. I prayed for an easier life. The one that i can glide through all negativities. And Alhamdulilah.. Some way and somewhat, i felt the good difference. Well, maybe this is what they call perseverence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Side effects of the meds are taking in. It's taking control my emotions and feelings. Bad bad bad.. But all i can try to do is to fight fight fight. Yeahh. Sigh.. What am i becoming into..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unconditional shower of love and care from the boyfriend helps me to heal, though at a slow rate. I feel bettet if not, super great, whenever he &lt;em&gt;manja &lt;/em&gt;me. Hehee. Oh well, it feels super great to feel the love from the other half isn't it. Especially when he's there to cuddle you and surrounds you with his warmth and affection. Simply alluring..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ultimately, i snipped my hair bloody short. To the extend that friends started to call me &lt;em&gt;bawang. Bawang kechik&lt;/em&gt; lahh.. &lt;em&gt;Bawang merah&lt;/em&gt; lahh. All due to the boyfriend. But nevermind. I'm just glad that i chopped it off. Just wanna breath in new things.. If you get what i mean. Heee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll post few pix that i took while visiting Sham Robato the other day. He's getting along ok. Just a long road to total recovery. But other than that, he's fine. getting used to the metal plates on his broken thigh. Hehehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i hope to get to snapp al lil bit more pics of me and the boyfriend. It's been awhile since we took a pic of us together. I simply wanna do that soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for now, i'm to get ready! Qishy will be waiting for me at the NEL station. i don't wanna be late yaw.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33405619-116029722777760516?l=stiletto-style.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stiletto-style.blogspot.com/feeds/116029722777760516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33405619&amp;postID=116029722777760516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33405619/posts/default/116029722777760516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33405619/posts/default/116029722777760516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stiletto-style.blogspot.com/2006/10/getting-to-know-something-i-should.html' title=''/><author><name>tinkerbelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15364072643130557635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33405619.post-116022070678979037</id><published>2006-10-07T18:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T15:42:10.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lightamillioncandles.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="light a candle today.." src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5890/696/400/candlesedited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lightamillioncandles.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://lightamillioncandles.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is child sex abuse?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;A child sex abuser (commonly referred to as a paedophile) is someone who is sexually attracted to a child or children and acts upon those desires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why do Child sex abusers like to use the internet to contact children?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Child sex abusers find the internet an easier place to participate in a range of child sexual abuse activity including contact with children due to the anonymity of the medium. They will often lie and pretend to be younger than they are or people other than themselves, and find a sense of security by operating from the safety of their own homes. They have been known to set up bogus email accounts and chat personas to mask their identity online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What are children at risk of, from child sex abusers, online?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a number of actions which these adults will engage in online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;These include:&lt;br /&gt;-Swapping child abuse images in chat areas or through instant messenger with other adults or young people and forming networks with other child abusers to share tips on how to groom more effectively and how to avoid being caught.&lt;br /&gt;-Swapping personal information of children that they have collected with other abusers.&lt;br /&gt;-Participating in online communities such as blogs, forums and chat rooms with the intention to groom children, collect sexually explicit images and meet them to have sex.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;To support an organization to prevent online child abuse, click on the picture above. It'll navigate you to the website. Or alternatively, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lightamillioncandles.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;www.lightamillioncandles.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Just a quick update on what's been happening...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- More than 400,000 candles have been lit at &lt;a href="http://www.lightamillioncandles.com/" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.lightamillioncandles.com/&lt;/a&gt;. Many thanks to you who have participated and spread the word... But we still need more help! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- On 19 Sep, two key members of the International Center for Missing &amp; Exploited Children (ICMEC) testified before the US Senate on the work of the Financial Coalition Against Child Pornography, and what we're combating commercial child pornography. (The &lt;em&gt;LIGHT A MILLION CANDLES&lt;/em&gt; campaign is part of the Financial Coalition's gameplan to raise awareness on the horrendous issue of child porn and to choke the commercial viability of these websites so that the abuse of the children will stop.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Check out the following link if you wish for more details.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.icmec.org/missingkids/se..._X1&amp;amp;PageId=2788" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.icmec.org/missingkids/se..._X1&amp;amp;PageId=2788&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here in Singapore: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- If you'd been involved at the recent IMF, you'd have seen the &lt;em&gt;LIGHT A MILLION CANDLES&lt;/em&gt; tv ad on the tv screens in the main convention areas and elevators. If you haven't, check out &lt;a href="http://www.lightamillioncandles.com/" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.lightamillioncandles.com/&lt;/a&gt; or keep your eyes peeled for print ads and/or tv spots on CNN, MTV, the BBC, Discovery Channel, Time Magazine and Readers' Digest. These channels have kindly donated us media space for this cause and we hope to get more media coverage in the near future. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- In coming weeks: Hopefully, we'd hit the tipping point so that the Singapore financial coalition against child porn will be formally formed and announced! Keeping our fingers x-ed! The fact is that child pornography is a topic nobody likes to discuss. Who wants to think about people peddling images of toddlers/infants under age 3 in child porn sites? But our silence is what feeds the pornographers' need for secrecy. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We should start thinking about how our children are being abused, violated, and betrayed. Think of your children, your nephews, nieces, the kid-next-door, your colleague's precocious 2-year-old... This is definitely an issue that concerns all of us. Thanks for reading this. Cheers!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;The world is a dangerous place to live, not because of the people who are evil, but because of the people who don't do anything about &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;it.&lt;/span&gt;"- Albert Einstein&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33405619-116022070678979037?l=stiletto-style.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stiletto-style.blogspot.com/feeds/116022070678979037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33405619&amp;postID=116022070678979037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33405619/posts/default/116022070678979037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33405619/posts/default/116022070678979037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stiletto-style.blogspot.com/2006/10/what-is-child-sex-abuse-child-sex.html' title=''/><author><name>tinkerbelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15364072643130557635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33405619.post-115982466707342446</id><published>2006-10-03T03:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T19:43:28.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="the search is over*" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5890/696/320/queen_of_hearts.jpg" border="2" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In any case, i will forever love and cherish my dear love. To let go, i will not. To forget, i will never. I'm yours and will always be.. The feeling is so true. And im happy while i'm with you. Truthfully, you're the best thing that had happened to me this year. It was a fruitful journey.. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;"Seek first to understand, then to be understood." -Source Unknown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7 Ways To Fight Fair&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;b id="tcolor05"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#2f8da5;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#2f8da5;"&gt;Don't hold back communication.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You should always feel free to express an upset or talk about something you feel is wrong. Remember, it isn't WHAT you say.. it's HOW you say it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;b id="tcolor05"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#2f8da5;"&gt;Make sure you have enough time to actually hash out your differences.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;If you try to stop your partner on his way to work, or you call her on your lunch break, chances are you're going to be left feeling dissatisfied and unacknowledged due to a lack of time. If necessary, agree upon a future time to discuss the matter at hand. Being considerate of your partner's time contributes to the amount of courtesy your partner will show when faced with your discussion.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;b id="tcolor05"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#2f8da5;"&gt;Don't assume anything!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;It is not possible to know exactly what is going on, unless you actually hear it from your partner's perspective. Don't try to figure out what they're thinking, just ask. It can save you a lot of grief and avoid HUGE misconceptions by taking the time to just talk it over.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;b id="tcolor05"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#2f8da5;"&gt;Don't bring the past into a current discussion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;If you actually want a problem resolved you have to make your partner feel like they can actually resolve it. When you bring up the past you are communicating to them, that no matter what changes or efforts they given to improve the condition, you will still hold them accountable for past actions. Where's the motivation for improvement there?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;b id="tcolor05"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#2f8da5;"&gt;If something is your fault, say you're sorry!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Don't hold out and try to redirect the blame to something or someone else. If you broke a promise, said something you wished you didn't or did something you'd rather not confess to, it's up to you to make amends. Not only will YOU feel better about your ability to come clean, but your partner will learn to trust you more knowing you're willing to accept responsibility.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;b id="tcolor05"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#2f8da5;"&gt;Take a timeout before things get too heated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;If you feel your anger level rising, take a 15 minute timeout to gain a new perspective. Take a walk, listen to some music or do some housecleaning to help dissipate your ire.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;b id="tcolor05"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#2f8da5;"&gt;Don't fight in front of friends or family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;You automatically put the other person on guard when you enter into a major disagreement in front of others. In addition, instead of the disagreement staying a personal matter, which it should be, it now becomes open to other input. Trust me; you do not want anyone else adding in their two cents, even if it's in support of your feelings. Think about it from your partner's shoes. Would you actually give an open and honest discussion if you felt you were up against an army? Agree that you will both talk about what happened away from prying eyes and ears.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="small-text" align="left"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;"The next time you want to see eye to eye, try using your ears." -Source Unknown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33405619-115982466707342446?l=stiletto-style.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stiletto-style.blogspot.com/feeds/115982466707342446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33405619&amp;postID=115982466707342446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33405619/posts/default/115982466707342446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33405619/posts/default/115982466707342446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stiletto-style.blogspot.com/2006/10/in-any-case-i-will-forever-love-and.html' title=''/><author><name>tinkerbelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15364072643130557635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33405619.post-115982362640918813</id><published>2006-10-02T00:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T05:15:39.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Black Unit News Highlight&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;n the faithful 1st October, around 5+ pm, Sham Robato fell from his bike while freestyling at the Compound. Thus, he broke his leg. Ouuuch!! He was sent to CGH.. by us. Hehehee. Ok, it's not funny. So anyway, here are some pics. Poor him.. May he have a speedy recovery yaw!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="sham robot**" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5890/696/200/BUCMP%20005.jpg" border="2" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*during the endo shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="the aftermath of the fall" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5890/696/200/BUCMP%20007.jpg" border="2" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*right after the fall. he juz can't move.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="ooouch**" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5890/696/200/BUCMP%20018.jpg" border="2" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*broken thigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="helping hands" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5890/696/200/BUCMP%20011.jpg" border="2" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Black Unit&lt;/span&gt; to the rescuee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="getting ready*" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5890/696/200/BUCMP%20028.jpg" border="2" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*getting him ready to load into the back of the lorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now. Won't upload more on the fall. It's just too gory for me. Eurrgh. So till next time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;The Black Unit Crew quotes:&lt;em&gt; "..da cakap dah. Kalau tak puasa tu JANGAN main motor!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33405619-115982362640918813?l=stiletto-style.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stiletto-style.blogspot.com/feeds/115982362640918813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33405619&amp;postID=115982362640918813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33405619/posts/default/115982362640918813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33405619/posts/default/115982362640918813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stiletto-style.blogspot.com/2006/10/black-unit-news-highlight-on-faithful.html' title=''/><author><name>tinkerbelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15364072643130557635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33405619.post-115945128143966476</id><published>2006-09-28T21:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T21:48:01.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="kesabaran." src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5890/696/400/GADUHRAMADAN.0.jpg" border="3" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Rasulullah SAW mengajar kita bahawa pada bulan Ramadhan, jika seseorang menyakitkan hati atau mencela kita maka katakanlah: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"sesungguhnya aku sedang berpuasa.. sesungguhnya aku sedang berpuasa."&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/33405619-115945128143966476?l=stiletto-style.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stiletto-style.blogspot.com/feeds/115945128143966476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33405619&amp;postID=115945128143966476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33405619/posts/default/115945128143966476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33405619/posts/default/115945128143966476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stiletto-style.blogspot.com/2006/09/rasulullah-saw-mengajar-kita-bahawa.html' title=''/><author><name>tinkerbelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15364072643130557635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33405619.post-115944838617202094</id><published>2006-09-26T18:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T05:45:28.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="ramadhan comic**" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5890/696/400/ramadhanstrip.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt; short and simple write for today yahh. Too many errands that needed my attention. Haha. Ok here goes. On the faithful 1st day of Ramadhan, it was a big day too for the Black Unit. It maybe another Sunday ride.. Buuut, this time, in conjunction with the welcoming of Ramadhan. The ride up to the BUnit compound was simply exciting. Saw lotsa actions by our very own Black Unit crew. And yeahh, lotsa controversy too. Haaaiz.. Anyway, we managed to snapp tonnes of pictures. The crew had superlicious time of fun. I bet everyone did. Hehee. I know i did had fun, had my ride around the large acre of trails. Powerrrr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The break fast was a smooth one too. We ate together like a big familia. All was simply wonderful. Chilled out together.. And the guys did a mrepek but funnehh vid of i-don't-know-what. Haha. Everyone played a role and damn it was hilarious. Soo spontan. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, pictures will not be up that soon. I'm taking my very own sweeet time to do so. Hey, futhermore i yet to receive them from Qish and Xiaman. Hahahahaa. By the way, we took it not for your viewing pleasure.. But for us, the CREW. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See yall! Selamat berbuka yahh..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33405619-115944838617202094?l=stiletto-style.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stiletto-style.blogspot.com/feeds/115944838617202094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33405619&amp;postID=115944838617202094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33405619/posts/default/115944838617202094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33405619/posts/default/115944838617202094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stiletto-style.blogspot.com/2006/09/short-and-simple-write-for-today-yahh.html' title=''/><author><name>tinkerbelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15364072643130557635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33405619.post-115929434929328672</id><published>2006-09-25T02:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T20:20:57.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="ramadhan mubarak*" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5890/696/320/ramadhaniscoming25kl.jpg" border="3" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Explaining Ramadhan&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Ramadhan is the ninth month of the Islamic Lunar calendar and the holiest of the four holy months. It begins with the sighting of the new moon after which all physically mature and healthy Muslims are obliged to abstain from all food, drink, gum chewing, any kind of tobacco use, and any kind of sexual contact between dawn and sunset. However, that is merely the physical component of the fast; the spiritual aspects of the fast include refraining from gossiping, lying, slandering and all traits of bad character. All obscene and irreligious sights and sounds are to be avoided. Purity of thought and action is paramount. Ordained in the Quran, the fast is an exacting act of deeply personal worship in which Muslims seek a raised level of God-consciousness. The act of fasting redirects the hearts away from worldly activities, towards The Divine. &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The month of Ramadan is a time for spiritual reflection, prayer, doing good deeds and spending time with family and friends. The fasting is intended to help teach Muslims self-discipline, self-restraint and generosity. It also reminds them of the suffering of the poor, who may rarely get to eat well. It is common to have one meal (known as the Sahur), just before sunrise and another (known as the Iftar), directly after sunset. This meal will commonly consist of dates, following the example of the Prophet Muhammad, peace be upon Him. Because Ramadhan is a time to spend with friends and family, the fast will often be broken by different Muslim families coming together to share in an evening meal. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;SELAMAT MENYAMBUT BULAN RAMADHAN AL-MUBARAK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;..salam alaik&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;font face="times new roman"&gt;&amp;hearts;&lt;/font&gt; shalyn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;.."when the month of Ramadhan starts, the gates of the Heaven are opened and the gates of Hell are closed and the devils are chained."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;.."in every day and every night, during the month of Ramadhan, there are people to whom Allah SWT grants freedom from the Fire, and there is for every Muslim a supplication which he can make and it will be granted".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33405619-115929434929328672?l=stiletto-style.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stiletto-style.blogspot.com/feeds/115929434929328672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33405619&amp;postID=115929434929328672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33405619/posts/default/115929434929328672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33405619/posts/default/115929434929328672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stiletto-style.blogspot.com/2006/09/explaining-ramadhan-ramadhan-is-ninth.html' title=''/><author><name>tinkerbelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15364072643130557635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33405619.post-115944686806380556</id><published>2006-09-24T04:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T05:39:33.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="salam ramadhan**" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5890/696/320/suke_salam.jpg" border="3" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; never feel more excited than having to fast on this special month of Ramadhan. It's 4.03am now and i'm about to have my Sahur. Syukran ya Allah, i'm able to fast. My period ended just in time. This heart is full of hope, based on truthful promises and glad tidings given by You and Your Messenger, of great bounties and endless bliss. Alhamdulilah. Hehehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;By this, i hope:&lt;br /&gt;-to be from among those who will offer the fast in the correct way, in order to reap its glorious fruits.&lt;br /&gt;-to be granted forgiveness for our previous sins, to be able to do much more good and to overcome all our weaknesses.&lt;br /&gt;-to be among those who receive the gifts from the Jannah, whose gates are opened.&lt;br /&gt;-to humiliate our enemy (Satan), who is chained down, by rejecting any of his deceitful suggestions.&lt;br /&gt;-to be from among those who will receive full atonement for their sins by the end of Ramadaan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-to be among those who will be most happy with their fasts when they meet their Lord (SWT).&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I further hope that all of us (Muslims) will be pleasing to Allah (SWT) in order to deserve His mercy and victory. We ask Allah (SWT) to make the fasting easy upon us, to help us to perform it in the perfect way that pleases Him, to reward us with all the bounties that He promised to the fasting people, to grant victory and supremacy to the Islamic Ummah (nation), and to make our most pleasant and happy day the Day we shall meet with Him. Ameen.. Selamat menjalani ibadah puasa to all Muslims. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33405619-115944686806380556?l=stiletto-style.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stiletto-style.blogspot.com/feeds/115944686806380556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33405619&amp;postID=115944686806380556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33405619/posts/default/115944686806380556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33405619/posts/default/115944686806380556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stiletto-style.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-never-feel-more-excited-than-having.html' title=''/><author><name>tinkerbelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15364072643130557635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33405619.post-115840647230602044</id><published>2006-09-16T18:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T20:19:08.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;y greedy eyes are desiring the not-so-new Nokia N72. Not that i'm in need of a new celly, i'm just a normal but plain greedy woman of the century. Hohoho. Also not the reason being my current gadget, Motorola Peenk V3, is a very popular gadget among other women here in Singapore too. It's everywhereee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nokia N72's got the looks and got the brains to match. It features a stylish design with distinctive back cover graphics. This device boasts the advanced multimedia features you've come to expect from Nokia Nseries. Chill to your favorite tunes with the integrated music player. Or, "slide and shoot" to capture your moments in 2 megapixel quality. Meet the Nokia N72. Ehem ehem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/x_8AcEeOszE" width="405" height="330" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okayy. The video show nuts about N72 itself. It's a commercial for the whole lot of the N-Series. You can only get a glipse or two of N72. But it gives away ideas on what the features are for that celly. Well, almost the same as N70 but not as great as N73. Most importantly, not as expensive as N73. Nyeahaha. But infinite definite, more stylish than the rest of the N-Series. Hohoho. Style and substance. The best of both worlds. Rock on yaw! &lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="N72 by SHALYN**" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5890/696/200/03_n72_pink.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="pt II" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5890/696/200/04_n72_pink.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if you still haven't know, N72 comes in pink. Yeehaw. Haha. Not that i'm a fetish for pink stuffs okayy. And for a change, it's pastel pink or what they call, pearl pink. Aaaww. Suweeeet yaw. See my materialistic eyes are pawing on the pictures, starring, pouncing. Rawr~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="N72 galore!" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5890/696/200/01_n72_pink.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best of it all, the elegence of a design at the rear of the phone. Gives a touch of sweetness for the ladies. A lil oriental look for us Asians. I simply love that. Anyhow, this N72 has more features to it that i ain't gonna dive into. Take a break, have a read, visit &lt;a href="http://www.nokia.com/nseries/index.html?loc=inside,main_n72"&gt;NOKIA&lt;/a&gt; , if you want to know more about the phone uh. &lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="N72! N72! N72!" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5890/696/200/02_n72_pink.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, i yet to get a hold of the celly in any local mobile retailers. Wish to see the celly first hand, touch it, caress it, feel it, analyze it. Then will i decide whether to get.. Hohoho.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33405619-115840647230602044?l=stiletto-style.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stiletto-style.blogspot.com/feeds/115840647230602044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33405619&amp;postID=115840647230602044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33405619/posts/default/115840647230602044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33405619/posts/default/115840647230602044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stiletto-style.blogspot.com/2006/09/my-greedy-eyes-are-desiring-not-so-new.html' title=''/><author><name>tinkerbelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15364072643130557635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33405619.post-115832801619779358</id><published>2006-09-15T21:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T21:50:09.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v611/shaleny/Stiletto%20Style/25-08-06_0814.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v611/shaleny/Stiletto%20Style/25-08-06_0814.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;et's play pretend that i've been shot right through my heart. But since the bullet had missed my artery, i am but indeed a lifeless human alive. For the time being, i am a vegetable, still alive though relying so much on the machine to keep the heartbeat thumping. So just pray for me okayy. Be it for the worst or for the better, God forbids.. Ameen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Picture by: Her   Starring: Falala, Her Hammy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;**the hammy sleeps that way. don't worry, it aint dead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33405619-115832801619779358?l=stiletto-style.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stiletto-style.blogspot.com/feeds/115832801619779358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33405619&amp;postID=115832801619779358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33405619/posts/default/115832801619779358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33405619/posts/default/115832801619779358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stiletto-style.blogspot.com/2006/09/lets-play-pretend-that-ive-been-shot.html' title=''/><author><name>tinkerbelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15364072643130557635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33405619.post-115805229698058366</id><published>2006-09-12T16:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T17:11:36.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both" align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;sick&lt;/span&gt; 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sick&lt;/span&gt; sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33405619-115805229698058366?l=stiletto-style.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stiletto-style.blogspot.com/feeds/115805229698058366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33405619&amp;postID=115805229698058366' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33405619/posts/default/115805229698058366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33405619/posts/default/115805229698058366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stiletto-style.blogspot.com/2006/09/sick-sick-sick-sick-sick-sick-sick.html' title=''/><author><name>tinkerbelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15364072643130557635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33405619.post-115792611600875682</id><published>2006-09-11T05:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T06:08:36.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Relationships are like glass. Sometimes it's better to leave them broken than try to hurt yourself putting it back together..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;However, if there's still rays of hope, keep on trying. Never to give up. Ride to the very end..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love &lt;em&gt;the boyfriend &lt;/em&gt;but never because of the things he do for me. Anyway he's nursing me back to health now. Oh well, i'm down with a bad sore throat and fever. Can't help but to feel soo lethargic. And puhleasee, no ginger. Not even if it's mixed with anything. I dread it so. Urrghh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33405619-115792611600875682?l=stiletto-style.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stiletto-style.blogspot.com/feeds/115792611600875682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33405619&amp;postID=115792611600875682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33405619/posts/default/115792611600875682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33405619/posts/default/115792611600875682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stiletto-style.blogspot.com/2006/09/relationships-are-like-glass.html' title=''/><author><name>tinkerbelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15364072643130557635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33405619.post-115787815581864172</id><published>2006-09-10T16:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T16:49:37.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="feel me baby. arouse me." src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v611/shaleny/Stiletto%20Style/08-09-06_0531.jpg" border="2" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having a blast lately? Uuuuh. I know i am, and i'm still enjoying it. A banging weekend yaw!  =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;An enthralling nite out with the besties, visited the Ministry of Sound.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Down to heart Friday nite party at the favourite spot, Zouk, with the joyous friends and loved one.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;A levish yet ol skool supper with lovelies cousins and a visit to the BUnit compound. Yeehaw! A chilling Saturday it is.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ride on at the BUnit compund. Another yeehaw! Sunday blast baby.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A rare weekend. Comes maybe once a month? Hmm.. But such weekend are worth to look forward to. The days of rainbows and bird flies.. Mmm. Anyway, have a super duper weekend yaw! *poof*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33405619-115787815581864172?l=stiletto-style.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stiletto-style.blogspot.com/feeds/115787815581864172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33405619&amp;postID=115787815581864172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33405619/posts/default/115787815581864172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33405619/posts/default/115787815581864172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stiletto-style.blogspot.com/2006/09/having-blast-lately-uuuuh.html' title=''/><author><name>tinkerbelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15364072643130557635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33405619.post-115757312598665547</id><published>2006-09-07T02:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T04:08:53.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="i pray to be his, forever**" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v611/shaleny/Stiletto%20Style/SB06079.jpg" border="2" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;he boyfriend&lt;/em&gt; called me at around noon to say his last goodbye before boarding the plane. And i couldn't stop crying like a lil baby ever since. Sigh.. I guess i'm just being spoilt. Spoilt by his love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to rest for a lil bit when i received a message from him saying that they had reached Vietnam safe and sound. Well, he said he'll try to call. Thus the anticipation. And sadly, my life drags on just like that till i-don't-know-when.. Nothing will pacify me except for a news from him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ain't exactly sure when &lt;em&gt;the boyfriend&lt;/em&gt; is scheduled to fly back home. So i guess from now till the day he touched-down here, i will be spending my days all alone, bored and broke! No boyfriend. No money. No talk. That's pretty much my life for the next few days or so. Unless there are afew good friends who don't mind the &lt;em&gt;belanjas&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope the days would pass by quickly. I want this weekend to come. I don't care about other days anymore. I don't care about the night-out to party also. All I really, really want is &lt;em&gt;the boyfriend&lt;/em&gt; back here with me. IWANT&lt;em&gt;THEBOYFRIEND&lt;/em&gt;BACK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No wait, there's one more thing that i want. I want to thank Rizmanic for the wonderful weekend at the Biennale. I was honoured to at least be the shadow to see the wonderful art displays and showcases. And not forgetting the hospitality at Siglap too. It's soo much appreciated. Plus, today, you made me feel better even though it was sucha brief chat. I'm all grateful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly today, i want to update myself with Siti Nurhaliza's wedding. I've not been able to read up nor got to know anything more since i learned about the official announcement of her wedding. But i do know that there're numerous number of her fans objecting and whatsoever. Objection overruled! Oh come on folks, stop being so riled with her and her much talked about wedding. Learn to let go. Learn to accept. She has many qualities in her that we obviously do not and will never possess no matter how hard we try. See, she is famous, we well.. We eat the Famous Amos cookies. That's the closest we can get to feeling famous, i suppose. And she has the money, we pretend to have the money. She does not swank, we do big time. Therefore, the existence of blogs. She sings like an angel, we croak like toads. She looks good after makeup. Some of us, well, we still look hopeless with makeup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the biggest difference between her and common us? She is what every &lt;b&gt;OLD&lt;/b&gt; man dreams of while we are what every &lt;b&gt;YOUNG&lt;/b&gt; man dreams of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We win hands down, lor. Thumbs up to commoners like us! ;))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why react too much? Give it a pass. Though i'll be spending some of my quality free time now updating myself with the wedding, that doesn't mean nothing. Heh. I'm just letting time pass. Quickly quickly quickly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh boyfriend, setengah mati awak buat saya kat sini. I guess i just have to remain compose or you won't like it either, right? Haiz.. Another facade.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33405619-115757312598665547?l=stiletto-style.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stiletto-style.blogspot.com/feeds/115757312598665547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33405619&amp;postID=115757312598665547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33405619/posts/default/115757312598665547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33405619/posts/default/115757312598665547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stiletto-style.blogspot.com/2006/09/boyfriend-called-me-at-around-noon-to.html' title=''/><author><name>tinkerbelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15364072643130557635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33405619.post-115749862850223552</id><published>2006-09-06T07:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T07:23:48.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Dated today, &lt;strong&gt;06th September 2006; 0656hrs&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The boyfriend&lt;/em&gt;'s flying off to Vietnam with Moods. Their flight's scheduled at around noon and they are expected to be at the airport by 9am, that is, 2 hours from now. Too many negative happenings are befalling on him currently. Poor darling.. But he's doing his last minute packing now. And damn, i'm gonna miss this Sunkist of mine soo effing much. I'm beginning to feel the dejection and gloominess already. But then again, he's not even out from his home towards the airport yet. Damn. What ever gonna happen to me for the next few days and nights.. Well, stay tune.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll be missing you for the whole world now, boyfriend.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33405619-115749862850223552?l=stiletto-style.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stiletto-style.blogspot.com/feeds/115749862850223552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33405619&amp;postID=115749862850223552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33405619/posts/default/115749862850223552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33405619/posts/default/115749862850223552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stiletto-style.blogspot.com/2006/09/dated-today-06th-september-2006.html' title=''/><author><name>tinkerbelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15364072643130557635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33405619.post-115744681964298598</id><published>2006-09-03T16:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T17:00:19.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v611/shaleny/Stiletto%20Style/23-08-06_0656.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v611/shaleny/Stiletto%20Style/23-08-06_0656.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A short hibernation is on for her. She'll be back in no time. Oooh yess. Take care yall.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The picture starring: &lt;em&gt;Her hammy, Mango&lt;/em&gt;.     Edited by: &lt;em&gt;Her.&lt;/em&gt;     Snapped by: &lt;em&gt;Her&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33405619-115744681964298598?l=stiletto-style.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stiletto-style.blogspot.com/feeds/115744681964298598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33405619&amp;postID=115744681964298598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33405619/posts/default/115744681964298598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33405619/posts/default/115744681964298598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stiletto-style.blogspot.com/2006/09/short-hibernation-is-on-for-her.html' title=''/><author><name>tinkerbelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15364072643130557635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33405619.post-115706711726437268</id><published>2006-09-01T07:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T07:37:55.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 280px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v611/shaleny/Stiletto%20Style/iHEART79.jpg" border="2" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;enuinely, &lt;em&gt;the boyfriend&lt;/em&gt; loves me for who i am. He loves me so effing much. His feelings are oh so true. He's very sincere and conscientious towards me. And i don't care if you readers starts to puke or get tingles on your body now. I do mean so much to him. And aidingly, i love him deeply too. Soo much yaww. I adore this boyfriend of mine to bits. He too means to world to me. He will always be my only Prince Sunkist. My blurr tikus and my greeny jumpy turtle. And i will always be his bigeyed Princessa. Mrs Alan Sunkist and his cutey deary. It maybe yucky and whatnot to ya'll. But these are the little things of life that we appreciate from us both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as you can see, the love is always strong between us. But what slackens and failing the relationship is the communication. We totally suck at it. I don't understand why. This problem between us is so formidable that it really affects the relationship so bad. What more can i say. It's not that we've never tried. But maybe, we should try harder and to never gives up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, not to worry. I'll never give the boyfriend up that easily. And yes, we're still holding on, still attached. Maybe next time, you can try the &lt;em&gt;comment link&lt;strong&gt;,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; (&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt; lovers&lt;/span&gt;) found at the end of every post, rather than emailing me. Just click on it and it'll direct you to the comment page. Don't get my mailbox full like the other time yahh. I'll explain more on the exact complex controversy that we're having soon, though not letting all the fishes out the net. Thanx and till next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33405619-115706711726437268?l=stiletto-style.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stiletto-style.blogspot.com/feeds/115706711726437268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33405619&amp;postID=115706711726437268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33405619/posts/default/115706711726437268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33405619/posts/default/115706711726437268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stiletto-style.blogspot.com/2006/09/genuinely-boyfriend-loves-me-for-who-i.html' title=''/><author><name>tinkerbelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15364072643130557635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33405619.post-115703880672419663</id><published>2006-08-31T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T23:40:07.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="ignorance is bliss?" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v611/shaleny/Stiletto%20Style/30800940631287l.jpg" border="2" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; dislike each and every one of you who tries to take the boyfriend away from me. Why? You are deliberately taking him away with you to drift us apart. Why must i be put to such a test? Ya'll premeditatively step on my head after i shower all with lots of friendly trust. I hate this so effing much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the same goes to the boyfriend. Can't you feel the clench between us both? I'm so hung up. You make it sound and look very easy and nothing. Ya lahh. You got to have the most fun and freedom while at it. So selfish of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that he's really going this coming week, i don't even get to have my time with him. Not even a day or lesser. This whole fucking week, no slots for me! Damn ya'll. Intentionally or not, ya'll are simply heartless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just yesterday, he was out with the friends. And today, to Siglap. Maybe staying overnight there. Then tomorrow and saturday, with Rizman. Sunday and Monday, God knows what other shoots he's having. Following that, his trip to Vietnam till the weekend. Tell me lahh, how enduring is that. But no matter what, i've to remain compose and not to aggravate at all. I don't wish to put the boyfriend in a difficult situation. Sheesh. &lt;em&gt;Astarg'firullah&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does it seems that the boyfriend is not even sensitive towards my issues at all. Whatever i feel seems to be insignificance to him. He don't even remember a promise he made to me. All he cares about is &lt;em&gt;the others&lt;/em&gt; around him. It's always hard for him to turn &lt;em&gt;them&lt;/em&gt; down a favour but simply facile to me. Hey, i'm a no pushover. I don't wish to be a burden to him thus i wouldn't make him do laborious things for me. But all i want is just a sense of sensitivity and a lil understanding and support from him. Now is that so demanding of me? I'll get it if i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Certainly, i don't want him to sacrifice his sleep or whatever necessary routine of life that he needs, just for me. Example like rushing over in the wee morning just to squeeze in a minute for me. I don't want all that. No point. You'll later end up accusing me of robbing those resting time of yours. And i absolutely don't need you to sacrifice work and important tasks in life for me neither. All i want is for you to balance out your time between me and &lt;em&gt;the others&lt;/em&gt;. Think about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are really losing it. To me, it's all a drama facade when it comes with others appearence. Everything seems soo honest and nothing's amiss. Haiz. What an ulterior pretense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Artlessly, i simply don't know how else to help us. Authentically, it's enough for me. But time and time again, you give me endless high hopes. Guilelessly, i believed you once agian. Sigh..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33405619-115703880672419663?l=stiletto-style.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stiletto-style.blogspot.com/feeds/115703880672419663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33405619&amp;postID=115703880672419663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33405619/posts/default/115703880672419663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33405619/posts/default/115703880672419663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stiletto-style.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-dislike-each-and-every-one-of-you.html' title=''/><author><name>tinkerbelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15364072643130557635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33405619.post-115697419112919294</id><published>2006-08-30T20:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T06:09:08.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Picture edited by: &lt;em&gt;The boyfriend&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand" alt="in LOVING memory.." src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v611/shaleny/Stiletto%20Style/menshalyn01.jpg" border="2" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;ah. Finally, had a good 8-hrs of sleep. Woke up not to a bright sunny morning but to a loud thunder that comes with the very heavy rain and lightning instead. What a chilly day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The family came home later than usual today. Must have been caught up with the downpour. It was a super heavy rain, mind you. The skies were not only dark but reddish. Even i can't look out of the window, the lightning seems to flash almost every half a second. The motorbikes parking lot was also flooded. At that point of time, i was only thinking of the nearing end of the world. &lt;em&gt;Subhana'llah&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently taking over one of the many projects from the boyfriend. So doing and learning something new has always been favourable to me, especially when it comes to the media works. I'm keen of such. No matter how irksome or immense the work is, i'll do it! Heh. How desirous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was satisfactory. Had a long day at the boyfriend's. He did his thingy with the bass while i'm with the editing. So i heard. He told me of the week to Vietnam. To help the Moods out by covering in for Wan on the bass. I was crushed. Though i gave him calm and confident words of support and encouragement, my heart was actualy screaming not to let him go. I was very apprehensive. I fear and worry for the boyfriend. Moreover, never have he left me all alone. I was really taken aback.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What other choice do i have, but to willingly let him fly there with them. All i can do, is to pray for the best yet for him. May he have a smooth journey there and later, comes home safely. But as for now, i would like to keep him close to me. Appreciate his presence and if possible, spend more time with him. I just want to satisfy my assuarance, thus letting him have a good time. Ok, enough of that for now. I'm confident, i'll be typing in full entries of him on the week that he's away. You'll get boredom as a result. Can't help it lahh babe.. Haiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend is Sis Dhiah's wedding. Gosh. That is so impromptu. Nevertheless, the elder brother reminded me to be at the wedding. I simply miss the Safari Family. I remembered how close we used to be, the family and i. Those were the days.. So initialy i was hoping the boyfriend would accompany me on that day. Told him before hand but sadly, he have to turn me down.. I couldn't say more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much things had happenend the past week. I almost do things so as to resign myself from life. I just wasn't thinking straight nor being strong at all. How depress can i get. I humiliated my own life. Tsk. Just shake your head everybody. I'm such a shame to my self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a long chat with the boyfriend. We trade deep opinions and feels. It has been an upmost honest spill out. Pure and innocence. The tears fell endlessly troughout. And 20 mins after the conversation, the boyfriend rushed over to console me. I realised he's sweet and all and i'm very much gratified. Had a good warm hug from him and that's all that matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on, i hope this is a start of a change. I hope life will alter itself to the better. And i hope the boyfriend too will start to pay more attention to me and please me more. As that has been constantly descending of late.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33405619-115697419112919294?l=stiletto-style.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stiletto-style.blogspot.com/feeds/115697419112919294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33405619&amp;postID=115697419112919294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33405619/posts/default/115697419112919294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33405619/posts/default/115697419112919294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stiletto-style.blogspot.com/2006/08/picture-edited-by-boyfriend-aah.html' title=''/><author><name>tinkerbelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15364072643130557635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33405619.post-115694258484821991</id><published>2006-08-29T07:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T20:56:24.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v611/shaleny/Stiletto%20Style/31499528720077l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v611/shaleny/Stiletto%20Style/31499528720077l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;an my life get more tribulated than this? Haiz. It just never get better, does it? These past few days was very emo-challenging. Getting through and getting over is very effortful. But i ain't know why, i wasn't even confident of my first step to it. I stood trembling all the while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see, i've been keeping myself busy with i-don't-know-what-crapps. Keeps meeting my besties for a lil getaway through comfort and consoles from them. Teh-O at the coffeeshop has been my cup of tea currently. Smoking is my favourite past time. All this are all done in the midst of the dark night when the road ain't busy and the human traffic is countable. I got to unwind the best at this kind of time, anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't get to sleep a wink since the seperation. And currently, i came home to see to my unfinished business and i was quite dazzled to see &lt;em&gt;the boyfriend&lt;/em&gt; still online on the messenger. I ain't know what was on his mind nor what has he been doing, but he passed me an edited picture by him of us both. 'Still In Loving Memory Lane'..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough said. The picture is very meaningful. The chat was brief. I'm deemed for a hard life. And i hope you'll stay here to see me go..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33405619-115694258484821991?l=stiletto-style.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stiletto-style.blogspot.com/feeds/115694258484821991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33405619&amp;postID=115694258484821991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33405619/posts/default/115694258484821991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33405619/posts/default/115694258484821991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stiletto-style.blogspot.com/2006/08/can-my-life-get-more-tribulated-than.html' title=''/><author><name>tinkerbelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15364072643130557635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33405619.post-115672893058164525</id><published>2006-08-28T20:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T00:25:07.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="bestest memories." src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v611/shaleny/Stiletto%20Style/29382498511098l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; teared in despair silently the whole time. The desolation i felt was torturous. The tears kept falling till the sun had risen and the day had breaks. And indistinctly, i cried myself to sleep. A few hours passed so slowly that i even felt the rotation of the earth. I woke up with a burning temperature on my body. Though weak and liveless, i put on a strong will and shamble my way to the interview at Bugis. I don't even know why the hell i persisted myself whereas i know i was very much incapable of doing so. Maybe i remembered the promise i made to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The interview was precise. I didn't explain much about my designs. Too lethargic to do so. I presumed that it wasn't all worthwhile. Thus i won't anticipate for a reply. After which, i went to ECP. Just to have a sit by the beach and to feel the serenity of the surrounding. I've always love to unwind myself by submitting to the waves and the atmosphere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then burnt lil memories of the boyfriend, simply to let him go, willingly. I wasn't hurt or anything negotary. I was just remorseful. I miss him so much that it hurts me more than a shot of bullet in my stomach. I then sighed my way back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The temperature of my body was either rising or falling so fast, the whole time. I was weaken by the fact that it robbed me off my energy. I dragged myself home with that big portfolio file of mine. It's a swell not being tall now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, the whole day was a shag. My mind keeps swaying off and my eyes keep staring onto nowhere. I refuse myself from doing anything. I'd rather be like a vegetable on coma. But the only thing i allow myself to do, is to let the tears fall whenever it feels like it. Well, enough said now. I need to reserve myself till the next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I miss you boyfriend.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33405619-115672893058164525?l=stiletto-style.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stiletto-style.blogspot.com/feeds/115672893058164525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33405619&amp;postID=115672893058164525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33405619/posts/default/115672893058164525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33405619/posts/default/115672893058164525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stiletto-style.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-teared-in-despair-silently-whole.html' title=''/><author><name>tinkerbelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15364072643130557635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33405619.post-115672788984908235</id><published>2006-08-27T14:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T09:36:23.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 220px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="close to death*" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v611/shaleny/Stiletto%20Style/dead.jpg" border="2" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;feel so bleak and depressed right now. I can't describe the animosity that i feel right now. I almost feel my blood vessels bursting. But i'll definitely wait for a response from him. Please, don't be too late till i conciliate on my final straw. Till then, there'll be no turning back. I hope you're safe and sound for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33405619-115672788984908235?l=stiletto-style.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stiletto-style.blogspot.com/feeds/115672788984908235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33405619&amp;postID=115672788984908235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33405619/posts/default/115672788984908235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33405619/posts/default/115672788984908235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stiletto-style.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-feel-so-bleak-and-depressed-right.html' title=''/><author><name>tinkerbelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15364072643130557635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33405619.post-115672727729867306</id><published>2006-08-26T17:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T09:07:57.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="ilovehimlikeohsomuch*" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v611/shaleny/Stiletto%20Style/18-03-06_2106.jpg" border="2" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; get more and more inane when comes to voicing out my feels. I feel so senseless. What am i, dumb? Maybe. The ignorance are moulding nicely on my self. Gosh. Tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had another date with the boyfriend. The one on the day before was too brief though we had a terrific time watching movies on my lappy. So initially we had a rough start. But all's well at the end of the day. I never fail to crumble to bits at the way you elevate me. My heart swells with love whenever you assuage me. Only you have the power to do that lahh. Hehehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the boyfriend and i visited Zouk again after like weeks of missing it. I missed the Zouk. It's still my favourite party spot. So we met up with Rida, Rudi and Mariam at Phuture itself. Little did i expect, Mac, Ajit, Acit and Faizal to be there as well. Hmm. Whatever lahh. I miss Friday Night party at Phuture. I can never forget the day the boyfriend and i went to Phuture as well as Zouk itself, to party. It was just the twoo of us and we had a very enjoying yet memorable night. It was fantabulous baby. It's a night to remember..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, the boyfriend was soo not in the mood this time round. He kinda pulled a long and sulky face the whole time we're there. Though he didn't really express sincerely to me, i sense his negativity. Hmm. If only i could buy him a Sunkist. Hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss his touch now. I longed for a 'baby teddy' hug from him. It never felt more perfect than being in his arms. Love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33405619-115672727729867306?l=stiletto-style.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stiletto-style.blogspot.com/feeds/115672727729867306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33405619&amp;postID=115672727729867306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33405619/posts/default/115672727729867306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33405619/posts/default/115672727729867306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stiletto-style.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-get-more-and-more-inane-when-comes.html' title=''/><author><name>tinkerbelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15364072643130557635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33405619.post-115672531579826037</id><published>2006-08-23T02:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T08:35:46.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 280px; CURSOR: hand" alt="i wanna be yours, forever." src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v611/shaleny/Stiletto%20Style/03-05-06_2301.jpg" border="2" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;othing is more antagonizing than nothingness. Oh hell yeahh. I feel that we're drifting away, boyfriend. Communication wise, we're slowly losing it. Don't you realize it? I'm incompetence of expressing as a whole how i feel and think deep in. I don't know why. I assumed it's due to the endeavor of avoiding frequent quarrels and bickers, i got inferior with you. You geddit? Tsk. It's just soo farking intricate to explain. God, i need some enlightenment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How much more should i explain. You keep on judging me aimlessly. It's very afflictive on what i feel. I feel not more than effortless, trying to understand you. On the other hand, all i need for from you is just a listening ear. A pat of console on my shoulder will be a bonus. There's a no need for you to transform emotionally. I may blurt out what you called crapp mostly, but you know how lamenting it is when you turn your back upon me. Nevertheless, i know that that's you. I won't give up. Maybe not yet, for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So a time-off with our own friends are very comforting. I had a pleasing time with my besties. Though Cal is going through so much in life, she never fails to assure me with comfort. I hope you had a fruitful time with yours too dear. Do take note that i missed you effing much and i yearn for a get-together soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33405619-115672531579826037?l=stiletto-style.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stiletto-style.blogspot.com/feeds/115672531579826037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33405619&amp;postID=115672531579826037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33405619/posts/default/115672531579826037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33405619/posts/default/115672531579826037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stiletto-style.blogspot.com/2006/08/nothing-is-more-antagonizing-than.html' title=''/><author><name>tinkerbelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15364072643130557635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33405619.post-115672346340423478</id><published>2006-08-20T03:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T08:04:45.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 280px; CURSOR: hand" alt="i wanna be your roxsta princess baby*" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v611/shaleny/Stiletto%20Style/29412807523080l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;oyfriend, i miss the 19th uh. Somehow got used to the date. Ermm. How about having twoo commemorated days for us? Hehehee. It'll be fun won't it. 14th and 19th. The only weirdo couple to have two anniversary dates. Anyway, the night was entrancingly spent. Once again, thankyouu soo much dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home Club was ubberly grrr-eat. Witnessed the live performance of Moods for the very first time, for me that is. Sab's voice was very uplifting. I was sucked into the jazzy sound during their performance. Never felt better. Oooh yeahh. The Pinholes was funnehh. Hehehee. Nevertheless, great performance from them. They were soo into Tiramisu's showmanship during performance that they actualy adopted their style. Aha. Such an influeance yaw. Haha. But they were great as well. With their own touch of originality. Anyways, i looove my new pick from the roxstar. woohooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. Thanx dear for the help. The boyfriend carried my Notebook Expansion Base the whole day. Sorry for the hassle yahh. Hee. Love. And thankyouu, Mariam, Rudi, Rida and Akira for the great night. Not forgetting the roxsta chic, Sab. Ridzman and my lovable teddy, Hafiz as well. Nyeahahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33405619-115672346340423478?l=stiletto-style.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stiletto-style.blogspot.com/feeds/115672346340423478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33405619&amp;postID=115672346340423478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33405619/posts/default/115672346340423478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33405619/posts/default/115672346340423478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stiletto-style.blogspot.com/2006/08/boyfriend-i-miss-19th-uh.html' title=''/><author><name>tinkerbelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15364072643130557635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33405619.post-115672140077358752</id><published>2006-08-18T04:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T08:08:32.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 280px; CURSOR: hand" alt="the fun is OOZING in yaw**" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v611/shaleny/Stiletto%20Style/31987420853466l.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;esterday's apalogue was rare. But it was merry. I put on my not-the-best outfit and dolled myself up for a party. It's been ages since the last i went out clubbing with my best cliques. It was supposedly a girls' day out thingy with my bestest Calista, Samantha and Ling Yi. Met Derrick and he ultimately made me drool. Oh yeahh. Super hot dude and i couldn't hold my flirts. Hehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, ended up at DblO was Cal, Ling Yi and myself. So Derrick was being sweet and all, walked us girls to the party spot. I had the best time strolling the street with him. Heh. Yeahh right. But he left us shortly after we reached. Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So DblO was kinda ok lahh. Bloody packed with ang-mos and mo-fo's. I don't get the similarity there. But i had fun. Plain innocent fun with my girls. I was being such a goody. Really. Boyfriend, trust me. Heee. The night ended, with Ling Yi being super drunk and we ferried ourself home instead of the MOS. Damn. Well, ladies, next time, don't get drunk again hokkay. It's no fun lahh. But it was a pleasure taking care of my sweet friend. I love my girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calista and i went for supper that night at our usual. As we did, the effects of the alcohol started to control our body and mind. We hastily left for our respective home without even finishing our supper. Weird sehh. Hmm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33405619-115672140077358752?l=stiletto-style.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stiletto-style.blogspot.com/feeds/115672140077358752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33405619&amp;postID=115672140077358752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33405619/posts/default/115672140077358752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33405619/posts/default/115672140077358752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stiletto-style.blogspot.com/2006/08/yesterdays-apalogue-was-rare.html' title=''/><author><name>tinkerbelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15364072643130557635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33405619.post-115671924946575791</id><published>2006-08-16T07:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T18:28:37.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; slept well. Alhamdulilah. Today's entry is purely on "&lt;em&gt;My Favourite New Gadget&lt;/em&gt;". Ngehehehee. Introducing the new HP Pavillion Entertainment Notebook. Wooohoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week, after the KL trip with the Tiramisu, Daddy brought me to Sim Lim to get my new lappy. As all knew, my previous Asus, sleek and elegent lappy, was sold weeks before the trip. Sadly, the lappy crashed. Nyeahaha. All thanx to me lor. Anyway, i missed the white Asus lappy of mine. Haaiz. My very first lappy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, the boyfriend and i chanced upon this new HP notebook while surveying. We wanted to find the best yet of a reasonable price of lappy to support my media works. But after so much consideration, i was determined and absolute with the choice i've made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With widescreen, altec lansing built-in speakers, intergreted bluetooth and 1.3mp webcam, it has a very appealing and admirable body cover. Most importantly, it's a duo core processor with 1gb ram and 128mb nvidia graphics. It's soo alluring as a whole and i can't help it but to love it. And, i got it. Heh. I got it together with the Expansion Base. This one is super cool. Super useful too. Hehehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If yall are still wondering, which model exactly, watch this advert. Nyeahahaha. Specially starring &lt;strong&gt;Pharrell Williams&lt;/strong&gt;, just for me yaw!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Lc5tOZ2U7Yo" width="375" height="300" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about it now. I'm soo in love with my new gadget. And i love my tikus too. Muax muax.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33405619-115671924946575791?l=stiletto-style.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stiletto-style.blogspot.com/feeds/115671924946575791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33405619&amp;postID=115671924946575791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33405619/posts/default/115671924946575791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33405619/posts/default/115671924946575791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stiletto-style.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-slept-well_16.html' title=''/><author><name>tinkerbelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15364072643130557635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33405619.post-115665849410778917</id><published>2006-08-15T18:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T06:34:15.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand" alt="shall we dance?" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v611/shaleny/Fairy%20Exclusive/Fairy%20Exclusive%201/13-03-06_1904.jpg" border="2" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;hings got better but i'm all rumpled. The boyfriend is responsible for all that. How can one change the date of any commemorated day? So yeahh, covertly, we both did it. Haha. He brought me out for a lil get-together to celebrate it. Wanted to feast upon my favourite hor fun at kembangan but we're a second too late. Instead we ended up at our fav local hangout, simpz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The usual culprits were around. Such annoyance. Well, i had a great time though obstaining Hawa's Kuay Teow and sniggling at the weirdos. Heh. I despise those males who over shows their grasping desire over females. Gosh. Memalukan. What more, when those particular males acts like one super hot-bigtime jackass. Eurgh. Geli.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okehh, all in all, i came home grinning from ear to ear. Kinda happy, i can say. Then i did the ususals, went online and carry out my normal routine with the lappy. Oooh yes, did i mention? Daddy bought me a HP Pavillion Entertainment Notebook. Yummay~..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33405619-115665849410778917?l=stiletto-style.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stiletto-style.blogspot.com/feeds/115665849410778917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33405619&amp;postID=115665849410778917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33405619/posts/default/115665849410778917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33405619/posts/default/115665849410778917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stiletto-style.blogspot.com/2006/08/things-got-better-but-im-all-rumpled.html' title=''/><author><name>tinkerbelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15364072643130557635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33405619.post-115665789534952410</id><published>2006-08-14T02:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T06:33:34.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="you&amp;i." src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v611/shaleny/Stiletto%20Style/iHEART104.jpg" border="2" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;  can never escape from the agonizing pain of life. If it's about him, he left me inconspicuous. I shall not be too elaborate on that matter. It's just too tormenting. Futhermore, i'm all vexed out with the feuds happening around me, be it home or elsewhere. I need a break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, i missed the NLB booksale last week. It happens only yearly. I anticipated too much this time that i fell hard on myself. Initially, that boyfriend of mine was supposed to spend some concise time with me. But i was taken aback at the definite decision that he made on that day; to spend quality time with his honeybunch of friends at the compound. He made it so worth-while for them. He sacrificed. What a bunch of sleazy slimebucket. With such ignominious behaviour from some of them, it's worthy to abject. Look, i may show so much hatred here but in reality, i stand down humbly and shut my lips. Yeahh.. I'm such a ya-ya woman. Yada yada yada~..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, im burned out from all the tears and hurts. I shall lay myself to rest now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33405619-115665789534952410?l=stiletto-style.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stiletto-style.blogspot.com/feeds/115665789534952410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33405619&amp;postID=115665789534952410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33405619/posts/default/115665789534952410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33405619/posts/default/115665789534952410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stiletto-style.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-can-never-escape-from-agonizing-pain.html' title=''/><author><name>tinkerbelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15364072643130557635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33405619.post-115665568277263341</id><published>2006-08-13T04:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T06:31:33.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand" alt="stiletto-style. horray!" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v611/shaleny/Miscellaneous/conv01.jpg" border="2" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;he babe celebrates the re-opening of her online stories-of-life. Geez. Yet another compilation of her soo indiscreet, unmodest, incircumspect and unwise self-restraint of her speech and behaviour.&lt;br /&gt;Witness the reconstruction of her absolute mind and pretentious life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh, please keep your ingenious piece of mind to yourself unless otherwise stated.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehehee. Party! Party! 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