tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54390802012-01-23T07:12:15.773+08:00UNDER CONSTRUCTION UNTIL 10 AMHazehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12312254510591641310noreply@blogger.comBlogger7001100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5439080.post-9922255607553901062010-03-24T03:21:00.002+08:002010-03-24T03:57:14.238+08:00Right now I am semi-awakened albeit a half-boiled egg. <div>It's ridiculous and mystifying how someone can forgive another for a cruel mistake, still love that person but hate at the same time and somehow want to do her after. </div><div>Yet, it is a jealous kind of love. a selfish kind of love. suffocating and drowning the other person. </div><div><br /></div><div>Isn't it dangerous to feel that deep without any barrier of defense for protection. </div><div>Isn't it only natural that I will protect this person. </div><div><br /></div><div>Then there is someone else who is utterly cold and devoid of compassion, driven by fear. Similar to a frightened puppy who barks and bites anyone who comes close. Thats the impression he creates, not the impression I judged. </div><div>Isn't it dangerous to be so detached from the world?</div><div>Isn't it only natural that I will want to show him the wonders.</div><div><br /></div><div>I admit I have a dangerous craving for a challenge, the more difficult the better. Makes me a magnet to trouble and chaos. What is it that I cannot fix anyway.. pftt.</div><div><br /></div><div>Turns out that playing god (accidentally this time) took a turn for the worst. </div><div>By protecting, I am oversheltering and like a weak pet, how can it survive when the master is gone?</div><div>In the end, everytime I leave, he is depressed. when I show a miligram of kindness, he takes it as a proposal for happily ever after. And due to overprotection, the threshold of pain he can take goes down. </div><div><br /></div><div>By sharing wonders, I am enticing myself to the wonders and I got caught up in something that got threaded from the illusions. </div><div>In the end, temporary attraction occurs and the difference between reality and dreams become a thin red line of pain. I now realized why I could never hate anyone, hate comes from pain. When pain is inflicted on me, I just give up entirely and move on cold and blind. Bye, that's it. </div><div><br /></div><div>It's a wonder how I screwed up so much over the course of 24 years. </div><div>How I have hurt others and hurt myself in the end. To define myself as bad would be an understatement if I attempt to define. Cruel and apocalyptic would be more appropriate. </div><div>Of course, one would not learn if one did not fall. I felt like this time, I have completed my final lesson and degree. </div><div>.. Just that I felt that I got cheated out of more money than what I could afford in the first place, so to speak.</div><div><br /></div><div>I used to be naive and ask alot, expect stars and galaxy, hurt when I lose. </div><div><br /></div><div>I guess it's time for the real thing. I am ready to say no until the mysterious person appears.</div><div>I been stupid. Its just a transaction. People ask can u love me just like how they ask can I buy eggs from you?</div><div>If I can't, just say no. There's no eggs, say no.</div><div>but then again what happens if u try to give eggs when u dun have any? after 5 tries, it gets difficult to no isn't it?</div><div><br /></div><div>It's kinda quiet and lonely at night isn't it?</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5439080-992225560755390106?l=stainedwithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Haze Longhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12479533425361488063noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5439080.post-591793683909958572010-03-23T03:20:00.002+08:002010-03-23T03:22:56.309+08:00i been drunk almost everynight now. <div>i am stopping.</div><div>waking up.</div><div>i talked alot with people involved. </div><div>guess april's fool came early.</div><div><br /></div><div>tomorrow. one last thing to do. before i wake up. </div><div>when i wake up i will know what i want.</div><div>will it be a good ending or a bad one this time?</div><div><br /></div><div>let's find out. </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5439080-59179368390995857?l=stainedwithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Haze Longhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12479533425361488063noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5439080.post-15834040886088687562010-03-17T20:48:00.002+08:002010-03-17T21:12:10.245+08:00Look who's back. <div>the bipolar and the upset one. </div><div><br /></div><div>i m hurting in my heart. n hurting down there. i hurt someone dear to me.</div><div>now that's alot of hurt</div><div><br /></div><div>lets start from the beginning. </div><div>i fell out of love. then fell in love.</div><div>i was strong. kind. gentle. compassionate. with empathy yet detached.</div><div>someone took it for granted. n trampled on it. </div><div>i wrecked everything in my life that is dear to me. </div><div>it was obviously, my stupidity.</div><div><br /></div><div>i painted a future that was too good to be true. of freedom and happiness. </div><div>i took kindness for granted and trampled on someone's heart over n over again. </div><div><br /></div><div>my dad doesnt have long left</div><div>n i lost everything in 1 week.</div><div><br /></div><div>i have nothing else to lose.</div><div><br /></div><div>somehow. someone played the role of both the devil and the angel. both saved and destroyed me. should I be thankful? I do not know.</div><div><br /></div><div>I have always done things with a reward at the end of the journey. right now there is none. </div><div>am I angry? no.</div><div>am I in pain ? yes.</div><div>I m feeling every shade of destroyed when people who are involved dun give 3 fucks bout me.</div><div>how pathetic is that.</div><div><br /></div><div>now i m truly. broken. </div><div>soon to be orphan too.</div><div><br /></div><div>now that's a freedom people dun get often.</div><div>will i be able to heal? of course. cuz i m not some chapalang street girl.</div><div>i m haze long for christ sake. but sadly, i let people treat me like a chapalang lala chick.</div><div><br /></div><div>its a whole circle of pain for everyone involved. n i m not the victim. :)</div><div>but the assailant. again.</div><div><br /></div><div><object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cqxu2PMf3-I&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cqxu2PMf3-I&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>i m truly grateful to my friends. i know no one will read this unless they bothered. so i can just blast all my shit here. </div><div>thank you. celine. vinn. johnny. bryan. carrot. kevin. ciki. ky. gareth. kim. jaclyn.</div><div><br /></div><div>there is no way for me to express my excuses or reasons for being so selfish to one n yet so selfless to another. nor so cruel to one n yet so kind to the other. </div><div>in the end, i was betrayed by the weakness and fragility in others.</div><div>i was never the one who was confused. i had a clear crisp resolution of what i wanted.</div><div>yet everyone around me seems to be in a fog.</div><div>n obviously i m in denial. i too was in a fog. now the fog is cleared, the truth is out, the worst is over.</div><div>here comes happiness for all of us.</div><div><br /></div><div>i pity those who are involved that doesn't have friends to support them. i guess i have it easier for this part of the incident. </div><div><br /></div><div>but i learnt. to never ever ruin. never. ruin. my life. ever again. by being caught up in the moment n blinded by my own delusions. </div><div><br /></div><div>i guess the feeling that i can accurately pinpoint is hellbreak. </div><div>maybe that will come true. if it does, happiness is still in store for at least some people. </div><div>if it doesn't. then fuck. my. life. </div><div><br /></div><div>at least. I am healing. from chaos, selfishness.</div><div>i no longer need to play the role of a bad girlfriend. of a bad friend. </div><div>i no longer need to keep secrets.</div><div>every damn thing is out in the open.</div><div><br /></div><div>n i know, i m becoming a better person. </div><div>here comes better life. </div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5439080-1583404088608868756?l=stainedwithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Haze Longhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12479533425361488063noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5439080.post-60136122304444018982009-11-28T07:37:00.002+08:002009-11-28T07:58:11.224+08:00Take my hand.. lead me through the fire.<div>You will be my long awaited answer to a long and painful fight.</div><div><br /></div><div>Truth be told I tried my best, but somewhere along the way I got caught up in all there was to offer and the cost was so much more than I could bear.</div><div><br /></div><div>We all begin with good intent when love was raw and young.</div><div>We believe that we can change ourselves, the past can be undone but we carry on our back our burden.</div><div>A burden time always reveals.</div><div><br /></div><div>In the lonely and quiet night and the wound that will never heal</div><div>Its the bitter taste of losing everything. everyone.</div><div>that i've held so dear.</div><div><br /></div><div>I have nowhere left to turn but you.</div><div>I'm lost to those I thought were friends to everyone I knew.</div><div>They turn their heads away, pretend they don't see me.</div><div>It's one missed step one slip before I know it and there doesn't seem a way to be redeemed.</div><div><br /></div><div>Though I tried to be strong I've fallen</div><div>I have sunk so low</div><div>I messed up </div><div>Tried to handle this the best I could to deter it from traumatizing me.</div><div>It's all I could do to not drown in their passing shadows.</div><div><br /></div><div>and when I found myself and you in some far off place.</div><div>It causes me to rethink some things, I start to sense that I have became someone else.</div><div><br /></div><div>Things that have been lost on me are now clear as a bell.</div><div>When I go thru life so sure of where I am heading and I wind up lost and its the worse thing that could have happened. </div><div><br /></div><div>The dreams I built for myself are not dreams I could achieve, I lost my way and I find myself weak and incapable of becoming perfect dreams.</div><div>The chilling night freeze my beating heart, enveloping it in despair and loneliness.</div><div><br /></div><div>I breathe in the beautiful world out my window.</div><div>When I reached happiness, a silent part inside me wants to burn the earth up in flames. </div><div>Its a bitter confidence of knowing a burn is not as painful as what you have caused me.</div><div><br /></div><div>Living is so hard to do when all I know is trapped inside your eyes but this aching heart ain't broken yet. </div><div>Maybe it's time for miracles. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5439080-6013612230444401898?l=stainedwithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Haze Longhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12479533425361488063noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5439080.post-68954113063421914382009-11-22T15:17:00.002+08:002009-11-22T15:20:17.311+08:00i hate this part right here. the only thing that comforts me is assurance.<div>the only thing chasing me away is uncertainties.</div><div>uncertainties makes me feel unsure, unwanted, and like i m being played a fool.</div><div>who am i.</div><div><br /></div><div>sigh...</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5439080-6895411306342191438?l=stainedwithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Haze Longhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12479533425361488063noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5439080.post-43662613481244296682009-11-20T21:19:00.002+08:002009-11-20T21:53:41.602+08:00its been a long journey since i started blushberry.<div>i found friends. lost friends. got hurt. hurt others.</div><div>i learnt the hard way.. things I couldnt handle.. people i tried to handle.</div><div>i have grown. </div><div>after one full circle, i met new friends again... broke up. reconcile with old friends. n recovered. </div><div><br /></div><div><i>(ok. in about 1 week's time. this blog is gonna be private as i will be putting up my version 2 .. n my personal blog will be there. this blog is a tad too personal to be public.)</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div>so either you get to read this or you don't.</div><div><br /></div><div>i m happy now. i have been compensating for another person's humor, life, happiness and temper.. if i slack for 2 out of 10 times.. i get berated by everyone around me, my family, friends his friends, him and myself as well. </div><div><i>"what about me. how come its always him that is being protected." </i></div><div><br /></div><div>i was a coward, not daring to move or leave the comfort zone. i left. m fucking scared but I am moving on. </div><div><br /></div><div>i am single but not looking. </div><div>the reason why I am not looking is just simple : i know exactly who i want.</div><div><br /></div><div>n the time and tide is not right. until it is... i'll be single. </div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; ">"thanks.. patience is virtue" </span></span></i></div><div><br /></div><div>yes i lost my mac book pro. my friends. my relationship. my life basically. but i have gained something invaluable in return..</div><div>fml i misspelled something as someone fml. -_-</div><div><br /></div><div>and i stopped smoking for 1 day already. clean. its amazing how much my skin cleared up. </div><div><br /></div><div>back to topic.. i have gained a full understanding of my potential and the realization of the life I want. </div><div>i want a room full of apple products. imac. mbp. iphone.</div><div>i want a car. </div><div>after that i wanna travel.</div><div>then i want a house. </div><div><br /></div><div>i realized my perk of getting up and driving late at night is not so weird...n the fact that i can just be silenced by the vastness of the sky and the beauty of the night is not that difficult to project to other people. just depending on who. maybe.</div><div><br /></div><div>if you see this. thanks for reading so far. its been 6 years since this blog has started. its time to move on. the next time you are here.. u will be redirected to another website. </div><div><br /></div><div>cheers</div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5439080-4366261348124429668?l=stainedwithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Haze Longhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12479533425361488063noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5439080.post-2650786043583585672009-10-13T20:37:00.002+08:002009-10-13T20:52:20.536+08:00now that i finally realized.<br />the person I really am..<br />i guess if I am written in fiction.. I would both hate and love my character.<br />perhaps that's the problem. the fact I could still love this kinda character.<br /><br />I am addicted to people. their faces.<br />their imperfections. yes this is my first point.<br />their perfections.<br />and loved them all.<br />hence i loved to talk about them.<br /><br />i do not have secrets. perhaps at young, my all was already bared. to everyone.<br />and my philosophy is :<br />'if i have a secret, then it means I am still in pain.'<br />'a secret is no longer a secret when you tell the first person.'<br /><br />and sometimes.. people wouldn't announce that something they said is a secret. they expected you to know.<br />and more than often enough, i do not know what is a secret and what is not.<br /><br />back to talking bout them. I blatantly and ruthlessly bare all.<br />the disrespectfulness of this i still couldn't comprehend.<br />cuz i thought u only reveal the secret hidings to people important to you.<br />perhaps I never thought that i was.<br />why. i supposed thats another issue.<br /><br />i could cry now knowing the pain i caused others.<br />but i guess i should keep it inside to remind me not to do it again.<br />whether how i view them... i do not know if i can change.<br />but i do know that this is the way to stop the damages i befall upon them.<br /><br />now i see the pointlessness of apologies.<br />but i guess punishments are in call.<br />just so i will never do it again<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5439080-265078604358358567?l=stainedwithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Haze Longhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12479533425361488063noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5439080.post-73837048827591753562009-10-03T03:49:00.001+08:002009-10-03T03:51:18.819+08:00Chasing temporary highs<br />of a perfect smile<br />and a perfect prince<br />extends a hand to me<br /><br />what do you mean i m shy.<br />I am just choosy.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5439080-7383704882759175356?l=stainedwithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Haze Longhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12479533425361488063noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5439080.post-53171238031798214892009-09-28T04:37:00.003+08:002009-09-28T05:33:01.518+08:00how are you doing..<br />are you ok..<br />are you fine..<br />are you happy.<br /><br />its painful. strickenly painful<br />to see the sand castle get swept away by the waves.<br />built it. repaired it. rebuilt. rebuilt.<br />in the end. it flowed away into the sea.<br />melting with other particles of life.<br />never to meet again.<br /><br />will i ever see the world as a free person<br />who don't belong to you.<br />i touch myself and can only feel imprints you made on me.<br />i see myself and can only see you beside me.<br />i look around me and can only see our memories everywhere.<br /><br />i feel like laughing hysterically.<br />i feel like crying til my heart runs out of air.<br />i feel like screaming hoping my screams will make everything better.<br /><br />i been numb. dumb.<br />i never knew Sundays are so empty. so quiet.<br /><br />love is like the wind.<br />you can't catch it. hold it. chain it.<br />but let it flow around you.. and feel the emotions go deep inside you<br />for that brief moment.<br />i wonder if it is only me.. who winds down the window and put my hand out while i drive.<br />to feel the wind.<br /><br />i wonder how many drivers out there today see the beautiful sky and the clouds.<br />and feel the wind.<br /><br />i m not free.<br />i m still bound by chains.<br />the name of my owner is still engraved on my dog tag round my neck.<br />wandering. lost.<br />looking for a key to unlock.<br /><br />i wondered if you have found your painkiller yet.<br />i wonder if you have made new memories with someone else.<br />i wonder if you knew. how hard i tried. how i did not even cry. i did not even talk.<br /><br />everyday..i see new faces.<br />i get excited.<br />the world is big.<br />it is all mine to take.<br />yet i couldn't take when i am in chains.<br /><br />i wonder if you recall this movie.<br />of this story of a group of people in a prison.<br />when one of them gets released, he couldn't fathom the freedom.<br />and he end up killing himself.<br />he was too used to the prison.<br /><br />i wonder if you knew that i was suffocating.<br />there are times when i waited for you. you never c0me.<br />there are times you waited for me. I was away. you send msgs.<br />to me. then to my friends.<br />before i could touch the keys.. the whole world is announcing and they are all worked up trying to tell me you are waiting.<br />and all you want to ask is what i did today. yesterday tomorrow. the day before.<br />i have to repeat whats in the diary. to you.<br />n all i really wanted to say was.. nothing happened everyday.<br />i do not care. i want to forget what happened everyday.<br /><br />there are days i wake up. and sleep.<br />where you did not appear in my mind. and at night i have to tell you i miss you. i love you.<br />there are days i remember.. of the love that we had.<br />there are nights i hope my fingers can trace your jawline. and your nose.<br />n those times i told you i miss you. i love you.<br /><br />i wonder if you could tell the difference.<br /><br />there are times i realized. i have not release my chain on you.<br />because you are mine and mine alone.<br />often i feel lost. with the freedom that i have.<br />these are the times i feel lost without all your rules and warnings.<br />those are the times i should have felt irritated. just like how i felt when you existed.<br /><br />somehow, the good memories have vanished.<br />but the bad ones are the ones I could not let go.<br />and they are the ones that drove me away from you.<br /><br />time will not change who we are.<br />it will only add more scars.<br />the next time we meet..will we recognize each other.<br />will the vacant space next to our shoulder be filled with another human.<br />do we need to laugh and smile at the pain of seeing each other in another person's possession.<br /><br />how many heartaches does it take.<br />to make this right.<br />how many beds do we need to sleep in.. to forget us.<br />how many more nights do i need to remove this black chain from my hand.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5439080-5317123803179821489?l=stainedwithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Haze Longhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12479533425361488063noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5439080.post-12809454736991715562009-07-31T18:40:00.002+08:002009-07-31T18:49:04.706+08:00its funny .... there was this knot inside.. it just released.. after we talked..<br />its funny.. there's this incredible pain whirling inside.. it just can't come out.<br />its stupid.. there are rubbish everywhere..<br />maybe you can't tear if you are bleeding internally.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5439080-1280945473699171556?l=stainedwithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Haze Longhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12479533425361488063noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5439080.post-64488741525408613422009-07-29T04:04:00.003+08:002009-07-29T04:47:58.677+08:00If I could make the skies blue for you.. I would.<br /><br />If I could go back to the days where we first met, I rather we not meet.<br />Given the chance, I rather we meet when time is on our side.<br /><br />If I could go back to the sweet days of romance, I rather it not end.<br />Given the chance, I rather we stay the same.. instead of becoming mao maos.<br /><br />If I could go back to uni days.. I rather it not end.<br />Given the chance, I rather us not meet each other's parents.<br />I rather us be in our little bubble of joy.<br /><br />Given the chance, I rather us argue everyday.<br />Then we wouldn't pretend to accept and agree.<br />Then every real argument won't start cuz one of us exploded and ends up in break up.<br /><br />Given the chance, I wouldn't change from the girl you once knew to the person I am.<br />and given the chance, I rather you not change from the guy you once was.<br /><br />If there is 7 days in a week, I rather spend only 2 days with you. instead of 7.<br />Then we wouldn't take each other for granted.<br /><br />If we knew what we did was so harmful, we wouldn't do it.<br />If we could just sleep and wake up to romantic days, that would be ideal.<br /><br />If you could accept me and my changes, you wouldn't need to compromise.<br />If I could just be honest with you, I wouldn't need to pretend. and you wouldn't need to pretend that you are less committed to prevent pain.<br /><br />If we are less frustrated with own selves, then we wouldn't take it out on each other.<br /><br />I guess we destroyed everything.<br />I guess its too late.<br /><br />and there is nothing to do but to cry.<br />for our lost love.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">"<span style="font-weight: bold;">Forgive me, I am this kinda girl:</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I never knew my role.. fearing that I would need to make sacrifices for someone again.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">To love, you need some kind of talent.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">that's why I finally learn that to love, you need to give space..</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I am not naive enough..</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I don't allow myself to wait like an idiot.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">but I am cruel to myself.. </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">no matter how cruel, I still know my limits.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I was too serious..that's why I believe in love forever.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">love makes us disappointed, thats why we pull each other down lower.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I was too responsible, I do not allow myself to have too many regrets..</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">but I am honest to myself, no matter how honest, I still know my limits.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I am an innocent kinda girl.. I do need some time to let out a long sigh..</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">those casual hugs, I keep them for people I hurt before.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">You know that there are some questions that have no answers.. you still have to ask.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">forgive me..cuz I am this kinda girl.."</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5439080-6448874152540861342?l=stainedwithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Haze Longhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12479533425361488063noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5439080.post-74701501953957365962009-07-28T03:05:00.000+08:002009-07-28T03:06:06.347+08:00I dunno where to start.. or how.. but I do know he does not follow this blog.. so this is the only place.<br /><br />Since young, I been trying.. trying to be good enough..<br />good enough so my mom have a reason to fight on.. to live.. at least for me.<br />apparently I am not good enough.<br /><br />I tried to study with all that I have.. so that my aunts would love me like how they love their wretched and hopeless kids. in the end, they din give shit bout me.<br />apparently I am still not good enough.<br /><br />I tried to study, I tried to work, I tried to entrepreneur, I tried to be creative.. so that my father would at least be proud of me.. i don't really need the pride from him.. but all i want is just a tiny little acknowledgement or encouragement.<br />even if that is not there, I just need him to stay in the family. or just to stop taking it out on me.<br />he wouldn't take the initiative to find out my performances, presentations, report book days, awards.. but do I really have to tell him everything so he would understand.<br />I am doing better ... compared to working 9-5 in some shit company, no matter what I would strive to never get employed. just to prove everyone I can do it.<br />he said he is worth 2k per hour. his dad said 500 per hour.<br />did they think when they are at MY age, what they were worth an hour. compared to the person I am now.<br />still. apparently I am not good enough. compared to China chicks or other kids. or other people he knew.<br /><br />I only have 24 hours a day..splitting between work, family, friends and boyfriend and his family. Do I even have time for myself. I don't.<br />Do I even have time or any energy to remember where I last put my handphone, contact lenses, mouse, specs.. I really don't. Every second in my life, all that was in my mind is the rotating priorities that I have to place above myself.<br />And it was all sliced to 1 am for the previous days. I am running so thin.<br />I guess its obvious I sometimes or most of the time don't have the energy to remember that I need to bath, or brush my teeth or sleep. I can't remember when I turned to this.<br /><br />It's the first time I felt suicidal last night. its the first time since a long time ago that I remember and I was possessed by the person that I was 10 years ago. Feeling so worthless and undeserving of everything around me, I just want everybody to disappear so I don't trouble them with my existence.<br />I thought of dying..and then I remember, I am in his house. The trouble I would cause them after that is astounding. and also to my dear 3 friends. and my dad would take it bad.<br />Then I thought, "Even in death, my existence seem to bring trouble to everyone around me".<br />Then I thought, "This must be how my mom felt."<br />Then I thought, "I must have this from her."<br />The window was so inviting, so is the wall. but I know, I know that this shit just means I am running away, but I am not. I just want to erase all the inches and pixels of the proof of my existence.<br /><br /><br />I have caused sufferings. If I didn't my mom wouldn't go. my dad married another for my sake. he is unhappy cuz I existed as his daughter. everyone around me have to bear and compromise all the shit I threw out again and again.<br /><br />I thought I was normal... but then again, I was just suppressing this person inside me. It came out finally. I had never became any better since last time.<br /><br />He said "If you go on like this, I am afraid there would be no one else left to love you anymore".<br />He said " I am frustrated and pressured to remind and scold u time and time again to close the toilet door, to remember where is your contact lenses, you even lost the handphone cover. the handphone I gave you. you fried your mac."<br />He said " How could you forget to close the gate. and spend the nights with friends than with me"<br />He said "I started playing football manager cuz u ceased to come home. and every night I am frustrated."<br />He said "If you could leave your house for 2 weeks cuz you are angry at your dad, next time you would do the same to me.. I am just not ready for that"<br /><br />my one and only question is... since he already played fm before I went out often, why play last night when I was there waiting.. and waiting..<br /><br />well.. cuz it was one click too long.<br /><br />I couldn't adapt. couldn't stay in any house.. my house.. his house. their house. any house.<br />if you are that irritated.. and that frustrated that all this is in your mind... and when tears are running.. you don't give a damn..<br />its not like you didn't go out. with your friends.<br /><br />Its because I was confined to your house rules, that I couldn't make it back. no. correction, I was not good enough cuz I couldn't wake up early and make it back in time. this is what you wanted to think.<br /><br />I am just tired of defending. I will never be good enough for you.<br /><br />I tried to love. but apparently not good enough.<br /><br />and suddenly I just have this urge to find all the things that I couldn't find. my specs. my mouse. my contact lens case, my swimming goggles, my eyelashes, my handphone cover.<br />and I just couldn't remember. where. I just couldn't. and I just broke and cry each time I couldn't remember. Its so intensely frustrating. I thought I went insane. I felt out of the world.<br /><br />you said... please sleep. i love you. come to bed.<br /><br />don't pacify me. it's too late.<br /><br />you said.. please stop this, tomorrow we will talk.<br /><br />don't fool me with the once-you-sleep-the-next-morning-everything-will-be-better talk.<br /><br />just stop talking. stop blaming. stop pushing all your frustration unto me. and just admit you don't love me.<br />cuz I think I was the only one with the intention to love yesterday night.<br /><br />I won't defend myself. even if I win... you would start all the i love you i accept you i need you i want you shit. and i don't want that now.<br /><br />just stop. everything. just stop.<br />it's just so fake. you may be the best boyfriend, sweets and charms and compromising.. but if you are feeling so irritated and frustrated inside, the sugar mask you put on will crack one day.<br />you may have rainbows and suns in front of me, but when I am away you bask in nothing but loneliness and frustration, not in our love. and true enough, it went on up to the point where I was around you, you are still drowning in loneliness and frustration.<br /><br />all i could do is just to blame myself for being not good enough.<br />and for finally loving you when you don't love me.<br /><br />the signs are all there, for the first time u went berserk trying to force me to talk.<br />for the first time i have nothing to say to you.<br />for the first time i m actually suicidal.<br />and for the first time you pushed me until I thought I was insane at one point.<br />and when i woke up, I had this sanguine feeling that I never felt before. a feeling like the day could not possibly get worse cuz its at its worst.<br /><br />well here is what I want to say :<br />you place me in second place, and you in first. (you sped to your comedy show, and crawl to the jammed areas for my photoshoot)<br />you lose your temper at the slightest thing, at games. at futsal. at your friends. at the whole world around you. and that is enough to make you moody and I have to pamper you.<br />you think ur better than me cuz you confine to your house rules, but everytime you use me as an excuse to break your house rules.<br />you don't mind tainting me just to make sure u stay on your parent's good side.<br />you don't mind lashing out on kim til she cries when she isn't at fault, just cuz u lost ur temper.<br /><br />don't show up in front of me anymore.<br />i cannot be with someone who is able to bring out the side of me yesterday.<br />even if you beg and promise 10 000 times you won't do it again, the answer's still the same.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5439080-7470150195395736596?l=stainedwithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Haze Longhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12479533425361488063noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5439080.post-58763694697557041932009-04-18T01:14:00.002+08:002009-04-18T01:28:14.347+08:00All children disappoint their parents.<br /><br />We often say "We do not get to choose who our parents are"<br />but in fact, they do not get to choose who their children will be.<br /><br />Some parents don't give a fuck.<br />Most parents just want the best for us.<br /><br />Some parents can't wait for us to leave the house<br />Most parents just want to cage us forever.<br /><br />We are never perfect and never will be.<br />So forget the Stepford family that you are trying to portray.<br />We all have skeletons in our closet.<br />and we just want you to love us, skeletons beers smokes and all.<br /><br />Sometimes we rebel.<br />Most of the times, we compromise and wait for the storm to be over.<br />Most of the times, we can't wait to get out of the house to be with our friends or girl friends or boy friends.<br />Most of us treat home like a hotel.<br /><br />but that doesn't mean we don't love our parents.<br />but sometimes, we do push their patience and test their unconditional love for us.<br /><br />that's what children do.<br /><br />there comes a breaking point where a child turns 18 or 21 and become mature.<br />but not all parents change the way they talk or treat their grown up child when that happens.<br />to them, we are still their baby in diapers.<br /><br />there comes another point where that child will force out of their cage.<br />some doesn't.<br /><br />I love my dad very much. sometimes i feel the urge to keep him at my side at all times.<br />i feel the urge to control him. and his life.<br />most of all, i feel the urge to sort his life in order and make him happy.<br />i even told people I want to marry him. what the fuck right.<br />but i don't.<br /><br />because I know that for the man that he is, he is capable of living his own life to his satisfaction.<br />I am grateful for he feels the same for me ( i think)<br /><br /><br />sometimes.. we just gotta have faith in our parents' or children's capability to go on without us.<br />it may even be unsettling to know that they probably get on happier without us.<br />but it is a price that only unconditional love can pay.<br /><br />if you have been caging someone for long, he will break out soon and never come back.<br />learn to let go.. and you'll find that he will come back to you.<br /><br />who am i to teach you... when i have no mother. and my father is all i have.<br />well, its heartwrenching to see lovey dovey families. i never had that.<br />its even more painful to see normal families arguing. i never had that.<br /><br />just don't want you to lose what you have. that's all there is.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5439080-5876369469755704193?l=stainedwithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Haze Longhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12479533425361488063noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5439080.post-27712317663931855802009-04-12T23:08:00.002+08:002009-04-12T23:46:07.637+08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">"When ur weary, feeling small,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">When tears are in your eyes, I will dry them all;</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I'm on your side. when times get rough</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">And friends just cant be found,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Like a bridge over troubled water</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I will lay me down.</span><span style="font-style: italic;"></span><span style="font-style: italic;">"</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">What is there to say when all that I am thinking<br />is gushing through the spaces between my cells like torrents of brown muddy water.<br />how do I filter and distill them into water in order to explain to you.<br /><br />I know you are hurting. so am I too.<br /><br /></div></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">"When ur down and out,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">When ur on the street,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">When evening falls so hard</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I will comfort you.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Ill take your part.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">When darkness comes</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">And pains is all around,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Like a bridge over troubled water</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I will lay me down.</span>"<br /></div><br />All that I can see when I look at you is the hurt I put upon you.<br />causing you to recoil in defense.<br />Am I that scary.<br /><br />The problem with us is that there is no problem at all.<br />but there is still something that can't be fixed.<br />what is it.<br /><br />i caused all the catastrophe, underestimating my own feelings for you.<br />and now all the collateral damage is on us.<br />We are still healing.<br />yet somehow I opened some new wounds again.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5439080-2771231766393185580?l=stainedwithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hazehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12312254510591641310noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5439080.post-2936480792751125172009-04-07T19:35:00.003+08:002009-04-07T19:50:15.279+08:00Drain. the veins from my head.<br />Clean out the reds in my eyes.<br />to get by this life.<br /><br />I complain, for the company that I keep.<br />but who's laughing now.<br />I'm back here again.<br /><br />if my life clears up. damn.<br />i'll walk through the maze with a little less stumble.<br /><br />Fool. the batteries that I keep.<br />Inject some calories into my skin.<br />to get some color back.<br /><br />I cry, for the lack of time that I have.<br />but who's consoling now.<br />I'm back here again.<br /><br />if my life clears up. damn.<br />i'll reach out to the dreams.<br /><br />Chill. the bacardi in the hourglass.<br />Lock the awards away in the X-ray machine.<br />to prepare for the postponed celebration.<br /><br />I screamed, at all the running success.<br />but who's understanding.<br />i'm back here again.<br /><br />if my life clears up. damn.<br />i'll make my efforts become the success that I want.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">" Haze Long is busy and cannot come to the counter at the moment, please leave a message"</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5439080-293648079275112517?l=stainedwithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hazehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12312254510591641310noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5439080.post-58412760530853217892009-04-05T21:32:00.002+08:002009-04-05T22:32:26.305+08:00if i could make you happy by saying yes.. i would<br />i did<br /><br />if i could make you happy by changing.. i would<br />i did<br /><br />if i could make you happy by sacrificing my time.. i would<br />i did<br /><br />if i could make you happy by sacrificing my family and friends.. i would<br />i did<br /><br />if i could make you happy by lying and pretending.. i would<br />i did<br /><br /><br />i have lived so long for your happiness banking that your given happiness would be sufficient to light my heart..<br />its just that the light has grown dim..<br /><br />if i could love you forever.. i would... i really would..<br />i still love you.. it pains me to see you hurt.. it pains me to my core..<br /><br />perhaps you felt the same way.. perhaps you 'if i could-i would-i did' on me too...<br /><br />you are everything I wanted and more.. why did the feeling fade.. but the pain strengthens..<br /><br />because i did 'if i could-i would-i did' and it shouldn't be like that.. it should be effortless deeds that pleases each other. living on accomodating is difficult.<br /><br />its eating me up.. its killing me. yet why can't i leave..<br /><br /><br />i m tired.. of lying.. accomodating.. of crying wolf of 'break up' when I couldn't let you go.<br />let you go to another one. knowing I lost you forever.<br /><br />you said that I would be in the special place in your heart forever.. but i just want to love you, instead god played a joke on me and took the love away, replaced it with pain.<br /><br />its really painful.. its hurting.. i was wrong to say I felt pain. this is like no other.<br /><br />yet I know.. that you will not change.. you are an open book that will remain the same.<br />it is me. that fooled you with a fake story, in the end I destroyed the only thing I ever wanted in my life. you.<br /><br />i destroyed it by pretending to be someone I am not. cuz I adapt too easily into another skin and mask just to please you. can you even tell that you really know me.<br /><br /><br />how could I have ever thought that giving you little moments of happiness would bring such distress and unsettledness in me.<br /><br />yes. we could be together. forever. mend each other hearts.<br />but there is too much old shit to change. n its not like new shit won't come.<br />will you be willing to work with me..<br /><br />or will this repeat.<br /><br />... we could go on separate ways.. into the uncertainty and into the big world outside our bubble.<br />i could find someone that I can effortlessly make him happy without accomodating..<br />you could find someone that love you as much as you love her.. now isn't that a beautiful thought.<br /><br />i could also fall into the same trap over n over again because I am me and I cannot change my eager to please ways..<br />you could also ... you see this is the problem.. i do not think you will have a problem at all.. cuz ur that wonderful.<br /><br />i still remember the man i fell in love with.. now he is gone, replaced by a babylike boy who is childlike and playful.<br />n u still remember the woman u fell in love with... now she is gone, replaced by a wild. overambitious insecure workaholic.<br /><br />hence we tried. tried to love who we have became.. most of all we accomodate to these changes..n it sucks.. cuz i m wondering where is my man and you are wondering where is the woman who caught your heart.<br /><br />sometimes its predictable. your actions and behaviour. like how you would turn up today unannounced, n how u are extra careful and sweet.. how u thank someone you hated before.. just to tag at another chance with me..<br />but when u score it, will u keep on with this behaviour... or will you just turn back to normal...cuz if u do.. we'll probably end up like this again.<br /><br />i was so influenced by my mom's diary... words of love and pride of her man before she died.. I wanted to experience it... but I couldn't with you.<br /><br /><br />of course I do not know what to do....<br />how can one be rational at love when it is the only thing that you can be irrational and lose your control completely. i love to drown in the emotions... without passing thru the customs of the rational airport.<br /><br />sure i know what I want.<br />if i leave.. i want to be happy. be free. find out who i am.. play.. work at my own pace.. grab career opportunities the minute they sparked up.<br /><br />and if i stay.. i know I want to be happy once more, to be in love again with the same person who stole my heart.. cuz if i have the ability to love.. i would love you again.. and no other.. cuz ur that fabulous to me.<br /><br />but i guess it was all lost one rainy day.... the day where I so cruelly tested u with my anger, not that I am that furious anyway. n since then.. everything went downhill.. we lost what was sweet and romance became routine. kisses became greetings. and the feeling of bliss just by touching ur finger became nothingness, just like touching ur own finger.<br /><br />since then, i have tried.. i pleaded.. for things to go back to where they were.. but u couldn't do it. didn't wanna do it. i dunno.<br />then things went on the path that lead us to today.. the accomodating, compromising, sacrificial routine of everyday life for each other.<br /><br />isn't things supposed to be as effortless as the big before. where a single conversation in front of the class send tingles of love down our spine and melting our hearts?<br /><br />where has that go... i am still searching.. where.. maybe it has gone away for good.. maybe it has gone to someone else.. which I fervently hope it did. cuz you couldn't bring it back. not one time..<br />maybe it takes too much effort and toll on you, but it shouldn't when the mere existence of me right in the chair in front of you makes you feel like that luckiest guy in the world.<br /><br />u probably forgotten how it felt then.. cuz ur so comfortable now. cuz if we were in that state.. i wouldn't be like this.. so stupidly accomodating to ur needs and happiness.... i wish that it would come back.. for me. for us.<br /><br />but how could it when you didn't want it to go back to the way it were before..n also, now we have both changed into something we are both not comfortable with.<br /><br />n we also have different needs and goals now..<br /><br />yes i hold you dear.. n i care. and I love you.. but i have no confidence in making this be good anymore..<br />i have no more confidence in being happy and high up in heavens when u get me something nice..<br />i only see it as another chain locking me down to this routine of accomodation and nothingness.<br />more n more chains popped up.. n i grew more n more distressed... especially when u play the controlling chain game...it just tears me up...<br /><br />but i m a coward.. i do not want to leave you.. yet i do not want to attempt to try and get the love back cuz i m afraid of the same accomodating, compromising, life with you.<br /><br /><br />i do not know what i want. n i have no confidence in love anymore.. when something so beautiful can become something so dull and grey in such a short time..<br /><br />i wished i could have done things differently.. to keep the passion alive...<br /><br />but now i just need to know if i can go on... or not.<br /><br />i just dunno... dunno.... dunno<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5439080-5841276053085321789?l=stainedwithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hazehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12312254510591641310noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5439080.post-3610828583427301542009-03-30T03:03:00.003+08:002009-03-30T03:05:45.325+08:00Have you ever have an online chat where there is a reply like this<br /><br />...<br /><br /><br />....<br /><br /><br />let me tell you how it turns me off.<br />my first ex used to dot dot dot his shit when he is pissed bout me.<br />everytime he does that, its like the arrival of the god of war and I know that somehow, someway.. in some retarded sense I cannot comprehend.. i pissed him off.<br /><br />up until now.. when people DOT DOT DOT me.. I get the same fucking feeling that i pissed them off.<br />n in return. it turned me off.<br /><br />if u have nothing to say. don't reply. don't bother to dot dot dot.<br />or if u are displeased. say it. u can dot ur ass to buddhist hell.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5439080-361082858342730154?l=stainedwithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hazehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12312254510591641310noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5439080.post-91140279136072282052009-03-29T22:51:00.002+08:002009-03-29T23:03:36.830+08:00<span style="font-weight: bold;">Coffee. Smokes. Books. </span><br />one is alright. 2 or 3 is fine.<br />10 is excessive.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">patience. love. compromise. </span><br />doing it 24/7 for 1 year is alright.. 2 or 3 years is fine.<br />one whole freaking life is excessive<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">doting. spending time. bedding.</span><br />5 days per week 2 years is alright.. 3 years is fine.<br />one whole freaking life is tiring.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">protected.</span><br />am I a child?<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">controlled.</span><br />am I your property?<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">sandbagged.</span><br />the sands are running out.. I am empty. too many holes. the punches will hurt more now than ever.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">I stretched. lied. was suffocated.</span><br />just to prolong the pain from hitting you. each time I made you happy, I killed a little bit of myself.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">I am fucking scared</span>. attached too many limbs to my body.. if only I have torn the rest out before attaching another, I wouldn't be such a coward now. of being original. default.<br /><br />watever fuck u call that shit.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5439080-9114027913607228205?l=stainedwithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hazehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12312254510591641310noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5439080.post-20767540217402675442009-03-29T22:36:00.003+08:002009-03-29T22:50:01.298+08:00It would be stupid to say that I am there. I am it. I have it.<br />I have got everything.<br />when the 'want' wanes.. and it ain't there no more.<br /><br />everything is a chore.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">"I live in a bubble.. more and more holes pop up.. I have 10 fingers and 10 toes to stop it from bursting.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">I am still surviving.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">but add another bubble with another person. hence I cannot mend. with only 20 plugs.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">I am stretched to the limit.. trying to keep both bubbles apiece."</span><br /><br />Ah. fuck the grass. fuck the green grass.<br />doesn't matter.<br /><br />... Once upon a time, I know who I am. lonely, depressed, sick of everyshit, friends who don't mean nothing, feeling like I should help every fucking one in the world.<br />One day.. I met this guy.. I lost myself to desperation.<br />turned myself, changed myself into someone I do not know.<br />The next day, I met a boy..feeling like I should help again, from the V2 I changed and adapted into a V3. another stranger in me.<br />And I met a man.. I turned into yet another stranger to myself. confining, adapting into a lifestyle that is not me.<br /><br />Who am I?<br />Tomorrow, I shall kill all of them with brutal knives of word.<br />just to find out who I am. just to find out.. who is the New. Me.<br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">"Its difficult and distressing when there is so many holes in the bubble and you are so weary of keeping it patched and floating just to avoid the collateral damage on the people inside the bubble"</span><br /><br /><br />How long can you keep it patched. cuz I ain't got long no more.<br /><br />And yes, I will take the blame. the pain, yet I know there might be no gain. no friends.<br />but I should be a man. and take it all.<br /><br />When one have pleasure, the other must have pain.<br />Are you the one in pleasure or are you the one with the pain?<br /><br />cuz I am the one with the pain and I wanna have the pleasure. for once.<br /><br />be selfish.<br />think of me.<br />think of myself.<br />love myself.<br /><br />cuz if I don't. who will.<br /><br />I wanna be at peace.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5439080-2076754021740267544?l=stainedwithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hazehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12312254510591641310noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5439080.post-42197111660508230572009-03-12T04:12:00.003+08:002009-03-12T04:49:03.287+08:00The diary sat there.<br /><br />The book. of her last days.<br />The book that was forbidden to me for 15 years.<br /><br />The familiar Red Diary she so often scribble in with a wrinkle in her brow in her light blue pajamas.<br /><br />I couldn't resist but held it close to my nose, hoping to catch a whiff of her scent from the book.<br />It smelled like an 8 year old girl's tears.<br /><br />I read it.<br /><br />How shall I put into words the feelings I felt. Have you ever have someone you were close to, like soul mates in love but now feel nothing for that person due to time and distance?<br />That was how she were to me, nothingness. I don't love her. I don't know her.<br /><br />Reading her handwritten words, each pen scratch were like her voice. Our very first conversation. Her explanation of her actions and her requests finally found a voice after 15 years.<br /><br />And though I felt nothing. remember almost nothing of her but her smell and her antiques.<br />I cried as her words etched her deep, unmoving love for me and my father.<br /><br /><br />I feel sad when I read all her dedications to her loved ones, her doctors.<br />I feel angry when I detect the weakness in her handwriting.<br />I feel happy. so happy when she jots down our beautiful past together as a perfect family. The family I never remembered finally came to life. and I cried know that what little love and comfort I have now is what she had pleaded my father to give me.<br /><br />I feel envious of her and doubtful of myself when she declare her love for my father again and again. I guess... you can say you love someone forever when you know you are gonna kill yourself soon. The term, 'forever' becomes legit and true. Her pride and her doting on my father was evident in her last words, I doubt that I can feel or love like her in my current self.<br /><br />Her words were scattered in random pages. some dates corrected. some pages were scribbled on purpose. She wrote on the back of receipts, documents ... I guess I am somewhat like her. Love to write but nags alot in our writing, repeating each point again with different constructions and structures.<br /><br />Her last page was marked by the ribbon bookmark before she left us forever.<br /><br />I had always blamed her selfishness for leaving us dry and bleeding. In truth, she was just being afraid of being a burden to her perfect husband and her wonderful daughter.<br /><br />Well. I learnt that when you know you are close to death, you try to make a mark on the world. the least you could do is write. write. and write.<br />and there are alot of numbers. Bank account numbers, lawyers, wills, deposit box...phone numbers scribbled. Who do you call to say goodbye?<br />She called an empty house. Our old house who was already discarded then. whom she so frequently fondly called, 'Home sweet Home'. Just to hear the happy memories ring .. ring... ring..<br /><br />Oh. What pain she must have gone thru. What pain he had gone thru. Who am I to cry when I am the one being loved and pampered the most though it's scarce by norm.<br /><br />I often thought I was unsheltered. Unloved. but infact, in this ugly scenario.. I was already given the maximum bleeding amount of love everybody else can afford.<br /><br />It's time I admit to myself. I was not traumatized due to my headstrong and cold heart. I was protected all along.<br /><br />I was fooled by my own perception of myself, of other people's perception of myself. that I am Strong.<br />When in fact, I am just another sheltered cowardly child.<br /><br />Fatally wounded and undead, he protected me with a 'collateral damage' mask so that I am.. who I am today.<br /><br /><br />Which leads me.<br />Who am I.<br /><br />I smoke.<br />I slack.<br />I disregard my loved ones.<br />I am in a mess that I can't get out.<br />I have yet to experience love like they did.<br /><br /><br />Very little children will bide by their parents wishes, eventhough most of the time they want the best for us.<br />but for me. I shall follow her wishes for me.<br /><br />to be truly happy for myself.<br />Drastic decisions have to be made.<br />If you think you know me now, you probably won't soon.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SyHLNEBKr-4/SbgjhnUaJ7I/AAAAAAAABOQ/QPxTDm_jsiU/s1600-h/Picture+1.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 204px; height: 68px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SyHLNEBKr-4/SbgjhnUaJ7I/AAAAAAAABOQ/QPxTDm_jsiU/s400/Picture+1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312034820880738226" border="0" /></a>A drawing she drew in one of the letters in the top corner.<br />My Happy Family.<br /><br />gone<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5439080-4219711166050823057?l=stainedwithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hazehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12312254510591641310noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5439080.post-49907327688460296102009-03-05T02:55:00.002+08:002009-03-05T03:12:01.551+08:00Since no one freaking read this dead blog.. i m gonna cater it to all my long time friends from mmu n god knows where you know me from.<br /><br />especially my ex housemates who used to sit through my cooking-obsession to my working-obssession to my gossip and shockingly unhygienic health.<br /><br />So this is an update bout what has been happening in my life.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Dear people from my traumatic years,</span><br />1. I know the truth now.<br />2. I will be coming back for revenge.<br />3. I realized my father was right, you were all wrong.<br />4. I know that yall never did love me, you were just making up for your fucking sins.<br />5. My dad n I have a strong bond now.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Dear people from my teenager years,</span><br />1. I am no longer meek and ugly<br />2. I am confident and so loud you better run<br />3. I think I m hotter too.<br />4. oh. and I smoke and club.<br />5. I dun really care bout yall but somehow I think I still do cuz when I see yall hang out without me, I asked myself, 'Why am I not there again?'<br />6. I graduated from MMU last August.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Dear MMU friends,</span><br />1. I am still unemployed unless self employed counts<br />2. I am still as unhealthy.<br />3. I do not cook anymore<br />4. I have fun everyday but still make money every month.<br />5. I am bored even when I am stressed working<br />6. I learned how to play mahjong and I am addicted to it.<br />7. I still sleep as random as I used to.<br />8. Me and David is still together.<br />9. I am not pregnant<br />10. I am getting married though (kidding)<br />11. I miss yall... Happy birthday Charel and Dennis. I bet the letters are struggling to get away from each other due to the souls inhabiting the words 'Charel' and 'Dennis'<br />12. David is now stuck to a 2 am curfew<br />13. He also took the California Fitness Gym membership to satisfy my wants for a hot bf<br />14. We just went Jason Mraz concert. We saw Bayie, Marrisa, Fariq, Chew, Aimran, Fuu and Syikin there just now.<br />15. His world still evolves around me entirely.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Dear best and close friends,</span><br />1. I am still the same.<br />2. I wonder how all of you are doing in your job<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">update closed.<br /> i wonder if i can tag yall to do the same cuz i really wanna know what's going on in your life right now.<br />TAG :<br />Dennis, Calvin, Ivan(die la you), Johnny, Vinn, Charel, Dwong, Auds, Celine, Tan<br /><br /><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5439080-4990732768846029610?l=stainedwithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hazehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12312254510591641310noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5439080.post-63184743928837014692009-01-27T21:54:00.002+08:002009-01-27T21:57:12.413+08:00hates...<br />1. feeling of being imprisoned<br />2. surrounded by people who dislike me<br />3. if i m unable to be who i am<br />4. when my efforts are not being appreciated<br /><br />loves...<br />1. being myself<br />2. proving others wrong<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5439080-6318474392883701469?l=stainedwithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hazehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12312254510591641310noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5439080.post-81991509601896425292009-01-20T14:04:00.002+08:002009-01-20T14:09:17.081+08:00oi tan. i got ur MSN MSG!!<br />GAHHHHHHH<br />thank you!!!!<br /><br />why so many thank yous.. the definite reason is that i m such a lousy friend but I have so many freaking amazing friends.<br />don't send me anymore touching msgs already. i m breaking down liao fuck wei.<br /><br />happy chinese new year.<br />will have a party after cny. my super belated bday party that i suddenly decided to have after what. 3 weeks. as a thank you to all of you.<br /><br />details and invis will be up in fb soon.<br />all of you non drivers i swear to god i m gonna get yall drunk. lol<br />pls dun buy me present.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5439080-8199150960189642529?l=stainedwithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hazehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12312254510591641310noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5439080.post-36737511568076912682009-01-19T15:22:00.002+08:002009-01-19T16:23:39.807+08:00thank you.. this is the first time in my life i heard 2 girls debating about my happiness while i m moping away on top of the toilet bowl trying to poop.<br />and thank you for the blanket.. sorry for intruding last night.. (btw, you don't have to look at me everytime i sniff.. its not a prelude to a torrent of tears .. your house is just plain dusty alright)<br /><br />i had a vision.. being foolishly happy.. with a bashful grin..<br />i m sure.. that future exists..<br />it made me smile.. a little.<br /><strike><br />i m not proud of being a bad girlfriend. i m a fucking jew for christ sake and failing at this is the worst that could possibly happen to me. but it did happened.<br />to cling on when all the cards i dealt out will only turn into knives. that's a tad selfish.<br />who am i. i m just a starved plastic mannequin drowning in smokes.<br />and you. you are up there you know. just. there. a furious angel.<br /><br />you are tired. i m tired too.<br />i m tired of all my friends always thinking bout you and your wholesome goodness.<br />i m tired of thinking of your wholesome goodness.<br />cuz i can't fucking par up to your bread. fuck i m still trying to scrape off the fungus on me and you are already blinding me with your whole.some.good.ness.<br />everybody is saying.. he's so good. he is so good. he is so good. can't get anywhere else. last species.<br />fuck. YOU try to be his girlfriend. see if you can still get the air to your lungs.<br /><br />oh right. maybe you can. </strike><br /><br />to say i love myself would be a lie.<br />to say i hate myself would be an understatement.<br />but its an irony..how can one loathe herself and still want to be loved by others eh.<br /><br />i m a coward. i don't play by the rules. when people struggle n suffer.. i blinded myself with a substitution of role playing mechanism.<br />it is time. i play by the rules.<br /><br />mr. pain has been waiting. waiting to pounce. on the victim who escaped so many times.<br />i will brave it out.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5439080-3673751156807691268?l=stainedwithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hazehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12312254510591641310noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5439080.post-50984448185818788362009-01-16T05:35:00.002+08:002009-01-16T06:52:27.863+08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SyHLNEBKr-4/SW-sbyWkTlI/AAAAAAAABNc/duncWLHINVM/s1600-h/newshoot47.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SyHLNEBKr-4/SW-sbyWkTlI/AAAAAAAABNc/duncWLHINVM/s400/newshoot47.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291637680556494418" border="0" /></a>what the hell. where the fuck.<br />where.<br />i said. where.<br />where the fuck did i get the balls to put this shit up.<br />where.<br />"um.... 7 eleven"<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SyHLNEBKr-4/SW-sWGxWFLI/AAAAAAAABNU/nrFZhLefJMo/s1600-h/newshoot471.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SyHLNEBKr-4/SW-sWGxWFLI/AAAAAAAABNU/nrFZhLefJMo/s400/newshoot471.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291637582958302386" border="0" /></a>which is why i didn't. i put this instead. didn't i.<br />din no fucking make no difference.<br /><br />Its been so insanely long since I plugged in my tablet.<br />what?<br />you heard it.<br />plug wat yo.<br /><br />why am I talking like a nigger<br />well, my love of a father got drunk pissed at me that day.<br />(I was the drunk one, mind)<br />and went :<br />I am not gonna wait for no damn you.<br /><br />WHUUAAAH.<br /><br />went clubbing for 2 nights straight<br />*tsk tsk shake head.. what's happening to haze*<br />i rained torrents of bile and shit on kim's car and i can hear her yakking away on her phone.<br />then a whiff of irritating smell hit me. a tissue box hit my hands.<br />I officially hit a 6 for the 'number of times i club'<br /><br />"well, put it this way.."<br />fuck that. fuck you.<br />the next time i see you, not only will i rain torrents of ice cubes on you. i ma gonna rain my bile n shit on your faggot face.<br /><br />(turns on sweet mode)<br />I celebrated my birthday at No Black Tie.<br /><br />um. thank you for all the wishes. After the clubbing shit ( oh fuck, sweet mode) after all the partying.. i LOVE my guys. ALL the guys in my life.<br />*chomp* I m eating the 12 hour old prosperity burger.<br />the onions taste like hair.<br />It's 5.44 am now.<br /><br />shiina ringo is my fucking god.<br />thanks <a href="http://xongsern.blogspot.com">johnny</a>. i know i m your god.<br />pfeh<br />(this is why u let me in ur band right, which i m beginning to think its non-existent)<br />and also thank you for that hugely emo and touching comment.<br />it must have crushed your balls and inverted your nipples just trying to be nice to me eh.<br />appreciate the effort man. best present ever, the msg not the balls.<br />bread n butter forever.<br /><br />and thank YOU.<br />for remembering.<br />its not like we are friends. GASP<br />it silence the hard rock that is playing in my head and tuned it to jason mraz's geek in pink.<br />that's what you did.<br /><br />.. of cos. thank you.<br />for giving me the screams.<br />wtf sony ericsson logo on the present box.<br />GAHHHHHHHH<br />ps. i'm yours?<br />i'm yours???<br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5439080-5098444818581878836?l=stainedwithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hazehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12312254510591641310noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5439080.post-39447122470853071372009-01-16T05:14:00.003+08:002009-01-16T05:35:32.359+08:00Oh... so beautiful is that hatred. that pain. that silent acknowledgment of life's shit.<br />I cried.. oh how I cried. tears of relief of how I wasn't the only one.<br />the only one with shit.<br /><br />How can one comprehend another who only think in words.. not music.<br />Your mind is a fucking living etude.. with the superintelligence of Chopin.<br /><br /><br />Ah. it was funny. it was ironic. it was fucking deja vu.<br /><br />wrong was i to think i was the only person with such abstract and crazy thoughts.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5439080-3944712247085307137?l=stainedwithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hazehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12312254510591641310noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5439080.post-47297964131199308872009-01-16T04:21:00.000+08:002009-01-16T04:22:25.607+08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SyHLNEBKr-4/SW-a9H0f8EI/AAAAAAAABNM/LlmrxYIRPAs/s1600-h/Picture+3.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 303px; height: 111px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SyHLNEBKr-4/SW-a9H0f8EI/AAAAAAAABNM/LlmrxYIRPAs/s400/Picture+3.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291618462045564994" border="0" /></a>holy fuck<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5439080-4729796413119930887?l=stainedwithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hazehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12312254510591641310noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5439080.post-50065532855236361722009-01-10T15:30:00.002+08:002009-01-10T15:31:14.679+08:00ok.. i calm down liao. wtf i posted here yesterday.<br />well basically i had a great time.<br />nothing of interest happen.<br />as usual.<br />i was just fucking high from booze.<br /><br />:D<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5439080-5006553285523636172?l=stainedwithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hazehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12312254510591641310noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5439080.post-73877148223440947902009-01-10T05:25:00.000+08:002009-01-10T05:32:01.057+08:00Its over. I felt like cinderella back in my rags. I remember the smell, the high. N how close i was to nirvana. So Fucking close. A double sworded nirvana hell that i nearly stumbled into. But it was orgasmic while it lasted thanks.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5439080-7387714822344094790?l=stainedwithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hazehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12312254510591641310noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5439080.post-44466341624822361822009-01-05T22:35:00.002+08:002009-01-05T22:59:28.055+08:00my bipolar personality has taken yet another morbid twist. Yesterday I was all beaming and happy.. flying like a wing fairy.. now I am emo like a black crow that got stuck with an even uglier witch.<br /><br />my birthday is coming in 1 and a half hours time.. shit don't feel special no more.. til to the extent that i wish that no one would know or remember my birthday.<br /><br />I am the kinda person that drives out for errands alone and then bang my car while reversing ( not for parking but on a driving lane). I would also smoke in front of my sis n bro.. i don't remember anyone's birthday except for my parents and my boyfriend. if i were to fly to tokyo tomorrow, I wouldn't have a farewell dinner or party or glamour clubbing.<br /><br />the funny thing is.. I thought i was good. i thought i was the nicest. the kindest. the most glam.<br />but the older i get.. the more I began to accept that well.. I am a boring kinda person.<br /><br />maybe it's just today.<br /><br />but for all these years.. during my birthdays.. I would smile and say thank you to all the presents and wishes.. but inside.. i dun even remember who wish me and what the hell did i get for my birthday. it was just never a special day for me.<br /><br />hence i hate the trend of buying other people dinner when it is your birthday.<br />i even remember the last few years i was in uni, i would post a list of stuff i want on my birthday.. so that well.. friends wouldn't have to guess up right left down for a present that i want.<br /><br />now that i m not staying around my friends no more.. there is no more need to do that... and i thought... well.. i can have some peace and quiet and sleep through my birthday. i even posted blushberry posts all on saturday so that i can sleep through my birthday in oblivion.<br /><br />i hate how my life had became.<br /><br />i used to covet for fine dining.. cuz i rarely go to them.. now i dun even bother to treat my fine dinings the way i should treat expensive food. i dun even finish my food.<br /><br />they are not special anymore..<br /><br />even presents.. books.. makeup.. accesories.. clothes.. i have had my share of presents.. they dun impact me anymore..<br /><br />surprises.. kisses.. hugs.. romanticsm.. i had them all.. if i were to have them again. same person or not. its the same. which is why all i asked for is.. nothing.<br /><br />parties... clubs.. i love being in the limelight.. I THOUGHT.<br />the fact is i hate it. i m awkward.. i dunno how to act.. how to draw proper attention to myself without looking like a fool..<br /><br />the funny thing is.. sometimes.. through out all these years.. eventhough i felt like that.. some friends still make effort.. ALOT of effort to make me happy.. n i tried.. in order to please them n hopefully the happiness will be induced and I will be happy as well..<br /><br />the fact is.. i can let go of anything.. anyone.. without feeling anything. sure i love my mac.. if i spoil it today i wouldn't cry. no.<br />even when my sugar gliders died..i din feel anything.<br />if i were to leave for another country.. i would just pack my bag and go. without a word.<br /><br />nothing seems to mean anything to me.. nowadays.<br /><br />i wish that i m more like vinn.. upbeat.. optimistic.. able to lift everybody's spirits up just by being around them.. going to a party and be the star for that night..<br /><br />but i m not.. i do not know how to host a party with a smile.. maybe i do not know how today.<br />if i were to go to a night party.. i most probably will drink the night away on a stool... wishing.. there is someone out there as lonely as i am.. who share my woes.<br /><br />this is exactly why. people like me cannot be happy.<br /><br /><br />now i feel the need to write a long disclaimer...<br />i m not ranting cuz nothing is gonna happen tomorro.. regardless of what today is.. or tomorow is.. or the next day.. i m just me.. i m not hinting for a big birthday bash or presents...<br /><br />its been a long time since i walked into a shopping center and see produts that I can buy.. instead of products that i can buy to resell..<br /><br />its been a long time since i tried making myself happy.. all i think is i must help him him her her .. do this that ..<br /><br /><br /><br />which leads me to my 2009 resolutions.. which is impossible to think of.. unless i had my future planned with someone special in my mind..<br />but here goes.<br /><br />1. <span style="font-weight: bold;">be more healthy</span> : have better skin, more hair, more sleep, n remove the growth next to my lips)<br />2. earn enough money to purchase a house/condo at the end of the year.<br />3. find my tsuruga ren<br />4. learn fashion design and do a mini collection<br />5. fix up all the tangles<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5439080-4446634162482236182?l=stainedwithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hazehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12312254510591641310noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5439080.post-55989165196017303282008-12-04T07:11:00.000+08:002008-12-04T09:31:04.284+08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SyHLNEBKr-4/STcSL8nksYI/AAAAAAAABKg/wevjs_BIO3U/s1600-h/Picture+1.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 116px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SyHLNEBKr-4/STcSL8nksYI/AAAAAAAABKg/wevjs_BIO3U/s400/Picture+1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275705484947796354" border="0" /></a>Join the Kakiis!!!<br />Its a cool website where you can connect with all your friends!<br />They are holding a contest.<br />can get to win a freaking Mac Book Air<br />Thats the video contest!<br /><br />I am just hoping that they will see how much fun we had when we shot this in Putrajaya.<br />So I am opting for the Photography Contest!<br />I couldn't possibly do it at <a href="http://blush-berry.blogspot.com">BlushBerry</a> so I am doing it here.<br />*grins*<br /><br />You can find out more <a href="http://www.kakiis.com/contest/tnc.aspx">here</a>!<br />Oh by the way, if you do win the Mac Book Air thru this recommendation.. then it's mine.<br />I am such a good friend.<br />:D<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SyHLNEBKr-4/STcWNt2SOiI/AAAAAAAABKo/THUz1JidY44/s1600-h/Picture+1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 289px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SyHLNEBKr-4/STcWNt2SOiI/AAAAAAAABKo/THUz1JidY44/s400/Picture+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275709913389218338" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Friends Who Share Your Ups &amp; Downs With You</span></span><br />taken with a Nikon DSLR at Putrajaya Bridge overlooking the Putrajaya Lake.<br />set with a timer. both for the camera and the action.<br />Many many takes and silly outtakes as well.<br />Our Post Graduation Photo.<br /><br />Days of Great Memories..<br /><br />Since I did not get to write a graduation post like yall.. ahem..<br />Here goes :<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">THANK YOU ALL... </span><br />for being in my very happy university life.<br />for showing me what it means to have a friend.<br />to be loved and love.<br /><br />and for introducing all your eccentricity in my life<br />letting me spread mine around too.<br /><br />We are all on different paths now<br />though we did not begin at the same point<br />we may not end at the same point either<br />our paths did cross<br />and literally drew an X on me.<br /><br />I haven't forgotten.<br />what it was like<br />to have friends like yall.<br /><br />Much Love<br />Peace Out.<br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5439080-5598916519601730328?l=stainedwithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hazehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12312254510591641310noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5439080.post-42643027732446388022008-12-03T16:36:00.000+08:002008-12-04T09:31:04.285+08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SyHLNEBKr-4/STZFOyCt6qI/AAAAAAAABKY/xmRRE5sDbnQ/s1600-h/fuuyooh.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 217px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SyHLNEBKr-4/STZFOyCt6qI/AAAAAAAABKY/xmRRE5sDbnQ/s400/fuuyooh.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275480133764770466" border="0" /></a>i did the after.<br />glenn feron did the pro one.<br />who is better<br /><br />i dunno.<br />makes me hate looking in the mirror<br />oops i copied ringo's phrase.<br />kill me.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><br />on the other hand<br />people around me is so emo.<br />i dig my nose also piss them off<br />laugh also wrong<br />smile also wrong<br /><br />god. so hard to live.. might as well i go die<br />keep quiet wrong<br />play wrong<br /><br />funny thing is.. why do wat i do affects them so much i also dunno why.<br />i must be a planet.<br />no. since i have 2 big n droopy ones maybe i m a milky way.<br /><br />i shall call the clusters of goo that i m "black milk"<br />ew.<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5439080-4264302773244638802?l=stainedwithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hazehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12312254510591641310noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5439080.post-72601466935530541412008-12-01T23:23:00.001+08:002008-12-04T09:31:04.286+08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_abbzxtOSOdg/STQAFa8p0SI/AAAAAAAABec/y3TKIX0144A/s1600-h/Picture+2.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 248px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_abbzxtOSOdg/STQAFa8p0SI/AAAAAAAABec/y3TKIX0144A/s400/Picture+2.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274841156690759970" border="0" /></a>BlushBerry is in <a href="http://cheeserland.com/">Cheeserland.com</a>!<br /><br />I designed the header for Cheesie.. but omg!!! IT WASN'T GREEN ENOUGH FOR HER!!!!!<br />I swear I breathe easier when I m in her blog.. cuz I am photosynthesis-ing.<br /><br /><br /></div> <div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_abbzxtOSOdg/STP_jWzPFtI/AAAAAAAABeU/FFlB2JTnRNk/s1600-h/header6.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 101px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_abbzxtOSOdg/STP_jWzPFtI/AAAAAAAABeU/FFlB2JTnRNk/s400/header6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274840571461965522" border="0" /></a>The original header.<br /><br />And below is all the other nonsense I cooked up in Photoshop.<br />Have a look see :<br /></div> <div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_abbzxtOSOdg/STP_LbUpn1I/AAAAAAAABd8/WgL63dgux_o/s1600-h/header4.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 101px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_abbzxtOSOdg/STP_LbUpn1I/AAAAAAAABd8/WgL63dgux_o/s400/header4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274840160358997842" border="0" /></a>The background is shot using Heineken's bottle using SLR at a very very slow shutter speed.<br />Just wave the bottle around for the effect.<br />Dark room required.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_abbzxtOSOdg/STP_Kyq9azI/AAAAAAAABds/8_ghWBPYSJ8/s1600-h/header2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 101px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_abbzxtOSOdg/STP_Kyq9azI/AAAAAAAABds/8_ghWBPYSJ8/s400/header2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274840149446716210" border="0" /></a>When I showed this to Ringo, she was like " Selamat Hari Raya"<br />So I had to dump all the yellow away.<br /><br /><br /></div> <div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_abbzxtOSOdg/STP_LEvhGPI/AAAAAAAABd0/iRSbWpzQ0_g/s1600-h/header3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 101px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_abbzxtOSOdg/STP_LEvhGPI/AAAAAAAABd0/iRSbWpzQ0_g/s400/header3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274840154297669874" border="0" /></a>To this. green. no yellow. pls. ONLY GREEN.<br />PHOTOSYNTHESIS is the IN thing now.<br /><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_abbzxtOSOdg/STP_K6p2IuI/AAAAAAAABdk/9_jd9OzSltM/s1600-h/header1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 101px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_abbzxtOSOdg/STP_K6p2IuI/AAAAAAAABdk/9_jd9OzSltM/s400/header1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274840151589528290" border="0" /></a>She have green eyes!!!!!!<br /></div><br /><a href="http://technorati.com/tag/makeup+cosmetics+harmful+ingredients+fatal" rel="tag">cheeserland.com cheesie ringo header heineken</a><a href="http://technorati.com/tag/makeup+cosmetics+harmful+ingredients+fatal" rel="tag"><br /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5439080-7260146693553054141?l=stainedwithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hazehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12312254510591641310noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5439080.post-53222314274668142482008-11-29T17:02:00.000+08:002008-12-04T09:31:04.286+08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SyHLNEBKr-4/STEFxILG2CI/AAAAAAAABKA/E9ITY2qhCkk/s1600-h/DSC07790.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 186px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SyHLNEBKr-4/STEFxILG2CI/AAAAAAAABKA/E9ITY2qhCkk/s320/DSC07790.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274002980193359906" border="0" /></a><br />i edited ringo aka cheesie's photo.. but i din keep the ori. wtf.. we took this outside M's shop that day after the workshop. got fucking blisters on my toe.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SyHLNEBKr-4/STEFxS0hqtI/AAAAAAAABKI/GNtUocG_n30/s1600-h/Picture+2.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 191px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SyHLNEBKr-4/STEFxS0hqtI/AAAAAAAABKI/GNtUocG_n30/s320/Picture+2.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274002983051438802" border="0" /></a>she even used it for her msn display pic...<br /><br />i also designed her december header.. but dunno whether she will use onot. i m too dazed to ask.. damn sleepy wei. din sleep whole night.<br />i can't post the header yet.. if she uses them then i post la all of them.<br />see la how. i free onot.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SyHLNEBKr-4/STEGL7p1i9I/AAAAAAAABKQ/F77O6GBc-pE/s1600-h/DSC00765.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SyHLNEBKr-4/STEGL7p1i9I/AAAAAAAABKQ/F77O6GBc-pE/s320/DSC00765.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274003440689056722" border="0" /></a>happy.. weeeeee.. all my miao miaos.<br />oh. n sim's i-can-finish-wan hamburger leftover. still stuck on the fork.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5439080-5322231427466814248?l=stainedwithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hazehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12312254510591641310noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5439080.post-78218745585372773232008-11-25T22:56:00.000+08:002008-12-04T09:31:04.287+08:00i learned to be selfless<br />i learned to have thick skin<br />i learned to be the bad person<br />i learned alot<br /><br />what have i gained...<br /><br />thing is malaysia is such a small country.. everybody knows everyone..<br />n each community is very close knit<br />gossips is always here n there<br /><br />even among famous bloggers..<br />i hope i dun get sucked in<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5439080-7821874558537277323?l=stainedwithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hazehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12312254510591641310noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5439080.post-52725602897183207602008-11-17T19:23:00.000+08:002008-12-04T09:31:04.288+08:00I've got the best of both worlds..<br />I'm the kind of girl who can take down a man.. and lift him back up again..<br />I am strong but I'm needy.. humble but I'm greedy<br />and based on my body language and shotty cursive you've been reading..<br /><br />My style is quite selective.. though my mind is rather reckless<br />well maybe it just suggests that this is just what happiness is..<br /><br />and what a beautiful mess this is..<br />its like we're picking up trash in dresses..<br /><br />I know it kind of hurts when the kind of words I write kind of turn themselves into knives<br />Don't mind my nerve.. you could call it fiction.. do you like being submerged in my contradictions..dear..<br /><br />cause here we are.. here we are...<br /><br />although I am biased... will you love my advice..<br />My comebacks..they are quick.. and probably have to do with my insecurities..<br />There's no shame in being crazy.. depending on how how you take these words I'm paraphrasing this relationship we are staging<br /><br />and what a beautiful mess this is..<br />its like we're picking up trash in dresses<br /><br />I know it kind of hurts when the kind of words I say kind of turn themselves into blades<br />And kind and courteous is a life you've heard.. but its nice to say that we played in the dirt.. dear<br /><br />cause here we are.. here we are.<br />We're still here<br /><br />And what a beautiful mess this is..it's like taking a guess when the only answer is yes<br />and through timeless words and priceless pictures..<br /><br />we'll fly like birds not of this earth..<br />and times they run.. and hearts disfigure..<br />but that's no concern when we are wounded together..<br />and we tore our dresses and stained our shirts<br />but it's nice today.. oh dear was the wait worth it?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5439080-5272560289718320760?l=stainedwithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hazehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12312254510591641310noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5439080.post-6879646313058152982008-10-29T19:01:00.000+08:002008-12-04T09:31:04.288+08:00i can only savor the desperate pain inside me every night.<br />as what could be cannot be.<br /><br />how can one build the great wall of china.. love it. hate it. repair it again and again. and then tore it down to start with one new brick.<br /><br />i don't know if I ever could.<br /><br />yet all the cars that passed, all the chances missed.<br />there is a silent desperation for me to break free.<br /><br />and when everything is too late. for anyone..<br />will i have the heart to cry.<br />when tears no longer hold the full weight of my sadness.<br />they are discoloring me into someone else that i do not know.<br /><br />when i m so exhausted from injecting anesthetic into my heart everyday..<br />pretending, spacing out.<br />i m nothing but a stone..<br />saved only when broken into sand.<br /><br />nobody. somebody.<br />beloved. loved.<br />belong. longed for.<br /><br />its all but a title you tell your friends.<br />what i longed for is a fairy tale that does not exist in this world.<br /><br />yet i put up a fake visage each day to pretend i m real. i m bad. i m a bitch.<br />i m no longer honest with myself.<br />guess i m an adult now.<br /><br />making things last, forsaking all temporary pleasantries.<br /><br />i miss those days where i hop. skip. run.<br />where i can cry in tune to the sadness in me.<br />where i can scream and rage in tune to the anger in me.<br />where i can love in tune to the heart in me.<br /><br />i forsake them all. for the great wall of china i built over all these years.<br />it would be a shame to tear it down.<br /><br />and even if i do tear it down.. who is to say that the sun will rise for what i m gonna built soon..<br />when everyone else is just as torn and empty as i am.<br /><br />what is there to like.<br />about me.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5439080-687964631305815298?l=stainedwithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hazehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12312254510591641310noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5439080.post-30307320346021748272008-10-24T19:51:00.000+08:002008-12-04T09:31:04.289+08:00Vinn is in Bali<br />Kimberly in Port Dickson<br />David sick in Cyber<br />Dad in China<br /><br />omg... why am i left alone.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5439080-3030732034602174827?l=stainedwithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hazehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12312254510591641310noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5439080.post-79828174084237716972008-10-17T04:39:00.000+08:002008-12-04T09:31:04.290+08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SyHLNEBKr-4/SPem-dHU_0I/AAAAAAAABIc/J6nEKnOYm2s/s1600-h/final2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SyHLNEBKr-4/SPem-dHU_0I/AAAAAAAABIc/J6nEKnOYm2s/s400/final2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257854681875808066" border="0" /></a>why vinn's photography so emo n nice.. T_T<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SyHLNEBKr-4/SPem24_m1MI/AAAAAAAABH8/LK0p649Ykkw/s1600-h/bah2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SyHLNEBKr-4/SPem24_m1MI/AAAAAAAABH8/LK0p649Ykkw/s400/bah2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257854551920661698" border="0" /></a>Swirls of happiness out of my head<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SyHLNEBKr-4/SPem2wtM1FI/AAAAAAAABIE/A39WxtX2o4M/s1600-h/bah3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SyHLNEBKr-4/SPem2wtM1FI/AAAAAAAABIE/A39WxtX2o4M/s400/bah3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257854549695976530" border="0" /></a>Swirls of silliness out of my head <br /><br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SyHLNEBKr-4/SPem3Es2y2I/AAAAAAAABIM/-e8yd6FrMfM/s1600-h/final1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SyHLNEBKr-4/SPem3Es2y2I/AAAAAAAABIM/-e8yd6FrMfM/s400/final1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257854555063241570" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SyHLNEBKr-4/SPem3eWtm8I/AAAAAAAABIU/OOvblRNwbFw/s1600-h/final3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SyHLNEBKr-4/SPem3eWtm8I/AAAAAAAABIU/OOvblRNwbFw/s400/final3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257854561949686722" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">WHY IS VINN SUCH A GOOD PHOTOGRAPHER??!!!</span></span><br /><br />hurray.. photoshoot party this Sunday at my house..!!!<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5439080-7982817408423771697?l=stainedwithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hazehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12312254510591641310noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5439080.post-71786405670382232142008-10-10T18:43:00.000+08:002008-12-04T09:31:04.290+08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://searchblushberry.blogspot.com/"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v345/hazy_glade/bash.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5439080-7178640567038223214?l=stainedwithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hazehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12312254510591641310noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5439080.post-47473424235290219072008-09-19T14:36:00.001+08:002008-12-04T09:31:04.291+08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SyHLNEBKr-4/SNNIkQ88flI/AAAAAAAAA0U/0MafVWOMu68/s1600-h/Picture+3.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SyHLNEBKr-4/SNNIkQ88flI/AAAAAAAAA0U/0MafVWOMu68/s400/Picture+3.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247617778679840338" border="0" /></a><br />Recently we ( me n my partner, Kim) we prepared a cosmetic collaboration proposal.. in powerpoint and also in cover letter..<br />when my dad was back.. we kena fucked over by him. we ended up doing EVERYTHING again the day before we meet 2 clients (laura mercier and Make Up Store)<br />we were aiming for M cuz we LOVE LOVE LOVE their products.. so many shades. superb quality and well.. the marketing executive is very nice to us also la before.<br /><br />what we wanted to do is to get products from them to give out as freebies in Bb.. n also get packs of products for another promo(secret.. hehe) .. n also in all our artices..photos.. n videos.. use their products.. so its kinda like a big thing.. especially the secret promo..<br /><br />david was there when my dad fucked our presentation.. aih.. everybody got so excited and david was doing his own SRI he even stood up n watch my dad teach us the right way to present.<br /><br />so we ended up doing everything until 5 am.. my dad said " i will be up 6.35 am to check on ur new presentation"<br /><br />we were sleeping like logs. all 3 of us in my room<br />hahaha<br /><br />anyway.. we woke up at around 11 am.. printed all the shit. felt like shit due to the harrassment by my dad. we were so SOBER n SOMBER all the way we drive there.<br />silent n thoughtful..<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">LAURA MERCIER</span><br />we met the wrong person.. she is doing the events..<br />but she was so impressed by our presentation that she straight away called her marketing manager n set an appointment for us the next day (which is today, the manager pushed us to next week due to emergency watever)<br />n she also invited us to this fashion show bla bla...<br /><br />she mentioned that giving us products is no problem at all... n its vv interesting.. bla bla<br /><br />when we are back at the car. kim was screaming n singing all the way to our next client...<br />i was just steady.. cuz its not a win. not yet.. for me.. haha<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">MAKE UP STORE</span><br />this is a score.<br /><br />we got EVERYTHING WE wanted and MORE.<br />for the promo.. we nailed the deal<br />for the freebies.. we nailed an even better deal with nothing to do with their products but something even better.<br />for the articles n shoots.. we have the best options in the world.<br /><br />n then. kim got us a free make up workshop session next wednesday.<br /><br /><br />after the meeting.. our hps was flooded with calls. cuz it was set on silent.<br /><br />well.. u see.. 2 young girls.. opting to start a business instead of being employed... raised alot of concern from their parents. bfs. bfs' parents.<br /><br />so practically, all the parties are involved in Bb.. all the concerned parents... haha<br />so after the 2 deals.. both of us sat in the car in the hot car park, returning calls of triumph to our parents.<br /><br />n of course. both of us owe my dad a meal. its impossible to pay him back la. mdfk he charge US2000 PER HOUR for training presentees. n the HOUR pay includes preparation time for presentation n the presentation itself n the feedback.<br />if i pay him i need to sell 3 of my organs.<br /><br />naturally. this is just a start.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5439080-4747342423529021907?l=stainedwithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hazehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12312254510591641310noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5439080.post-38503274946293689112008-09-09T08:45:00.000+08:002008-12-04T09:31:04.292+08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SyHLNEBKr-4/SMXHffXlwoI/AAAAAAAAAz8/o-biBhccKTc/s1600-h/Picture+2.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SyHLNEBKr-4/SMXHffXlwoI/AAAAAAAAAz8/o-biBhccKTc/s400/Picture+2.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243816684953125506" border="0" /></a>Blushberry's visitors internet browser pie chart.<br />MAHAHAHAHAHAH<br />DIE YOU INTERNET EXPLORER!<br /></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SyHLNEBKr-4/SMXIMg1RJPI/AAAAAAAAA0E/rZsZlBLhYOM/s1600-h/Picture+3.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SyHLNEBKr-4/SMXIMg1RJPI/AAAAAAAAA0E/rZsZlBLhYOM/s400/Picture+3.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243817458440152306" border="0" /></a><br />320 x 396? Someone actually viewed my blog in an iphone safari browser...<br />tan. is that you. ish.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SyHLNEBKr-4/SMXJ2CmKK6I/AAAAAAAAA0M/7P_a6UJWNTA/s1600-h/Picture+5.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SyHLNEBKr-4/SMXJ2CmKK6I/AAAAAAAAA0M/7P_a6UJWNTA/s400/Picture+5.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243819271389850530" border="0" /></a>online boutiques = 200+- visitors a day<br />ashopaholics den = 800+- visitors a day<br />so basically i leeched the visitors from them and from 2 forums last week<br /><br />this week's target.<br />malaysia's top female bloggers. = average 1000+- visitors a day each<br /><br /><br />feedback = 98% good comment (blog n forums)<br />1 % bad comment/skeptical<br />1 % correction of post<br /><br />thus, content is good. traffic is bad.<br />but its just the beginning :)<br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:180%;">"</span>coming soon : Bb launch event. </span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">HIRING - pay per day</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">*extra bonus for friends*</span><span style="font-size:180%;">"</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">:p</span><br /><br /><br />BAH i still feel bad. 3 days without sleep does that to me.<br />3 days.. not because i m busy. not because i m worried.<br />because the adrenaline rushed thru me, panic attacks.. keep thinking bout all the phases. refining. expanding. improving. until cannot sleep.<br /><br />now i can sleep..<br /><br />5 pm i'll be up ..<br />i'll be fighting again.<br /><br />i just need.. a lil rant here..<br />before i get whacked left right by my dad tonight. again.<br />shit, i tell u if it is the minister i wouldnt feel so intimidated.<br />but if i can go thru him, even the minister will be a breeze.<br />not only him.<br /><br />i'll be whacked by kim's whole family n davids whole family.<br />all just to prepare me.<br /><br />if u have no idea.. its best.<br />just imagine all the old jackie chan movies, where he train in 1 day. the next day is the big fight<br />this whole week is that 1 day for me.<br /><br />I CAN DO IT I CAN DO IT I CAN DO IT I CAN DO IT<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5439080-3850327494629368911?l=stainedwithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hazehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12312254510591641310noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5439080.post-60581917018525238652008-09-09T03:07:00.000+08:002008-12-04T09:31:04.293+08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SyHLNEBKr-4/SMV5E54kONI/AAAAAAAAAz0/Y1hW-HKNAOs/s1600-h/Photo+24.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SyHLNEBKr-4/SMV5E54kONI/AAAAAAAAAz0/Y1hW-HKNAOs/s200/Photo+24.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243730466307324114" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">i m ... ..<br />100% damn fucking serious<br /><br />i will not be greedy<br /><br />i will be protective of those under me<br /><br />i will not promise more than i can give<br /><br />i must handle everything with elegance like a woman<br /><br />i must be firm and direct<br /><br />i must be fucking impressive<br /><br />i have to overkill<br /><br />i have to sell<br /><br />i must listen to critiscm<br /><br />i must not fail<br /><br />i must listen to advice<br /><br />i must not be deterred<br /><br />no one can break me<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />i must. make. people. remember. me.<br />Haze Long<br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5439080-6058191701852523865?l=stainedwithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hazehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12312254510591641310noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5439080.post-17692777285000048772008-09-01T02:39:00.000+08:002008-12-04T09:31:04.293+08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://blush-berry.blogspot.com/"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">BlushBerry</span></span></a><br /><br />Check out the freebie that i m giving out this month k?<br />its Laura Mercier The New Beauty Secrets<br />Your Ultimate Guide to a Flawless Face<br />Go to the blog to see how you can win it!<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5439080-1769277728500004877?l=stainedwithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hazehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12312254510591641310noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5439080.post-40732030968557288812008-08-28T05:30:00.000+08:002008-12-04T09:31:04.294+08:00<div style="text-align: center;">i got scalded by hot boiling oil.. when i was working for blushberry..i was hungry.. i went to cook and accidentally toppled the leftover oil on my left leg.<br />the whole leg was like red..<br /><br />n so i googled about what to do when you got scalded.. they said that as long as it is red.. it is ok.. but if i have blisters n skin peeling i should go to an emergency room immediately..<br /><br />my leg was red.. so i chatted with my friend online.. i put a wet towel on my leg.. n waited<br /><br />half an hour later.. i removed the towel..<br />it was blistering and peeling.<br /><br />n it was 5 am<br />my car is stuck behind my dads.. so i couldnt get out.. i had to take my mom's car.. drove around the neighborhood.no clinics open..<br />went to the hospital..<br />got an injection and a cream..<br /><br />n they told me my insurance medical card does not apply for non-ward submission..<br /><br />n so i have to pay.<br /><br />i walked back to my car, parked far far away under the rain.. holding one leg's slipper in one hand. hobbling alone to my car..<br /><br />and yet i felt like i deserved this.<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5439080-4073203096855728881?l=stainedwithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hazehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12312254510591641310noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5439080.post-77342860640269997262008-08-27T01:44:00.000+08:002008-12-04T09:31:04.295+08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SyHLNEBKr-4/SLRBAUPoayI/AAAAAAAAAzs/mTbWZv6Pyno/s1600-h/tempbanner.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SyHLNEBKr-4/SLRBAUPoayI/AAAAAAAAAzs/mTbWZv6Pyno/s320/tempbanner.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238883740228807458" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">4 more days...</span></span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5439080-7734286064026999726?l=stainedwithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hazehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12312254510591641310noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5439080.post-80389115378245278462008-08-25T22:32:00.000+08:002008-12-04T09:31:04.296+08:00<div style="text-align: center;">I have deleted the blog that i posted few days ago.. due to the reason that i just thought that those thoughts should be kept quiet..<br />i will be starting another blog.. its gonna be huge!! so make sure you are a part of the community when it is launched next month... catch the launching freebie if you can.. its free and its incredible as well..<br /><br />I am working hard right now in developing that blog.. i am currently at the design stage.. logos and blog design..<br />after that i will be coding the blog and then it will be launched...<br />i will not say what is the blog about right now.. its a secret... but just a tip.. every girl should not miss the opportunity to catch my new blog in action.<br /><br />but one thing for sure.. its not a money making site where i scam you with products... its gonna be a good read that is both beneficial to you and me as well.. and its not gonna be about me.. its gonna be all about you!<br /><br /><br />i will be promoting that blog in youtube, facebook, here and everywhere imaginable.. so don't miss the action!<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5439080-8038911537824527846?l=stainedwithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hazehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12312254510591641310noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5439080.post-38078207674850821932008-08-20T17:47:00.001+08:002008-12-04T09:31:04.296+08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://nestlepoell.net/swf/games/frogleap.swf" height="300" width="435"><param name="movie"></object><br /><br />Move the green frogs from the left to the right. Move the brown frogs from the right to the left.<br />This can be done in around 3 minutes with an IQ above 50. Just click on each frog to move them, there are no tricks good luck!<br /><br />tips = don't put frogs with the same colour together!<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5439080-3807820767485082193?l=stainedwithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hazehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12312254510591641310noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5439080.post-78970515428015373982008-08-20T00:11:00.000+08:002008-12-04T09:31:04.297+08:00anyway.. so very sorry for the layout.. my wood layout got deleted.<br />cuz i din pay for my hazelong.com server.<br />now everythings GONE<br />...T_T<br /><br />on brighter notes.. there will be a new one soon<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5439080-7897051542801537398?l=stainedwithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hazehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12312254510591641310noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5439080.post-27104776338762410262008-08-20T00:04:00.000+08:002008-12-04T09:31:04.298+08:00<div style="text-align: center;">i was browsing..<br />n found this nifty bit of a software<br />allows u to give urself makeovers<br />really cool program<br />i played around with it..<br />n this is what i got<br /><br />no photoshop at all<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SyHLNEBKr-4/SKrviIm3H0I/AAAAAAAAAy0/XG9sez7pR48/s1600-h/Picture+2.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SyHLNEBKr-4/SKrviIm3H0I/AAAAAAAAAy0/XG9sez7pR48/s320/Picture+2.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236260886476693314" border="0" /></a>all from branded make up brands like MAC, loreal.. maybelline.. benefit.. laura mercier..<br />u can put foundation.. concealer.. lipstick.. blusher.. eyeshadow.. eyelashes even..<br />and even CONTACT lenses<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SyHLNEBKr-4/SKrviXCDLsI/AAAAAAAAAy8/JHbA9YCMcWw/s1600-h/Picture+3.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SyHLNEBKr-4/SKrviXCDLsI/AAAAAAAAAy8/JHbA9YCMcWw/s320/Picture+3.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236260890348826306" border="0" /></a>its really easy to use.. check out their gallery<br />so cool!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SyHLNEBKr-4/SKrviliXITI/AAAAAAAAAzE/_UaST_Z8Ng4/s1600-h/Picture+4.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SyHLNEBKr-4/SKrviliXITI/AAAAAAAAAzE/_UaST_Z8Ng4/s320/Picture+4.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236260894242447666" border="0" /></a>i even took a geeky pic of myself n the result is really like i have put make up on..<br />they even have wigs..<br />n the lipstick.. the gloss really works like a gloss..<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SyHLNEBKr-4/SKrviyynArI/AAAAAAAAAzM/FVdKBXDjjzg/s1600-h/Picture+5.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SyHLNEBKr-4/SKrviyynArI/AAAAAAAAAzM/FVdKBXDjjzg/s320/Picture+5.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236260897800258226" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SyHLNEBKr-4/SKrvi7LWO_I/AAAAAAAAAzU/Y-8q-CG14UM/s1600-h/Picture+6.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SyHLNEBKr-4/SKrvi7LWO_I/AAAAAAAAAzU/Y-8q-CG14UM/s320/Picture+6.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236260900051500018" border="0" /></a><br />i know my attempts are kinda lame. haha.. but then again<br />give it a try..<br />at<br /><a href="http://www.taaz.com/">www.taaz.com</a><br />all free<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5439080-2710477633876241026?l=stainedwithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hazehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12312254510591641310noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5439080.post-69199748065615854712008-08-18T01:31:00.000+08:002008-12-04T09:31:04.298+08:00<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/A_AZFvIObxo&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/A_AZFvIObxo&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5439080-6919974806561585471?l=stainedwithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hazehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12312254510591641310noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5439080.post-49759698207361810072008-08-17T01:31:00.000+08:002008-12-04T09:31:04.299+08:00<div style="text-align: center;">I have a new blog, <a href="http://hazemillionaire.blogspot.com/">here</a><br /><br />this blog will still be alive.. hehe.. this is my personal blog.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SyHLNEBKr-4/SKcPSmq0e5I/AAAAAAAAAx0/O9V9Flgx1RA/s1600-h/DSC_1718.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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EBOOKS.<br /></span></span><span style="font-style: italic;" lang="EN-PH">It should be emphasized that these books are <strong>not for sale</strong>, and is governed by the “fair use” rule under the copyright laws. Meaning, the free e-books you get here are strictly for your own personal and educational use. The books obtained from this site shall not under any circumstance, be sold by anyone, and the owner of this site will not be responsible for the dishonest users who knowingly violate the copyright of the authors.<br />courtesy of www.intexblogger.com and another one which i forgot<br /><br /></span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">stephenie meyer</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;">Breaking dawn</span></span><br />book 4 from the twilight series, predecessor of the eclipse release. 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SyHLNEBKr-4/SD2J6UVJhoI/AAAAAAAAAuw/YDAZgzOqgng/s320/poster-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205468379292993154" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">will update my blog when i have the time..<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5439080-9159421489473440510?l=stainedwithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hazehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12312254510591641310noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5439080.post-43064927200345706722008-05-27T03:55:00.000+08:002008-12-04T09:31:04.303+08:00<div style="text-align: center;">wow. you know. just.<br />wow.<br />..wtf did i do wrong..<br />or m i by default nonexistent<br />or by default invisible<br />not to be taken into consideration.<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5439080-4306492720034570672?l=stainedwithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hazehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12312254510591641310noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5439080.post-28047586150953521002008-05-24T01:19:00.000+08:002008-12-04T09:31:04.303+08:00download them <a href="http://www.hazelong.com/DCAI.zip">here.</a>.<br />list of songs..<br /><br />01 Happy Together<br />02 All Right Now<br />03 Hello<br />04 Eleanor Rigby<br />05 Day Tripper<br />06 Billie Jean<br />07 Little Sparrow<br />08 Innocent<br />09 Always be my Baby<br />10 Music of the Night<br />11 I'm Alive<br />12 All I really need is You<br />13 Hungry like the wolf<br />14 Baba o'riley<br />15 the first time ever I saw your Face<br />16 Dare you to Move<br />17 I don't wanna miss a thing<br />18 I Still Havent Found what i am looking for<br />19 Dream Big<br />20 The World I know<br />21 Time of my Life<br /><br />thank me somewhere. hmm<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5439080-2804758615095352100?l=stainedwithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hazehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12312254510591641310noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5439080.post-61849339519230636202008-05-20T23:12:00.000+08:002008-12-04T09:31:04.304+08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">1st movement / G minor in a 6 8 tempo</span><br />i'll paint all my notes<br />and as my fingers fall on your skin,<br />i'll play a melody that only we can understand<br />i'll explore all the secret areas of you,<br />just like how i explore the treble strings of a baby grand.<br />i'll strum and hit, pull and strike<br />take u to a <span style="font-style: italic;">crescendo.<br /></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">2nd movement </span><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span>then i'll just let my fingers drop<br />i'll curtsy like a lady<br />and i will leave.<br />as i leave, i can still hear the low decibels of the piano's echo hum<br />mmm..<br /><br />from Weber i will move on to an E'rard..<br />who will be next.<br />to see me sway my head and body to a <span style="font-style: italic;">cantabile</span> lilt<br />or to fall in <span style="font-style: italic;">pesante</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">3rd movement</span><br />and as the years lament by,<br />i will live on the satisfaction<br />that they will never find another.<br />just like<br />me.<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5439080-6184933951923063620?l=stainedwithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hazehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12312254510591641310noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5439080.post-10328898227346815602008-05-16T23:39:00.000+08:002008-12-04T09:31:04.305+08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SyHLNEBKr-4/SC2rYEcHX2I/AAAAAAAAAuY/DLPrDKmYKfQ/s1600-h/poster.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SyHLNEBKr-4/SC2rYEcHX2I/AAAAAAAAAuY/DLPrDKmYKfQ/s320/poster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201001574679666530" border="0" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">I went for yet another stand up comedy.. this time, i went to harith iskander's show in Lim Kok Wing University (College la.... ). I have been curious about harith iskander since i had gone to the jj n rudi stand up show last time in bar savanh to. well, he was just an audience at that time but i was interested nonetheless.<br /><br />so when i saw the poster in MMU today ( how weird, LKW actually advertises in MMU, i thought that we are arch rivals??..there are no difference between lkw n mmu except that you BUY a degree in lkw but u STUDIED for a degree in mmu. ) i was excited..<br /><br />n i headed to lkw.. in high hopes.<br /><br />well in the poster, as u can see.. there are no admission fee.. but sadly there is.. not that i would not pay for it gladly but at least have the decency to put it in the poster.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SyHLNEBKr-4/SC2rYEcHX3I/AAAAAAAAAug/e35Q5sYY5G4/s1600-h/tix.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SyHLNEBKr-4/SC2rYEcHX3I/AAAAAAAAAug/e35Q5sYY5G4/s320/tix.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201001574679666546" border="0" /></a> we bought our tickets for RM 15... n a photo of harith was in the tix.. they did not even create his matte properly.. there are jagged pixels of the background around his silhouette. i wonder if they did it on purpose or if they are just plain lazy. hmm<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SyHLNEBKr-4/SC2rX0cHX1I/AAAAAAAAAuQ/axbONwpP9nU/s1600-h/lk.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SyHLNEBKr-4/SC2rX0cHX1I/AAAAAAAAAuQ/axbONwpP9nU/s320/lk.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201001570384699218" border="0" /></a>when we went in, a band called "sorry" was performing. they are better than the band that performed in my prom night.<br />the dude uses a tablet while he half sang/half mix/half play tunes on the laptop, accompanied by a bass electric and another mixer.<br /><br />then the emcee came in.. intro intro... n to my surprise.. she started the opening act by bring in andrew netto..<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SyHLNEBKr-4/SC2rLkcHXwI/AAAAAAAAAto/1PceHCzzSAI/s1600-h/andrew.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SyHLNEBKr-4/SC2rLkcHXwI/AAAAAAAAAto/1PceHCzzSAI/s320/andrew.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201001359931301634" border="0" /></a>look! its him again.<br />n the same jokes again.. plus n minus a lil compared to the opening act he did in bar savanh to.. no time to write up new materials maybe.. or the event wasn't worth the effort. ahem<br />after the appetizer, he brought out the main dish..harith iskander<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SyHLNEBKr-4/SC2rMUcHX0I/AAAAAAAAAuI/Wd3dV6Wob_w/s1600-h/harith.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SyHLNEBKr-4/SC2rMUcHX0I/AAAAAAAAAuI/Wd3dV6Wob_w/s320/harith.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201001372816203586" border="0" /></a>man he is good... he has good improv skills.. his impersonations does not cause people to cringe (despite his size..) in fact, they pass off as funny and adorable even.<br />now here is a man who is both bald n fat but has a confidence to match brad pitt.<br /><br />hmm.. one of his topics is about malaysia..<br />n he started off with ' i love malaysia.. i love being malaysian'<br />then goes in to a few fillers tembaking and kutuking malaysians<br />he puts in another ' but malaysia is the best.. i love malaysia..'<br />repeat. lol..<br /><br />why. ... cuz there's a video camera video taping.<br />but i doubt he will say he hates malaysia even when there is no camera.<br /><br />the publicity for this event is terrible.. sorta.. only one third of the floor was filled..<br />how sad.<br />what a waste...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SyHLNEBKr-4/SC2rL0cHXxI/AAAAAAAAAtw/AIxM-4fI2_Y/s1600-h/DSC_0075.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SyHLNEBKr-4/SC2rL0cHXxI/AAAAAAAAAtw/AIxM-4fI2_Y/s320/DSC_0075.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201001364226268946" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SyHLNEBKr-4/SC2rMEcHXyI/AAAAAAAAAt4/nqEm_O1nl3I/s1600-h/DSC_0077.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SyHLNEBKr-4/SC2rMEcHXyI/AAAAAAAAAt4/nqEm_O1nl3I/s320/DSC_0077.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201001368521236258" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SyHLNEBKr-4/SC2rMEcHXzI/AAAAAAAAAuA/_9EXhW7FzII/s1600-h/DSC_0080.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SyHLNEBKr-4/SC2rMEcHXzI/AAAAAAAAAuA/_9EXhW7FzII/s320/DSC_0080.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201001368521236274" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5439080-1032889822734681560?l=stainedwithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hazehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12312254510591641310noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5439080.post-48074447744799922642008-05-09T21:15:00.000+08:002008-12-04T09:31:04.305+08:00Charel Ong<br />9:09 PM OMG<br />9:09 PM THE GUY ON UR BLOG IS GAVIN YAP OK!!!<br />9:09 PM FUUUUUCK!!!<br />9:09 PM U SAW HIM!!!<br />9:09 PM UP CLOSE!<br /><br />haze<br />9:09 PM he sat next to me<br />9:09 PM ...n i used his ash tray<br />9:09 PM n i heard him laugh<br />9:09 PM *evil... *<br />9:10 PM u cant get near him<br />9:10 PM he is mine<br />9:10 PM N I IGNORED HIM<br />9:10 PM OMFG WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME!!!!!!!<br /><br />Charel Ong<br />9:10 PM OMG U ONLY KNEW HIM YESTERDAY OK!<br /><br />haze<br />9:11 PM NO I KNEW HIM FROM MY DREAMS OK<br /><br />Charel Ong<br />9:11 PM SHIT I FOUND OUT ABOUT HIM 3 YEARS AGO ADEE<br /><br />haze<br />9:11 PM SO??<br /><br />Charel Ong<br />9:11 PM eh<br /><br />haze<br />9:11 PM HE WANTS ME OK<br /><br />Charel Ong<br />9:11 PM he quit acting adee<br />9:11 PM now only directs<br />9:11 PM PUI!<br /><br />haze<br />9:11 PM YOU THINK HE WANTS YOU AH<br /><br />Charel Ong<br />9:11 PM LETS SETTLE THIS IN OLDTOWN<br /><br />haze<br />9:11 PM COME LA WE BITCH FIGHT<br />9:11 PM WTF<br /><br />Charel Ong<br />9:11 PM kla kla hes all urs<br />9:11 PM i dowan to accidentally yank ur fake boob off and cause u an embarassment<br />9:12 PM ho ho<br /><br />haze<br />9:12 PM MY FAKE BOOB<br />9:12 PM REAL ONE OK<br />9:12 PM MY SUPERB BOOBS ATTRACTED HIM YESTERDAY OK<br /><br />Charel Ong<br />9:12 PM MAI EYELASH LOOOOR<br />9:12 PM =))<br /><br />haze<br />9:12 PM GRR *nothing to say to defend *<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5439080-4807444774479992264?l=stainedwithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hazehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12312254510591641310noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5439080.post-15633062985948874352008-05-09T19:19:00.000+08:002008-12-04T09:31:04.305+08:00Alot has happened since the last time i typed anything coherently understandable in this blog.<br /><div style="text-align: center;">but if the truth only hurts and confuses others.. whats the point of expressing it. I have learnt to keep my secrets well guarded.....well.. maybe a few hints here and there.. but what's the harm.<br /><br />and i no longer care about how others judge me or my decisions.. i agree its not easy to be me..and i hate myself to the max but i don't wanna be you. either. :)<br />so there.<br /><br />so.. well well well...<br /><br />here are the photos of Ah b's birthday celebration...<br /><br />We went to one of the japanese restaurants in Gardens.. next to Mid Valley..<br />The food was expensive but exquisite... yum yum<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-f.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v241/208/120/670610786/n670610786_511013_2583.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos-f.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v241/208/120/670610786/n670610786_511013_2583.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>yuzu's bar<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-g.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v241/208/120/670610786/n670610786_511014_7936.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos-g.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v241/208/120/670610786/n670610786_511014_7936.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Yuzu's menu<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-h.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v241/208/120/670610786/n670610786_511015_3559.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos-h.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v241/208/120/670610786/n670610786_511015_3559.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>look! there is a blue pouch for ice... to keep the sake warm!! how kangaroo-like<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-f.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v241/208/120/670610786/n670610786_511021_1760.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos-f.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v241/208/120/670610786/n670610786_511021_1760.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>pour it babe<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-g.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v241/208/120/670610786/n670610786_511022_1085.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos-g.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v241/208/120/670610786/n670610786_511022_1085.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>*clink* happy birthday<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-h.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v241/208/120/670610786/n670610786_511023_5167.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos-h.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v241/208/120/670610786/n670610786_511023_5167.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>calamari rings.. salty... crunchy .. moderate appetizer<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-a.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v241/208/120/670610786/n670610786_511024_819.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos-a.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v241/208/120/670610786/n670610786_511024_819.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Sashimi.. look at the biiggg ass scallop on the oyster shell.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-b.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v241/208/120/670610786/n670610786_511025_8839.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos-b.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v241/208/120/670610786/n670610786_511025_8839.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>enjoying the raw fineries in life<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-c.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v241/208/120/670610786/n670610786_511026_4483.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos-c.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v241/208/120/670610786/n670610786_511026_4483.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>can't believe he has a neck now<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-d.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v241/208/120/670610786/n670610786_511027_3337.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos-d.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v241/208/120/670610786/n670610786_511027_3337.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Charcoal stone grilled wahyu beef<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-f.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v241/208/120/670610786/n670610786_511029_1727.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos-f.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v241/208/120/670610786/n670610786_511029_1727.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>mushrooms wrapped in a concoction of foie gras+unagi+salmon<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-e.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v241/208/120/670610786/n670610786_511028_1349.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos-e.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v241/208/120/670610786/n670610786_511028_1349.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>grilled wahyu beef<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-g.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v241/208/120/670610786/n670610786_511030_6049.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos-g.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v241/208/120/670610786/n670610786_511030_6049.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>tuna belly.. grilled. hard. not nice .. bluegh. it is harder than my teeth.<br /><br /><br />yesterday i went to jj and rudi's talk show.. thinking that it will be in some lame ass venue.. with no alcohol.. ( too traumatized by sean kingston's event already..) but to my dearest surprise.. it was held in bar savanh too.. in mont kiara.. with alcohol.. 2 tables away from the stage.. and PLENTY of celebrities... *swoons* *swoons* *swoons again * * and again *<br /><br />* and again*<br /><br />ok enough.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-h.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v241/208/120/670610786/n670610786_511031_324.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos-h.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v241/208/120/670610786/n670610786_511031_324.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>collecting our tickets for the show<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-b.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v241/208/120/670610786/n670610786_511033_946.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos-b.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v241/208/120/670610786/n670610786_511033_946.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>bar savanh too<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-c.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v241/208/120/670610786/n670610786_511034_4487.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos-c.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v241/208/120/670610786/n670610786_511034_4487.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>bar area<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-e.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v241/208/120/670610786/n670610786_511036_3213.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos-e.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v241/208/120/670610786/n670610786_511036_3213.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>dj<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-f.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v241/208/120/670610786/n670610786_511037_9498.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos-f.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v241/208/120/670610786/n670610786_511037_9498.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>alcohol!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-g.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v241/208/120/670610786/n670610786_511038_3568.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos-g.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v241/208/120/670610786/n670610786_511038_3568.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>comedy lounge<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-a.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v241/208/120/670610786/n670610786_511040_8529.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos-a.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v241/208/120/670610786/n670610786_511040_8529.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>mua.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-b.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v241/208/120/670610786/n670610786_511041_9007.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos-b.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v241/208/120/670610786/n670610786_511041_9007.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>mua again<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-d.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v241/208/120/670610786/n670610786_511043_3575.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos-d.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v241/208/120/670610786/n670610786_511043_3575.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>me and ah b<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-c.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v241/208/120/670610786/n670610786_511042_1939.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos-c.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v241/208/120/670610786/n670610786_511042_1939.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>ah b trying blue lagoon.. ( he is thinking " this tastes like medicine")<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.faces.com.my/spotlight/spotlight.asp?id=1567"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.faces.com.my/spotlight/spotlight.asp?id=1567" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-e.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v241/208/120/670610786/n670610786_511044_9970.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos-e.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v241/208/120/670610786/n670610786_511044_9970.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>our food<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-f.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v241/208/120/670610786/n670610786_511045_2390.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos-f.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v241/208/120/670610786/n670610786_511045_2390.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>rudi<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-h.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v241/208/120/670610786/n670610786_511047_381.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos-h.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v241/208/120/670610786/n670610786_511047_381.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>harith iskandar<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-a.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v241/208/120/670610786/n670610786_511048_2963.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos-a.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v241/208/120/670610786/n670610786_511048_2963.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>gerard, jared, ah b n unknown fella.. half futsal mates/half hitz fm troopers<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-b.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v241/208/120/670610786/n670610786_511049_5833.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos-b.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v241/208/120/670610786/n670610786_511049_5833.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>iguana, alvin the chipmunk, napoleon dynamite and chinese warrior<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-c.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v241/208/120/670610786/n670610786_511050_9501.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos-c.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v241/208/120/670610786/n670610786_511050_9501.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>at this point.. look at the dude behind me.. a UBER HANDSOME GUY WAS NEXT TO ME...<br />n now that i have CIA and FBI researched him, i found out that he is.. <a href="http://www.faces.com.my/spotlight/spotlight.asp?id=1567">gavin yap</a>.. malaysia's theater king... aih.. WHY DIDNT I APPROACH HIM FOR A PHOTOGRAPH!!!!!! I BET I BET.. ok i should calm down now..<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.faces.com.my/spotlight/1567-1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.faces.com.my/spotlight/1567-1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>thats him.. ... sigh. .. handsome.. n i felt like a broomstick next to him. *wipes sweat*<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-d.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v241/208/120/670610786/n670610786_511051_1796.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos-d.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v241/208/120/670610786/n670610786_511051_1796.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>our very first opening act... zack.. hmm..mediocre performance.. not boring.. but he is no chris rock.. or peter russell...<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-b.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v241/208/120/670610786/n670610786_511057_433.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos-b.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v241/208/120/670610786/n670610786_511057_433.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>harith iskandar again..<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-h.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v241/208/120/670610786/n670610786_511063_2872.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos-h.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v241/208/120/670610786/n670610786_511063_2872.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>adam c from hitz.fm<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-a.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v241/208/120/670610786/n670610786_511064_620.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos-a.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v241/208/120/670610786/n670610786_511064_620.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>zack playing with nipples.. they are allowed to say fuck and shit and boobs and dick.<br />wow. its a change.<br />definitely<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-c.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v241/208/120/670610786/n670610786_511066_9386.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos-c.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v241/208/120/670610786/n670610786_511066_9386.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>zack panting after a few acting.. hmm.. he was like sweating.. n trying to catch his breath while trying to crack a joke. not. funny.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-h.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v241/208/120/670610786/n670610786_511071_7217.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos-h.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v241/208/120/670610786/n670610786_511071_7217.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>andrew. now he is good. damn good. blardy good.<br />one of malaysia's professional stand up comedian.. really cool dude..<br />but why the sunglasses?? do u have the sun following you from day INTO the night.<br />but its all forgivable since you made me laugh so hard...:)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-a.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v241/208/120/670610786/n670610786_511072_8910.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos-a.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v241/208/120/670610786/n670610786_511072_8910.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>jj... apart from the fact that he started his performance with 'i am so nervous .. i dunno what to do.. i am not funny.. i placed people in the crowd to laugh in case i have got cold response' i guess.. jj is pretty....... potong stim.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-b.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v241/208/120/670610786/n670610786_511073_3137.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos-b.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v241/208/120/670610786/n670610786_511073_3137.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>and also apart from the fact that he took jokes off the internet... remember the 'ken lee' music audition .. the dunno which country idol.. claiming that its english.. n she went like 'ken leeeee...dibo dibodibo douchu'... (she is actually singing mariah carey's without you)..<br />... jj is pretty.. lame<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-e.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v241/208/120/670610786/n670610786_511076_5497.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos-e.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v241/208/120/670610786/n670610786_511076_5497.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>rudi came to save the day. BUT, he also started the show with a figurative telling of 'oh i m star trek's captain.. n u guys are the passengers asking me to save yall but all i could think off is 'can i go home'? n he mimicks running away. .. hmm. you judge.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-f.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v241/208/120/670610786/n670610786_511077_4158.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos-f.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v241/208/120/670610786/n670610786_511077_4158.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>apart from his play cute/play angry/play macho expressions.. rudi.. is nothing...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-g.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v241/208/120/670610786/n670610786_511078_4612.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos-g.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v241/208/120/670610786/n670610786_511078_4612.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>n he tried to save the day again with his guitar.. while lamenting bout the fact that his father is in the crowd every 5 minutes.. but after he waves like a boy to his dad, he cracks some sex joke.<br />now he is gonna sing a song bout boobies. so kill me.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-h.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v241/208/120/670610786/n670610786_511079_3457.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos-h.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v241/208/120/670610786/n670610786_511079_3457.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>but. the crowd was supportive enough.. to laugh.. n encourage the 2 lovable djs... from malaysias top radio station... nevertheless.. all of us is slowly wishing they would leave.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-d.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v241/208/120/670610786/n670610786_511083_4707.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos-d.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v241/208/120/670610786/n670610786_511083_4707.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>finally the duo together. looks like they need to work together.<br />n did they save the day?<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-e.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v241/208/120/670610786/n670610786_511084_405.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos-e.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v241/208/120/670610786/n670610786_511084_405.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>nope not really.. cuz they are missing the main ingredient...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-f.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v241/208/120/670610786/n670610786_511085_2975.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos-f.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v241/208/120/670610786/n670610786_511085_2975.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>they are missing the 'laugh' and 'clap' and ' woooahhh' buttons on their dj table in hitz. they could just click a button and a recorded laugh or audience clap will be broadcasted. sorry bros.. not tonight. not here.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-g.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v241/208/120/670610786/n670610786_511086_8003.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos-g.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v241/208/120/670610786/n670610786_511086_8003.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>they were boring. but they werent torturous.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-a.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v241/208/120/670610786/n670610786_511088_3090.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos-a.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v241/208/120/670610786/n670610786_511088_3090.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>they missed one more ingredient too.. audience interactivity. looks like only jj + rudi + audience = comedy<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-b.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v241/208/120/670610786/n670610786_511089_3333.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos-b.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v241/208/120/670610786/n670610786_511089_3333.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>too late. i supposed.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-c.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v241/208/120/670610786/n670610786_511090_2162.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos-c.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v241/208/120/670610786/n670610786_511090_2162.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>nice try though....<br /><br /><br /><br />n that concludes my review of JJ and rudi's stand up comedy last night<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5439080-1563306298594887435?l=stainedwithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hazehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12312254510591641310noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5439080.post-76788505146535261512008-05-03T02:49:00.000+08:002008-12-04T09:31:04.306+08:00<div style="text-align: center;">when we are lonely... we feel like there are only spectators around us...<br />n you feel like no one could understand you<br /><br />always taking the next train to another relationship..<br />to another love. neither fulfilling nor empty<br /><br />soon there will be another storm<br />our hearts are just a room to rent.<br /><br />most of us are the same... we only love the new faces<br />it is the fear of loneliness, hence we keep finding someone to fill the space.<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5439080-7678850514653526151?l=stainedwithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hazehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12312254510591641310noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5439080.post-7628378338173230262008-05-02T04:26:00.000+08:002008-12-04T09:31:04.306+08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://fc02.deviantart.com/fs21/f/2007/254/1/4/Coconut___n___Tequila_by_Bonhwa.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://fc02.deviantart.com/fs21/f/2007/254/1/4/Coconut___n___Tequila_by_Bonhwa.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />art by <a href="http://bonhwa.deviantart.com/">Bonhwa</a>..<br />i seldom post art by other artists but this reminds me of my old fascination by Yaoi art..<br />i m not gonna explain what Yaoi is cuz it is quite a taboo subject.. google it if ur interested..<br />:)<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">"so i felt like the biggest asshole.. felt like the biggest asshole...</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">when i killed your rock and roll...</span><span style="font-style: italic;"><br />every day i m watching you die.</span><span style="font-style: italic;">"</span><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5439080-762837833817323026?l=stainedwithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hazehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12312254510591641310noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5439080.post-61525420121465970942008-04-29T18:09:00.000+08:002008-12-04T09:31:04.307+08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">"i can hardly speak, i understand<br />why you can't raise your voice to say.."<br /><br />"slower, slower<br />we don't have time for that..<br />all i want is to find an easier way<br />to get out of our little heads.."<br /><br />"have heart, my dear<br />we are bound to be afraid..<br />even if its just for a few days<br />making up for all of these mess.."<br /></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5439080-6152542012146597094?l=stainedwithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hazehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12312254510591641310noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5439080.post-3853390571427164452008-04-29T02:32:00.000+08:002008-12-04T09:31:04.307+08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">"in the silence you stare at the world,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">your eyes are screaming to be heard..."<br /><br /><br /></span>if only the world is fair..<br />then i wouldn't have to decide.<br />villain.<br /><br />no comment.<br />i know<span style="font-style: italic;">.</span><br />i'll shut up now.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><br />"i see all that you wanna be,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">look into your soul looking right back at me,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">i wanna learn you inside out.."</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5439080-385339057142716445?l=stainedwithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hazehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12312254510591641310noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5439080.post-8860051159662055052008-04-27T01:39:00.000+08:002008-12-04T09:31:04.308+08:00<div style="text-align: center;">major.. (may-jah) flop.<br />its a long story why i ended up going anyway...<br /><br />its a masquerade prom and EVERYBODY had masks.. man... i was so 'last minute' that i just slap on a few colors that i have to be my make up mask.. me and celine.. that is.. lol..<br />and i wore celine's dress... i have been taking her dresses and wearing them to functions non stop..<br />*guilty*<br /><br />the performances suck.. the awards suck...(cuz i didn't get the best student award.. ahem *cough*.. but hakim deserved it.. true to my heart, serious he does.. at least i got nominated)<br /><br />facebook chat is so cool... new peepz..<br />quiz of the day.<br /><h5 class="other"><a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=871580301">Lisa</a></h5><p class="p_other pic_padding clearfix">hey</p><h5 class="self"> <span class="time_stamp ts_self">1:41am</span>Haze</h5><p class="p_self pic_padding clearfix">hey wassup</p><h5 class="other"> <span class="time_stamp ts_other">1:51am</span><a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=871580301">Lisa</a></h5><p class="p_other pic_padding clearfix">ntm hbu</p><br /><br />ntm hbu = wat??<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />nothing at the moment, how bout you?<br />wow. technology.<br />my next blog will be full of shorts....<br /><br />all the pics is in my facebook as well..<br />here are the pics..<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-d.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v241/208/120/670610786/n670610786_485219_8095.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos-d.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v241/208/120/670610786/n670610786_485219_8095.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>our table<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-e.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v241/208/120/670610786/n670610786_485220_1922.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos-e.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v241/208/120/670610786/n670610786_485220_1922.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>sullen sullen me.. late<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-f.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v241/208/120/670610786/n670610786_485221_4579.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos-f.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v241/208/120/670610786/n670610786_485221_4579.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>lovely liana<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-g.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v241/208/120/670610786/n670610786_485222_7756.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos-g.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v241/208/120/670610786/n670610786_485222_7756.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>audrey eating.. justin showing weird face.. lol<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-h.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v241/208/120/670610786/n670610786_485223_613.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos-h.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v241/208/120/670610786/n670610786_485223_613.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>our waiter<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-a.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v241/208/120/670610786/n670610786_485224_3200.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos-a.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v241/208/120/670610786/n670610786_485224_3200.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>zeh pin<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-b.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v241/208/120/670610786/n670610786_485225_6106.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos-b.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v241/208/120/670610786/n670610786_485225_6106.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>can you tell i m grimacing cuz the camera won't snap?<br />bad lighting env... bad cameraman.. lol<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-c.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v241/208/120/670610786/n670610786_485226_9384.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos-c.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v241/208/120/670610786/n670610786_485226_9384.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>justin n auds...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-d.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v241/208/120/670610786/n670610786_485227_4148.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos-d.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v241/208/120/670610786/n670610786_485227_4148.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>damn camera. snap already.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-e.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v241/208/120/670610786/n670610786_485228_7105.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos-e.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v241/208/120/670610786/n670610786_485228_7105.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>cu of my make up. after i did the blue eye.. i was doing my blusher and i was thinking what if my blusher ends up in my other eye..bad bad idea<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-f.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v241/208/120/670610786/n670610786_485229_407.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos-f.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v241/208/120/670610786/n670610786_485229_407.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>celine with her butterfly painted make up mask<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-g.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v241/208/120/670610786/n670610786_485230_4441.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos-g.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v241/208/120/670610786/n670610786_485230_4441.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>this is how she looks like with her eyes closed<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-h.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v241/208/120/670610786/n670610786_485231_9653.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos-h.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v241/208/120/670610786/n670610786_485231_9653.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>liana... joen and marwan..<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-a.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v241/208/120/670610786/n670610786_485232_3436.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos-a.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v241/208/120/670610786/n670610786_485232_3436.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>camwhore..camwhore<br />spend what money on make up n hair la.. do urself oni..<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-b.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v241/208/120/670610786/n670610786_485233_6805.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos-b.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v241/208/120/670610786/n670610786_485233_6805.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>best VR student :zeh pin and shanker<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-c.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v241/208/120/670610786/n670610786_485234_443.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos-c.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v241/208/120/670610786/n670610786_485234_443.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>panjang<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-e.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v241/208/120/670610786/n670610786_485236_5151.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos-e.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v241/208/120/670610786/n670610786_485236_5151.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>zeek the muse and me<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-f.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v241/208/120/670610786/n670610786_485237_9050.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos-f.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v241/208/120/670610786/n670610786_485237_9050.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>zeek the clown and me<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-g.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v241/208/120/670610786/n670610786_485238_3644.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos-g.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v241/208/120/670610786/n670610786_485238_3644.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>playful liana<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-h.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v241/208/120/670610786/n670610786_485239_8171.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos-h.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v241/208/120/670610786/n670610786_485239_8171.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>amir n his gang<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-a.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v241/208/120/670610786/n670610786_485240_1098.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos-a.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v241/208/120/670610786/n670610786_485240_1098.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>amir n me<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-b.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v241/208/120/670610786/n670610786_485241_4713.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos-b.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v241/208/120/670610786/n670610786_485241_4713.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>dr House MD and me<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-c.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v241/208/120/670610786/n670610786_485242_8380.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos-c.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v241/208/120/670610786/n670610786_485242_8380.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>ya man u better have a smile on your face.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-d.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v241/208/120/670610786/n670610786_485243_3188.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos-d.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v241/208/120/670610786/n670610786_485243_3188.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>me and umair<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-e.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v241/208/120/670610786/n670610786_485244_6600.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos-e.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v241/208/120/670610786/n670610786_485244_6600.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>celine and me<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-f.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v241/208/120/670610786/n670610786_485245_199.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos-f.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v241/208/120/670610786/n670610786_485245_199.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>cu..<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-g.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v241/208/120/670610786/n670610786_485246_3938.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos-g.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v241/208/120/670610786/n670610786_485246_3938.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>auds camwhoring with me<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-h.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v241/208/120/670610786/n670610786_485247_7148.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos-h.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v241/208/120/670610786/n670610786_485247_7148.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>chew<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-a.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v241/208/120/670610786/n670610786_485248_479.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos-a.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v241/208/120/670610786/n670610786_485248_479.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>auds in mask<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-b.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v241/208/120/670610786/n670610786_485249_4042.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos-b.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v241/208/120/670610786/n670610786_485249_4042.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>lollipop!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-c.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v241/208/120/670610786/n670610786_485250_8191.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos-c.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v241/208/120/670610786/n670610786_485250_8191.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>just to stifle my urge to smoke<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-d.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v241/208/120/670610786/n670610786_485251_2566.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos-d.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v241/208/120/670610786/n670610786_485251_2566.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>chew, me and apis..<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-e.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v241/208/120/670610786/n670610786_485252_1504.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos-e.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v241/208/120/670610786/n670610786_485252_1504.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>i love this photo.......so much..<br />celine auds and me<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-f.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v241/208/120/670610786/n670610786_485253_7393.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos-f.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v241/208/120/670610786/n670610786_485253_7393.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>auds and justin<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-h.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v241/208/120/670610786/n670610786_485255_1926.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos-h.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v241/208/120/670610786/n670610786_485255_1926.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>me and amir<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-a.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v241/208/120/670610786/n670610786_485256_5665.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos-a.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v241/208/120/670610786/n670610786_485256_5665.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>auds n zeek<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-b.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v241/208/120/670610786/n670610786_485257_9791.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos-b.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v241/208/120/670610786/n670610786_485257_9791.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>awwwww....<br />poor auds.. she is trying to look as pretty as possible and he is trying to look as idiotic as possible.. haha<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-c.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v241/208/120/670610786/n670610786_485258_3103.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos-c.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v241/208/120/670610786/n670610786_485258_3103.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>justin n auds<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-d.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v241/208/120/670610786/n670610786_485259_6518.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos-d.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v241/208/120/670610786/n670610786_485259_6518.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>amin n me.. see vinn? u din miss out much attaa ALL.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-e.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v241/208/120/670610786/n670610786_485260_767.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos-e.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v241/208/120/670610786/n670610786_485260_767.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>me and joen.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-g.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v241/208/120/670610786/n670610786_485262_8305.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos-g.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v241/208/120/670610786/n670610786_485262_8305.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>at home..<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-h.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v241/208/120/670610786/n670610786_485263_1534.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos-h.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v241/208/120/670610786/n670610786_485263_1534.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>at home... wrong white balance setting. heck care...<br /><br />take care yall... lolz<br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5439080-886005115966205505?l=stainedwithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hazehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12312254510591641310noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5439080.post-29545042616039221472008-04-25T11:23:00.000+08:002008-12-04T09:31:04.309+08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">When you were here before, </span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Couldn't look you in the eye</span><br />You're just like an angel,<br />Your skin makes me cry<br /><br />You float like a feather<br />In a beautiful world<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">I wish I was special</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">so fucking special</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">But I'm a creep, </span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">I'm a weirdo</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">What the hell am I doin' here?</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">I don't belong here</span><br /><br />I don't care if it hurts,<br />I wanna have control<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">I want a perfect body </span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">I want a perfect soul</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">I want you to notice </span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">when I'm not around</span><br />You're so very special<br />so fucking special<br /><br />But I'm a creep<br />I'm a weirdo<br />What the hell am I doin' here?<br />I don't belong here, ohhhh, ohhhh<br /><br />She's running out the door<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">She's running out</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">She run run run run...</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">run...</span><br /><br />Whatever makes you happy<br />Whatever you want<br />You're so very special<br />I wish I was special<br /><br />But I'm a creep,<br />I'm a weirdo<br />What the hell am I doin' here?<br />I don't belong here<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">I don't belong here...</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5439080-2954504261603922147?l=stainedwithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hazehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12312254510591641310noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5439080.post-80828183180950042622008-04-22T17:11:00.001+08:002008-12-04T09:31:04.309+08:00<div style="text-align: center;">love is like a moving cloud..<br />it floats high and light..<br />it shelters you from the harsh light of the sun..<br />it even divides the anger of the sun out into colourful rays..<br />but it absorbs droplets of pain..<br />and then pours them down in rain..<br />it also absorbs light...<br />and then strikes them down in anger..<br />it can turn grey with sadness..<br />and engulf everything else in pain..<br />but when it leaves...<br />the sun shines and blinds you with it's ferocity<br />and you die.. from the dry piercing warmth that stabs you every now and then<br />..the cuts remind you that you are alone..<br />it tears you up inside and you are reminded of how unworthy you are..<br />but you are not in pain..<br />for the sun numbs you to the core.. and you feel nothing.<br />nothing.<br />not the cold sweet taste of ice cream.. nor the warm hot cocoa...<br />melodies turn into silent drones.. and friends became empty shells of temporary haven..<br />you reach out to touch something.. just hoping that it will remind you of your own existence..<br />but nothing is there.<br />no one is there to save you.<br />no one is there to tenderly stroke your hair and face..<br />no one is there to share comfortable silence with..<br />you no longer feel anything...<br />and that is the worst feeling of all.<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5439080-8082818318095004262?l=stainedwithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hazehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12312254510591641310noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5439080.post-43332506156426674112008-04-21T03:13:00.000+08:002008-12-04T09:31:04.310+08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SyHLNEBKr-4/SAudV8YiJcI/AAAAAAAAAs4/OEsmZ9uIAWo/s1600-h/stress.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SyHLNEBKr-4/SAudV8YiJcI/AAAAAAAAAs4/OEsmZ9uIAWo/s320/stress.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191415995786470850" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">here i am.. aimless.. a rat in the pointless race..<br />when i came across the hall.. and inspiration strikes me hard<br />and all i could think of is ideas and success.<br /><br />man. i miss this feeling.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />men are a selfish race..<br />.self indulgent.<br />i suppose this is an excuse for my mistakes.<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5439080-4333250615642667411?l=stainedwithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hazehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12312254510591641310noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5439080.post-19300437987895890282008-04-18T04:38:00.000+08:002008-12-04T09:31:04.310+08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Sean Kingston's press gathering<br /><br /></span>since ah b been calling up radio stations every now and then.. he kept winning stuff.. one of them was the sean kingston tix to see him n take pics with him<br /><br />but unfortunately we were late.. n couldn't get a personal pic with sean K .. i really don't feel that unfortunate .. really... its just a figure of speech. i am not sorry. either. lol..<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/hazy.glade/BLog/photo#5190319674485850802"><img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/hazy.glade/SAe4PpRzQrI/AAAAAAAAAm0/7GYyBm4BBr8/s400/DSC_0596.jpg" /></a><br />all the winners who managed to get pics with him.. AIH.. now holding goodies waiting for him to arrive at the press conference in Maxis tower just next to KLCC<br /><br /><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/hazy.glade/BLog/photo#5190319674485850818"><img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/hazy.glade/SAe4PpRzQsI/AAAAAAAAAm8/eU3SjwwezXk/s400/DSC_0598.jpg" /></a><br />the booth setup.. too many hotlink ads. i know they are sponsoring. and i m advertising.. i don't want to .. but lol.<br /><br /><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/hazy.glade/BLog/photo#5190319674485850834"><img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/hazy.glade/SAe4PpRzQtI/AAAAAAAAAnE/mWmzY1DkfU4/s400/DSC_0599.jpg" /></a><br />ah b holding winner pass<br /><br /><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/hazy.glade/BLog/photo#5190319674485850850"><img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/hazy.glade/SAe4PpRzQuI/AAAAAAAAAnM/J95nemTqIXY/s400/DSC_0602.jpg" /></a><br />thats. Sean. K. pounds of him<br /><br /><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/hazy.glade/BLog/photo#5190319678780818162"><img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/hazy.glade/SAe4P5RzQvI/AAAAAAAAAnU/G7K-GjWfgsw/s400/DSC_0606.jpg" /></a><br />he never really does smile. really. i m serious.<br /><br /><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/hazy.glade/BLog/photo#5190320048148005634"><img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/hazy.glade/SAe4lZRzQwI/AAAAAAAAAnc/mfcPk4VVcIU/s400/DSC_0608.jpg" /></a><br />media hogging around him trying to get a shot<br /><br /><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/hazy.glade/BLog/photo#5190320052442972946"><img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/hazy.glade/SAe4lpRzQxI/AAAAAAAAAnk/Kivk-34SRAY/s400/DSC_0610.jpg" /></a><br />did i say that he don't smile.. gonna take that back<br /><br /><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/hazy.glade/BLog/photo#5190320052442972962"><img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/hazy.glade/SAe4lpRzQyI/AAAAAAAAAns/l9tWuF2q1To/s400/DSC_0611.jpg" /></a><br />jared n ah b.. jared is on of the hitz fm perodua troupers.. they play footie together..<br /><br /><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/hazy.glade/BLog/photo#5190320052442972978"><img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/hazy.glade/SAe4lpRzQzI/AAAAAAAAAn0/cAqPL5IdHDw/s400/DSC_0613.jpg" /></a><br />after a long long long long wait, we finally got our goodies..<br /><br /><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/hazy.glade/BLog/photo#5190320052442972994"><img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/hazy.glade/SAe4lpRzQ0I/AAAAAAAAAn8/D2Q2-TfDZNk/s400/DSC_0617.jpg" /></a><br />a fan. nope. just going for the event yall<br /><br /><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/hazy.glade/BLog/photo#5190320752522642258"><img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/hazy.glade/SAe5OZRzQ1I/AAAAAAAAAoE/nXuoJam3-QE/s400/DSC_0618.jpg" /></a><br />anyways.. i finally got my mac to the service centre... since it is in klcc next door... the warranty is really great... they are gonna replace my hard disk with a new one.. lol.. nearly typed hard dick<br /><br /><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/hazy.glade/BLog/photo#5190320752522642274"><img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/hazy.glade/SAe5OZRzQ2I/AAAAAAAAAoM/pN7yBd4zreU/s400/DSC_0619.jpg" /></a><br />Machine's<br /><br /><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/hazy.glade/BLog/photo#5190320756817609586"><img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/hazy.glade/SAe5OpRzQ3I/AAAAAAAAAoU/2yXDwnuCnYA/s400/DSC_0620.jpg" /></a><br />the troupers..<br /><br /><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/hazy.glade/BLog/photo#5190320756817609602"><img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/hazy.glade/SAe5OpRzQ4I/AAAAAAAAAoc/ZooydFVTVCE/s400/DSC_0625.jpg" /></a><br />me in front of zouk.. like my shirt? i got it from <a href="http://lazyshop.multiply.com/">lazyshop</a>.. they got really cool clothes!!.. been looking for a midriff for a really long long time..<br /><br /><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/hazy.glade/BLog/photo#5190320756817609618"><img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/hazy.glade/SAe5OpRzQ5I/AAAAAAAAAok/_w1bQyYNvzM/s400/DSC_0626.jpg" /></a><br />goodies to give out..<br /><br /><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/hazy.glade/BLog/photo#5190321306573423522"><img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/hazy.glade/SAe5upRzQ6I/AAAAAAAAAos/iqgsF-RsMwA/s400/DSC_0627.jpg" /></a><br />games before the event.<br /><br /><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/hazy.glade/BLog/photo#5190321306573423538"><img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/hazy.glade/SAe5upRzQ7I/AAAAAAAAAo0/s6eArfAuODs/s400/DSC_0633.jpg" /></a><br />vinn inside of zouk.. it was 8 and empty.. might as well take some pics ya<br /><br /><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/hazy.glade/BLog/photo#5190321310868390850"><img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/hazy.glade/SAe5u5RzQ8I/AAAAAAAAAo8/CQgRVwuHp0w/s400/DSC_0641.jpg" /></a><br />ah b trying to be cool...<br /><br /><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/hazy.glade/BLog/photo#5190321310868390866"><img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/hazy.glade/SAe5u5RzQ9I/AAAAAAAAApE/sIKtk5jsZCw/s400/DSC_0644.jpg" /></a><br />i love love love this pic!!!<br /><br /><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/hazy.glade/BLog/photo#5190321310868390882"><img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/hazy.glade/SAe5u5RzQ-I/AAAAAAAAApM/RV7epqwWW60/s400/DSC_0649.jpg" /></a><br />looming...<br /><br /><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/hazy.glade/BLog/photo#5190321882099041266"><img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/hazy.glade/SAe6QJRzQ_I/AAAAAAAAApU/skeQCaVWfyM/s400/DSC_0651.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/hazy.glade/BLog/photo#5190321882099041282"><img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/hazy.glade/SAe6QJRzRAI/AAAAAAAAApc/5xH3PG2pb6s/s400/DSC_0654.jpg" /></a><br />pics without flash looks soooo goooood...<br /><br /><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/hazy.glade/BLog/photo#5190321886394008594"><img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/hazy.glade/SAe6QZRzRBI/AAAAAAAAApk/xNmW-v9SIqM/s400/DSC_0657.jpg" /></a><br />can even see the flourescent glow of white stuff<br /><br /><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/hazy.glade/BLog/photo#5190321886394008610"><img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/hazy.glade/SAe6QZRzRCI/AAAAAAAAAps/vVh-pHf1UCQ/s400/DSC_0659.jpg" /></a><br />poser. hmph!<br /><br /><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/hazy.glade/BLog/photo#5190321886394008626"><img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/hazy.glade/SAe6QZRzRDI/AAAAAAAAAp0/5LASMhUm5O8/s400/DSC_0660.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/hazy.glade/BLog/photo#5190322491984397378"><img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/hazy.glade/SAe6zpRzREI/AAAAAAAAAp8/_ZD6Smpg4Ok/s400/DSC_0664.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/hazy.glade/BLog/photo#5190322496279364690"><img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/hazy.glade/SAe6z5RzRFI/AAAAAAAAAqE/VKWrcUF5m7g/s400/DSC_0667.jpg" /></a><br />fag addiction<br /><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/hazy.glade/BLog/photo#5190322496279364706"><img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/hazy.glade/SAe6z5RzRGI/AAAAAAAAAqM/YV1cSLjhUKY/s400/DSC_0668.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/hazy.glade/BLog/photo#5190322496279364722"><img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/hazy.glade/SAe6z5RzRHI/AAAAAAAAAqU/BnMkslTqFMY/s400/DSC_0669.jpg" /></a><br />crowd starting to fill in<br /><br /><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/hazy.glade/BLog/photo#5190322496279364738"><img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/hazy.glade/SAe6z5RzRII/AAAAAAAAAqc/3Mt8DQFwshU/s400/DSC_0675.jpg" /></a><br />thats jj from hitz fm being the dj..<br /><br /><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/hazy.glade/BLog/photo#5190324459079419026"><img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/hazy.glade/SAe8mJRzRJI/AAAAAAAAAqk/X5En0qzOd9s/s400/DSC_0678.jpg" /></a><br />the freaking crowd at 9..<br /><br /><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/hazy.glade/BLog/photo#5190324459079419042"><img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/hazy.glade/SAe8mJRzRKI/AAAAAAAAAqs/zBu3q2-f5Q4/s400/DSC_0682.jpg" /></a><br />jj and natalie<br /><br /><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/hazy.glade/BLog/photo#5190324463374386354"><img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/hazy.glade/SAe8mZRzRLI/AAAAAAAAAq0/QLbEEMBTYxg/s400/DSC_0687.jpg" /></a><br />dj jin.. from hk i think.<br /><br /><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/hazy.glade/BLog/photo#5190324463374386370"><img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/hazy.glade/SAe8mZRzRMI/AAAAAAAAAq8/hgWuT4TJ1fI/s400/DSC_0696.jpg" /></a><br />everybody just take pics non stop<br /><br /><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/hazy.glade/BLog/photo#5190324463374386386"><img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/hazy.glade/SAe8mZRzRNI/AAAAAAAAArE/x37zXBn5RVE/s400/DSC_0704.jpg" /></a><br />sean k.. at around 10 pm..<br /><br /><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/hazy.glade/BLog/photo#5190324905756017890"><img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/hazy.glade/SAe9AJRzROI/AAAAAAAAArM/qYnPutiMjbI/s400/DSC_0706.jpg" /></a><br />he sang a freaking 5 songs and he just leave. at 11<br /><br /><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/hazy.glade/BLog/photo#5190324905756017906"><img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/hazy.glade/SAe9AJRzRPI/AAAAAAAAArU/-XZmSt6Vnz0/s400/DSC_0708.jpg" /></a><br />told ya they just want his pics<br /><br /><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/hazy.glade/BLog/photo#5190324910050985218"><img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/hazy.glade/SAe9AZRzRQI/AAAAAAAAArc/dldFA5RpcuI/s400/DSC_0720.jpg" /></a><br />vinn's sudden outburst of enjoyment..<br /><br /><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/hazy.glade/BLog/photo#5190324910050985234"><img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/hazy.glade/SAe9AZRzRRI/AAAAAAAAAro/-IV8etzzXoQ/s400/DSC_0726.jpg" /></a><br />pics without flash. nice.. have to really crank the ISO up<br /><br /><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/hazy.glade/BLog/photo#5190324910050985250"><img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/hazy.glade/SAe9AZRzRSI/AAAAAAAAArw/D3NuvybtvjI/s400/DSC_0728.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/hazy.glade/BLog/photo#5190325356727584050"><img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/hazy.glade/SAe9aZRzRTI/AAAAAAAAAr4/NAm9BQZ8fho/s400/DSC_0733.jpg" /></a><br />typical :0 emoticon<br /><br /><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/hazy.glade/BLog/photo#5190325356727584066"><img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/hazy.glade/SAe9aZRzRUI/AAAAAAAAAsA/cSINr6B906M/s400/DSC_0738.jpg" /></a><br />ah b n jj<br /><br /><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/hazy.glade/BLog/photo#5190325361022551378"><img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/hazy.glade/SAe9apRzRVI/AAAAAAAAAsI/y_szZuCkcGw/s400/DSC_0739.jpg" /></a><br />me n jj<br /><br /><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/hazy.glade/BLog/photo#5190325361022551394"><img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/hazy.glade/SAe9apRzRWI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/q9P60z4ZedI/s400/DSC_0741.jpg" /></a><br />vinn and her glam presense<br /><br />hmm. i wonder if u can tell whether i had a good time or not. ..<br />i rather watch hannah montana at home.. n it be a better blog post value than this<br /><br /><br />on to more interesting stuff.. vinn stayed over at my place .. i adapted her into my unhealthy lifestyle of eating in the middle of the night.<br /><br />eating roast DUCKS.<br /><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/hazy.glade/BLog/photo#5190325361022551410"><img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/hazy.glade/SAe9apRzRXI/AAAAAAAAAsY/6CijZXVh4sQ/s400/DSC_0742.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/hazy.glade/BLog/photo#5190328668147369346"><img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/hazy.glade/SAfAbJRzRYI/AAAAAAAAAsg/69N-hyXNsmI/s400/DSC_0743.jpg" /></a><br />i suppose if i turn it upside down i look less horrible<br /><br /><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/hazy.glade/BLog/photo#5190328668147369362"><img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/hazy.glade/SAfAbJRzRZI/AAAAAAAAAso/0KMJJ9yFpxc/s400/DSC_0745.jpg" /></a><br />we worked without sleep.. i havent sleep well for a llooooonnng time..<br />n my neck freaking hurts so bad that i couldnt turn my head.. my dad did this.<br /><br /><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/hazy.glade/BLog/photo#5190328668147369378"><img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/hazy.glade/SAfAbJRzRaI/AAAAAAAAAsw/jrFCSAG32ek/s400/DSC_0746.jpg" /></a><br />i did this like 5 days ago n the marks are still there. shit.....<br /><br /><br /><br />back to work.. compositing.. can't really help when the texturing is bad.. u'll see what i mean<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/hazy.glade/BLog/photo#5190318909981672034"><img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/hazy.glade/SAe3jJRzQmI/AAAAAAAAAmM/ZP6vJgIAo90/s400/bg.jpg" /></a><br />this is the environment pass....<br /><br /><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/hazy.glade/BLog/photo#5190318914276639378"><img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/hazy.glade/SAe3jZRzQpI/AAAAAAAAAmk/8BjybMF-MCg/s400/tunnellihgt.png" /></a><br />and this is the fog light pass..<br /><br /><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/hazy.glade/BLog/photo#5190318909981672050"><img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/hazy.glade/SAe3jJRzQnI/AAAAAAAAAmU/k2oEGj9ZXhg/s400/comp1.jpg" /></a><br />this is the composited pass of the 2 above.. giving the light pass.. looks ok.. like some white tundra scene..<br /><br /><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/hazy.glade/BLog/photo#5190318918571606690"><img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/hazy.glade/SAe3jpRzQqI/AAAAAAAAAms/6OECmhKeD3A/s400/lights.jpg" /></a><br />another one.. its not hdri anyway.. all spotlights<br /><br /><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/hazy.glade/BLog/photo#5190318914276639362"><img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/hazy.glade/SAe3jZRzQoI/AAAAAAAAAmc/0uGmLlXNVBI/s400/dif.png" /></a><br />and this is the freaking diffuse pass. the texture.. how the heck m i supposed to make this look good.<br />eh. how?<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SyHLNEBKr-4/SAe0tJRzQlI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/URfiuQIwhyI/s1600-h/comp2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SyHLNEBKr-4/SAe0tJRzQlI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/URfiuQIwhyI/s320/comp2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190315783245480530" border="0" /></a>this is the best i can do. omg.. i just wanna sleep.. fuck work.<br /><br />i m so tired of reassuring.. reassuring..<br />when kids keep getting what they want.... when they are adults they will try and act like a kid again just to get what they want. well guess what. it wont work.<br />grow up man.<br /><br />my eyes are damn red... from lack of sleep. eye bags so deep photoshop wont be able to cover them soon.. work is killing me. slowly. but surely.<br /><br />i am inspired to paint.<br /><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5439080-1930043798789589028?l=stainedwithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hazehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12312254510591641310noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5439080.post-5815356333040000012008-04-16T01:19:00.000+08:002008-12-04T09:31:04.311+08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SyHLNEBKr-4/SATj2JRzQiI/AAAAAAAAAk4/kcwoDPx5Yms/s1600-h/fbb.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SyHLNEBKr-4/SATj2JRzQiI/AAAAAAAAAk4/kcwoDPx5Yms/s320/fbb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189523189980676642" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">full view pls.. top grafitti again.. yay!!<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">i been and will be busy this week.. i will be uploading the sean kingston photos later.. so sorry.. :(<br />i havent slept for more than3 hours duration for the past 4 days..<br />i cleaned my room.. god knows how difficult that can be..<br />i am the kinda girl that hates to go into the shower, but once i m in the shower i hate to go out..<br />same with cleaning.. i hate to start cleaning, but once i start i can't stop..<br />i cleaned non stop for 4 hours.. how cool is that..<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SyHLNEBKr-4/SATmyZRzQjI/AAAAAAAAAlA/H1TKxfpuE-8/s1600-h/Page-Mockup-10.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SyHLNEBKr-4/SATmyZRzQjI/AAAAAAAAAlA/H1TKxfpuE-8/s320/Page-Mockup-10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189526424091050546" border="0" /></a>this is the photoshop mockup of the website.. i still can't get the menu right... help. it supposed to show the appropriate group of links when mouse over.. but i can't get the css to split up the menu sub-menu level to be in another div layer.. damn<br /><br />i have just finished coding my cyberpreneurship class'es website.. done in <a href="http://www.joomla.org/">JOOMLA</a> with css coded in dreamweaver... take a lookie <a href="http://www.hazelong.com/ajv">here</a><br /><br />i got some coding to do regarding all the ugly white space in the content section n perhaps fix the menu.. i need help n suggestions !!!<br /><br />i will be going to the <a href="http://lasjedi.com/">lucasfilm jedi master class tour</a> tomorrow at hiltons.. i know i can't bring camera but the email stated "Video taping and picture taking are not allowed during the event."<br /><br />DURING LA DURING.. time to channel my SLR chick antenna.<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5439080-581535633304000001?l=stainedwithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hazehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12312254510591641310noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5439080.post-49359537104529098082008-04-10T23:31:00.001+08:002008-12-04T09:31:04.311+08:00wow.. was linking back to some posts.. reading back on your own blog is a reflective thing to do..<br /><div style="text-align: center;">stage after stage of anger and depression.<br />its like rewinding the stages of your life.. reading long forgotten secrets..<br /><br /><br /><a aiotarget="false" aiotitle="" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://fc08.deviantart.com/fs29/f/2008/100/7/a/jake_gyllenhaal_by_hazelong.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 162px; height: 240px;" src="http://fc08.deviantart.com/fs29/f/2008/100/7/a/jake_gyllenhaal_by_hazelong.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><a aiotarget="false" aiotitle="" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v345/hazy_glade/second/bc9b11af.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 152px; height: 176px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v345/hazy_glade/second/bc9b11af.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>my 14 year old sense of art rewinded into 6 years old sense of art... ( i dun think my sense of art is more mature than 14 years old right now....-_-)<br /><br /><a aiotarget="false" aiotitle="" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SyHLNEBKr-4/R_hkjAx-EUI/AAAAAAAAAhw/kjdePJ6ris4/s320/DSC_0622.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 143px; height: 215px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SyHLNEBKr-4/R_hkjAx-EUI/AAAAAAAAAhw/kjdePJ6ris4/s320/DSC_0622.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><a aiotarget="false" aiotitle="" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v345/hazy_glade/menew.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 145px; height: 194px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v345/hazy_glade/menew.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>then my face.. from heavily made up to heavily photoshopped. hmm..<br />the way i type.. from now to angry to sad to angry to sad to cursing and cursing.<br />n of cos all my relationships. all in this blog.<br />declarations of love and hate.<br /><br /><br />i m way beyond all that. 6 pages before, the person blogging is definitely not me..changed alot already..<br />i no longer wanna declare my love for anyone.. or write hate blogs cursing others.<br />i have learnt to be low profile. what happens in my life stays in my life. blog is a public channel in which i have divided a part of me to channel out.<br />now it is all shallow, photos and photos of nothingness.<br />works and works of nothingness...<br />looks like the more i grow the less i show..<br /><br />sometimes i m just so weary.. of keeping up expectations..<br />usually people think lowly of me n i strive hard to prove them wrong.<br />now its the other way round..<br />these few weeks i m having the time of my life shocking people around me with unbelievable acts.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">haze? SMOKING???</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">haze? CLUBBING??</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">haze? BIKINI PHOTOS??</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">haze? MAKE UP TUTORIALS???</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">haze? FUCKING UP MMU DEGREE??</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">haze? ACTUALLY FINDING FRIENDS TO HANG OUT???<br />haze? GOING BACK ON WEEKENDS???<br /></span><br />pls.. those who is silly enough to claim that they influenced me pls.. as if you can.. *flings hair behind haugtily*<br />this is all me.. no blaming pls.<br />maybe i should even change my name..<br />haha... temporary phase? or a new growth phase..<br />but it feels damn right good. to let go. and fall free.<br />free fall to nothingness.<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5439080-4935953710452909808?l=stainedwithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hazehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12312254510591641310noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5439080.post-85042190701299763012008-04-10T18:03:00.000+08:002008-12-04T09:31:04.312+08:00<div style="text-align: center;">running thin. taut.<br />snap!<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5439080-8504219070129976301?l=stainedwithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hazehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12312254510591641310noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5439080.post-60356637631430098772008-04-10T01:39:00.000+08:002008-12-04T09:31:04.313+08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://fc08.deviantart.com/fs29/f/2008/100/7/a/jake_gyllenhaal_by_hazelong.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://fc08.deviantart.com/fs29/f/2008/100/7/a/jake_gyllenhaal_by_hazelong.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />a quick doodle...<br />softie - corel painter<br />duration - 3 hannah montana episodes<br />tools - blending oils.. pencils.. eraser.. blending stump..<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />a clump. so high.<br />a whiff. so high.<br />a pocketful. of nothingness.<br />cramped tight inside.<br /><br />a smoke. so high.<br />a drag. so high.<br />pretense for nobody.<br />to fool myself.<br /><br />a temptation. so high.<br />a stray. so high.<br />discipline.<br />where is it?<br /><br />a drink. so high.<br />a swing. so high.<br />what's all the paint for.<br />if it is not for you.<br /><br />future.<br />here i come.<br />stumbling.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5439080-6035663763143009877?l=stainedwithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hazehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12312254510591641310noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5439080.post-43198873810048705562008-04-08T16:30:00.000+08:002008-12-04T09:31:04.313+08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SyHLNEBKr-4/R_sv4Qx-ElI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/Ni1yRwAvSjA/s1600-h/heiz00.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SyHLNEBKr-4/R_sv4Qx-ElI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/Ni1yRwAvSjA/s320/heiz00.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186792039470994002" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SyHLNEBKr-4/R_sv4gx-EmI/AAAAAAAAAkY/qlO1iYYl2g0/s1600-h/Hazy_Glade_16.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SyHLNEBKr-4/R_sv4gx-EmI/AAAAAAAAAkY/qlO1iYYl2g0/s320/Hazy_Glade_16.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186792043765961314" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SyHLNEBKr-4/R_sv5Qx-EnI/AAAAAAAAAkg/vwMd7gTxLTU/s1600-h/Hazy_Glade_9.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SyHLNEBKr-4/R_sv5Qx-EnI/AAAAAAAAAkg/vwMd7gTxLTU/s320/Hazy_Glade_9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186792056650863218" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SyHLNEBKr-4/R_sv5gx-EoI/AAAAAAAAAko/qbRS4At8yHs/s1600-h/Hazy_Glade_13.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SyHLNEBKr-4/R_sv5gx-EoI/AAAAAAAAAko/qbRS4At8yHs/s320/Hazy_Glade_13.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186792060945830530" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SyHLNEBKr-4/R_sv6Ax-EpI/AAAAAAAAAkw/YjRRzaWZR-I/s1600-h/Hazy_Glade_5.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SyHLNEBKr-4/R_sv6Ax-EpI/AAAAAAAAAkw/YjRRzaWZR-I/s320/Hazy_Glade_5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186792069535765138" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">sometimes. the first thing you want never comes.<br />sometimes. the last thing you want comes in first.<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5439080-4319887381004870556?l=stainedwithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hazehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12312254510591641310noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5439080.post-75627316567935455292008-04-07T16:46:00.002+08:002008-12-04T09:31:04.314+08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">TO STOP THE MUSIC IN MY BLOG : see the slide show on the right?</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">there is a mini youtube video playing.. click on the audio button to mute it<br /><br />edit:added more pics di<br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SyHLNEBKr-4/R_ngMgx-EcI/AAAAAAAAAiw/v2FXpaxYo8Q/s1600-h/_MG_7558-small.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SyHLNEBKr-4/R_ngMgx-EcI/AAAAAAAAAiw/v2FXpaxYo8Q/s320/_MG_7558-small.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186422951456412098" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">wait until i sott. put here first la. pls dun think that i enjoying the waterfall. fucking cold i tell u. at this stage din show only.. in later pics my face pik cik already.. but the shoot was fun.. cuz alot of photographers i feel like some celebrity with alot alot of paparazi.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SyHLNEBKr-4/R_nm4wx-EfI/AAAAAAAAAjI/cdp6dSqI5KM/s1600-h/2388717961_ce7dbb9c5b_o.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SyHLNEBKr-4/R_nm4wx-EfI/AAAAAAAAAjI/cdp6dSqI5KM/s320/2388717961_ce7dbb9c5b_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186430308735390194" border="0" /></a>if my leg got so long i wont close my legs already. -_-<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SyHLNEBKr-4/R_nrGwx-EgI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/1mBnaDNbUjI/s1600-h/2389763281_962e03a211_o.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SyHLNEBKr-4/R_nrGwx-EgI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/1mBnaDNbUjI/s320/2389763281_962e03a211_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186434947300069890" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SyHLNEBKr-4/R_nrHQx-EhI/AAAAAAAAAjY/nU_s5lk3tbg/s1600-h/EV052157.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SyHLNEBKr-4/R_nrHQx-EhI/AAAAAAAAAjY/nU_s5lk3tbg/s320/EV052157.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186434955890004498" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SyHLNEBKr-4/R_nrHQx-EiI/AAAAAAAAAjg/_3v_zrP3wYc/s1600-h/f_IMG0074copym_87792fb.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SyHLNEBKr-4/R_nrHQx-EiI/AAAAAAAAAjg/_3v_zrP3wYc/s320/f_IMG0074copym_87792fb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186434955890004514" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SyHLNEBKr-4/R_nrHwx-EjI/AAAAAAAAAjo/Mff7cUog2Dw/s1600-h/mg1826wx8.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SyHLNEBKr-4/R_nrHwx-EjI/AAAAAAAAAjo/Mff7cUog2Dw/s320/mg1826wx8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186434964479939122" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SyHLNEBKr-4/R_nrIAx-EkI/AAAAAAAAAjw/0mBat52CB-8/s1600-h/mg1900wj8.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SyHLNEBKr-4/R_nrIAx-EkI/AAAAAAAAAjw/0mBat52CB-8/s320/mg1900wj8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186434968774906434" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SyHLNEBKr-4/R_ngMQx-EaI/AAAAAAAAAig/D7H1jPr2LF0/s1600-h/_DSC7017ab.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SyHLNEBKr-4/R_ngMQx-EaI/AAAAAAAAAig/D7H1jPr2LF0/s320/_DSC7017ab.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186422947161444770" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SyHLNEBKr-4/R_ngMQx-EbI/AAAAAAAAAio/nKGow8d_mug/s1600-h/700hed.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SyHLNEBKr-4/R_ngMQx-EbI/AAAAAAAAAio/nKGow8d_mug/s320/700hed.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186422947161444786" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">oh btw. i cut my hair liao. after the shoot i went n cut.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SyHLNEBKr-4/R_nkyQx-EdI/AAAAAAAAAi4/0A6qMfLKv4s/s1600-h/IMG_0023-upload-1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SyHLNEBKr-4/R_nkyQx-EdI/AAAAAAAAAi4/0A6qMfLKv4s/s320/IMG_0023-upload-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186427998042984914" border="0" /></a>now only they gimme the forum. i blog again after i choose pic. ish. now only give. ish. not fair.ish<br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5439080-7562731656793545529?l=stainedwithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hazehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12312254510591641310noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5439080.post-8949027112398244062008-04-06T13:38:00.000+08:002008-12-04T09:31:04.315+08:00<div style="text-align: center;">i have finally revamped my blog.. at least now it looks like a blog of mine.. instead of some default template...<br /><br />it works best with firefox n IE7... so if my blog look shitty in ur IE.. thats because it is not above version 5... omg.. version 5 is already very old.. how old is your browser?? n who even uses internet explorer??<br /><br />anyway.. while awaiting some professional pics from the photoshoot, look at my shots taken by me when i was resting...<br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SyHLNEBKr-4/R_hi9Qx-EPI/AAAAAAAAAhI/NkfRoFfU-AA/s1600-h/DSC_0616.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SyHLNEBKr-4/R_hi9Qx-EPI/AAAAAAAAAhI/NkfRoFfU-AA/s320/DSC_0616.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186003775533224178" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SyHLNEBKr-4/R_hi9gx-EQI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/Z3cA2qbWFwM/s1600-h/DSC_0617.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SyHLNEBKr-4/R_hi9gx-EQI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/Z3cA2qbWFwM/s320/DSC_0617.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186003779828191490" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SyHLNEBKr-4/R_hi-Ax-ESI/AAAAAAAAAhg/nWiRg9Id_cY/s1600-h/DSC_0620.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SyHLNEBKr-4/R_hi-Ax-ESI/AAAAAAAAAhg/nWiRg9Id_cY/s320/DSC_0620.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186003788418126114" border="0" /></a><br />damn tiring.. have to climb up the mountain to get to the waterfall.. not an easy climb as i am so weak and fragile.. ahem<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SyHLNEBKr-4/R_hi8wx-EOI/AAAAAAAAAhA/XgTccwgKoFw/s1600-h/DSC_0613.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SyHLNEBKr-4/R_hi8wx-EOI/AAAAAAAAAhA/XgTccwgKoFw/s320/DSC_0613.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186003766943289570" border="0" /></a><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SyHLNEBKr-4/R_hi9wx-ERI/AAAAAAAAAhY/GiqSxUbqfm8/s1600-h/DSC_0618.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SyHLNEBKr-4/R_hi9wx-ERI/AAAAAAAAAhY/GiqSxUbqfm8/s320/DSC_0618.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186003784123158802" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">ah b is always looming in photos.. i have to put my head in front of his to avoid that from happening..<br />i look like some weird mongrel mix.<br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SyHLNEBKr-4/R_hkiwx-ETI/AAAAAAAAAho/h47d6HcAlP4/s1600-h/DSC_0621.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SyHLNEBKr-4/R_hkiwx-ETI/AAAAAAAAAho/h47d6HcAlP4/s320/DSC_0621.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186005519289946418" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SyHLNEBKr-4/R_hkjAx-EUI/AAAAAAAAAhw/kjdePJ6ris4/s1600-h/DSC_0622.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SyHLNEBKr-4/R_hkjAx-EUI/AAAAAAAAAhw/kjdePJ6ris4/s320/DSC_0622.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186005523584913730" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SyHLNEBKr-4/R_hkjQx-EVI/AAAAAAAAAh4/CSerDFQoSl8/s1600-h/DSC_0624.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SyHLNEBKr-4/R_hkjQx-EVI/AAAAAAAAAh4/CSerDFQoSl8/s320/DSC_0624.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186005527879881042" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SyHLNEBKr-4/R_hkjQx-EWI/AAAAAAAAAiA/OP5gTxYrFM4/s1600-h/DSC_0625.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SyHLNEBKr-4/R_hkjQx-EWI/AAAAAAAAAiA/OP5gTxYrFM4/s320/DSC_0625.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186005527879881058" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SyHLNEBKr-4/R_hkjgx-EXI/AAAAAAAAAiI/CbT9rr9Q1qA/s1600-h/DSC_0626.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SyHLNEBKr-4/R_hkjgx-EXI/AAAAAAAAAiI/CbT9rr9Q1qA/s320/DSC_0626.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186005532174848370" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SyHLNEBKr-4/R_hkvwx-EYI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/DAptCEBtOQA/s1600-h/DSC_0627.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SyHLNEBKr-4/R_hkvwx-EYI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/DAptCEBtOQA/s320/DSC_0627.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186005742628245890" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SyHLNEBKr-4/R_hkwAx-EZI/AAAAAAAAAiY/_8B9KwjtJos/s1600-h/DSC_0628.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SyHLNEBKr-4/R_hkwAx-EZI/AAAAAAAAAiY/_8B9KwjtJos/s320/DSC_0628.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186005746923213202" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">i told you i was bored. lol.. hope the pics arrive soon YEA!<br /><br />i had enough of stone camouflaged frogs for a while..<br /><br />oh n if there are any bugs in my blog pls report them... coding bugs la..<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5439080-894902711239824406?l=stainedwithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hazehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12312254510591641310noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5439080.post-84952302681822649992008-04-05T02:05:00.001+08:002008-12-04T09:31:04.315+08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">EDIT : right now it looks alright with firefox, the sidebar havent do yet and some custom images also.. but if u were to open it in IE it is really screwed up.. bear with it awhile more.. :D</span><br /><br />these few days u will notice some weird changes in my blog.. which is as of now a pink content with wood background.. i m trying to revamp my blog into THIS..<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SyHLNEBKr-4/R_ZudAx-ENI/AAAAAAAAAgw/GzstkgoBG-c/s1600-h/blog.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SyHLNEBKr-4/R_ZudAx-ENI/AAAAAAAAAgw/GzstkgoBG-c/s320/blog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185453465668554962" border="0" /></a><br />but because i m so busy.. it will be in stages before it actually reach this stage.. some stuff may look very off right now.. pls pardon it.. k..<br />i need to practice my CSS programming for my upcoming projects..<br /><br />next week will be a busy one.. full of work and events..<br />events such as...<br /><br />0. Bikini photoshoot tomorrow<br />1. mix fm vip Street Kings passes<br />2. Sean Kingston Zouk unplugged<br /><br />and whatever that comes along...<br />you can expect lots of pictures..<br /><br />my mac is being reinstalled.. very poorly.. keeps hanging.. very bad..<br />i finally called the apple protection centre.. very efficient transfered my call to INDIA.<br />lol..<br /><br />i lost my wallet yesterday. but i was lucky enough that someone kind has picked it up.. i will get it back tomorrow. blessed are the good people.<br /><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5439080-8495230268182264999?l=stainedwithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hazehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12312254510591641310noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5439080.post-52583500505832771392008-04-04T20:29:00.001+08:002008-12-04T09:31:04.316+08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2Isito2qCJg/R_XIStJmm0I/AAAAAAAAA7M/O7qrb4PaImg/s400/DSC03340.JPG"> </a>grabbed from <a href="http://themoulinrouge28.blogspot.com/">ruby'</a>s blog.. thanks for putting them up!!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">she is this uber hot blogger from the mandarin blogger community!!...<br /><br />with super hot moves and a bod to spare... what else can you ask for...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2Isito2qCJg/R_XIStJmm0I/AAAAAAAAA7M/O7qrb4PaImg/s400/DSC03340.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2Isito2qCJg/R_XIStJmm0I/AAAAAAAAA7M/O7qrb4PaImg/s400/DSC03340.JPG" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />vinn and ruby<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a aiotarget="false" aiotitle="" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2Isito2qCJg/R_XNcdJmm3I/AAAAAAAAA7k/DB3fCs5CJ-g/s400/DSC03337a.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2Isito2qCJg/R_XNcdJmm3I/AAAAAAAAA7k/DB3fCs5CJ-g/s400/DSC03337a.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />me and vinn<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2Isito2qCJg/R_XKPtJmm2I/AAAAAAAAA7c/sohDdQGM278/s400/DSC03336.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2Isito2qCJg/R_XKPtJmm2I/AAAAAAAAA7c/sohDdQGM278/s400/DSC03336.JPG" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />angel, me and vinn<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2Isito2qCJg/R_XIbtJmm1I/AAAAAAAAA7U/t_AKVHbd1g0/s400/DSC03339.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2Isito2qCJg/R_XIbtJmm1I/AAAAAAAAA7U/t_AKVHbd1g0/s400/DSC03339.JPG" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />vinn and ruby again.. where is vinn looking. lolz..<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5439080-5258350050583277139?l=stainedwithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hazehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12312254510591641310noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5439080.post-4692069270027982992008-04-04T06:30:00.000+08:002008-12-04T09:31:04.317+08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SyHLNEBKr-4/R_VhzAx-EKI/AAAAAAAAAf8/FjEJQgld4TI/s1600-h/DSC_0591.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SyHLNEBKr-4/R_VhzAx-EKI/AAAAAAAAAf8/FjEJQgld4TI/s320/DSC_0591.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185158074997805218" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">the full horror my boyfriend faces every waking hour he spend with me. no wonder he always look so scared.<br />but seriously, i dun really look that bad la ok. i exaggerated a lil bit with my expression and my hair to get the ulti ugly betty look.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SyHLNEBKr-4/R_VhfAx-EJI/AAAAAAAAAf0/VSwp3rRo0Tw/s1600-h/DSC_0592.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SyHLNEBKr-4/R_VhfAx-EJI/AAAAAAAAAf0/VSwp3rRo0Tw/s320/DSC_0592.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185157731400421522" border="0" /></a><br />put curlers somore. look like the kung fu hustle auntie.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SyHLNEBKr-4/R_Vhewx-EII/AAAAAAAAAfs/zW_o7U8IBOI/s1600-h/DSC_0593.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SyHLNEBKr-4/R_Vhewx-EII/AAAAAAAAAfs/zW_o7U8IBOI/s320/DSC_0593.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185157727105454210" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">cleaned up my face abit with foundation and powders.. at least now look like human<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SyHLNEBKr-4/R_VjUgx-ELI/AAAAAAAAAgE/fq3MZwaauGg/s1600-h/DSC_0594.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SyHLNEBKr-4/R_VjUgx-ELI/AAAAAAAAAgE/fq3MZwaauGg/s320/DSC_0594.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185159750035050674" border="0" /></a><br />brows n blush..<br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SyHLNEBKr-4/R_Vhdgx-EGI/AAAAAAAAAfc/Z16y1EirDlE/s1600-h/DSC_0595.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SyHLNEBKr-4/R_Vhdgx-EGI/AAAAAAAAAfc/Z16y1EirDlE/s320/DSC_0595.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185157705630617698" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">pardon my sleepy eyes.. lame attempt trying to look sexy..put eyeshadow already.. MAC FAFI.. yay!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SyHLNEBKr-4/R_VhdQx-EFI/AAAAAAAAAfU/1NAqIIP5-YE/s1600-h/DSC_0596.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SyHLNEBKr-4/R_VhdQx-EFI/AAAAAAAAAfU/1NAqIIP5-YE/s320/DSC_0596.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185157701335650386" border="0" /></a><br />eyelashes and mascara.. now look too awake.. fuck<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SyHLNEBKr-4/R_Vg5gx-EEI/AAAAAAAAAfM/B4dR7lbASJM/s1600-h/DSC_0597.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SyHLNEBKr-4/R_Vg5gx-EEI/AAAAAAAAAfM/B4dR7lbASJM/s320/DSC_0597.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185157087155327042" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">sorry i forgot to take the final pic after the make up and hair do.. i went out then come back only i take.. make up half gone.. so i use photoshop paint back abit to look like before.. haha..<br />with lipstick n um.. half the hairdo.<br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">why must i put super ugly defaming pictures of myself n show how i paint myself up with plastic?<br />cuz right now i m comfortable with the way i look, i know how much i am worth and i am not ashamed to make use of the little worth that i have. i am honest.<br />are you?<br /><br />--------------------<br /><br />i can feel the stereo waves<br />the vibes hitting me<br />but all i could think of is you.<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5439080-469206927002798299?l=stainedwithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hazehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12312254510591641310noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5439080.post-36722922455079453582008-03-31T23:29:00.000+08:002008-12-04T09:31:04.318+08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.geekanoids.co.uk/uploaded_images/MacBook-Pro-YourLogo-703384.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.geekanoids.co.uk/uploaded_images/MacBook-Pro-YourLogo-703384.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">i havent been this distressed for a long time<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">I made a move that is both stupid n foolish<br /></span><span> i know its not gonna happen, i know i m stupid for doing it.<br />and yet i go n do it.<br />very good. serves me right<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">II my MAC book pro crashed<br /></span>when my windows crash.. i will rejoice and think that yay! i can finally upgrade this junk.<br />but my MAC crashed. nothing could ever prepared me for this day.<br />i totally love my MAC, i abandoned my useless windows for months, just doting on my MAC<br />everything is inside. lovely photos, my hard work..<br />it just crashed. HD failure.<br />i am so distressed right now.<br />i can't do anything, because..<br />1. i don't have a small screwdriver to readjust the position of the hd inside...<br />2. the boot up disc is in my home far far away for me to try to boot from cd<br />3. the warranty is also in my home far far away... which is my last resort as they will just replace a new hd for me.. my darling data will be gone.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">III HELP</span><br /></span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5439080-3672292245507945358?l=stainedwithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hazehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12312254510591641310noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5439080.post-16129198837084008302008-03-27T18:15:00.000+08:002008-12-04T09:31:04.318+08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><u>Skin Care</u></span><br /></div><p style="text-align: center;"><strong> What facial cleanser do you use?</strong></p><p style="text-align: center;"><strong></strong><br /><a aiotarget="false" aiotitle="" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.za-ny.com/product/cleansing/img/4_photo.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 93px; height: 232px;" src="http://www.za-ny.com/product/cleansing/img/4_photo.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />everyone knows that i don't wash my face... but when i m really desperate i use this...</p><p style="text-align: center;">its gel-like.. i put it on my make up face dry.. massage it in and then wash off.. but i used this product since i got into MMU.. so u can practically count how many times i washed my face since coming here... the tube is almost half full<br /></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;"><strong>What moisturizer do you use?</strong><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.violica.com/images/1587large.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.violica.com/images/1587large.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;"> i don't use moisturizer too.. hahahaaha OMG i m so MANLY.. FUCK... but there was this period of time after the MTV production when i got really damn dark so i bought this to make myself fair again, but of cos no miracles<br /></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;"><strong>How many times a day do you wash your face?</strong><br />i don't wash my face lok<br /></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;"><strong>Do you use eye makeup remover?</strong><br />yea.. when i m rushed i use baby pet pet wipes.. it works damn good ok..no weird chemicals cuz its for babies.. n wipe off any kind of make up too..</p><p style="text-align: center;">for mascara i will be forced to use the Shu Uemura Oil Cleanser. i din buy it ok.. it came in the prize package i won for the shu uemura competition<br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><strong>If so, What kind?</strong><br /></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://the-green-apple.co.uk/store/images/baby-wipes.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://the-green-apple.co.uk/store/images/baby-wipes.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a></p><p style="text-align: center;">not this brand la of cos. anything works la. i m not very picky</p><p style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://beaut.ie/blog/wp-content/uploads/2007/11/shu.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://beaut.ie/blog/wp-content/uploads/2007/11/shu.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a></p><p style="text-align: center;">i bet you can wash tattoo off with this. LOL. its good.. but if it gets in ur eyes ur vision will be blurred for a while..<br /></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;"><strong>Is your skin oily, dry, or combination skin?</strong><br />dunno ah. combo gua</p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;"><strong>What is the best part about your skin?</strong><br />that it is smooth? so far la.<br /></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>What are your skin problems?</strong><br />I get dark easily... big bad eye bags too.. and when i get pimples. it fucking big ok. n i got pretty bad scars too<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><u>Makeup</u></span><br /><strong> What foundation do you use?</strong></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;"><a aiotarget="false" aiotitle="" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.shuuemura-usa.com/images/product/LG/952_ver_lg.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 164px; height: 240px;" src="http://www.shuuemura-usa.com/images/product/LG/952_ver_lg.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />YAY MY FAVOURITE PART....<br />ok i used to use Shu Uemura Under UV base, it is damn light but i finsihed it...</p><p style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/31SDZCR212L._AA280_.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/31SDZCR212L._AA280_.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a></p><p style="text-align: center;">so right now i m using Laura Mercier's hydrating foundation in Sand... I love love love it! eh why this questionaire so useless.. never ask about concealers n camouflage one? i ask for it la.</p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">What concealers do you use?</span></p><p style="text-align: center;">um.. concealers are for eye area right.. cuz it slides and its oily...<br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">so gotta use camouflage for face.. it doesn't slide as much n you can build up on the parts u wanna cove3r, concealer u wanna build it keep sliding. damn annoying</p><p style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/21CH425YY2L._AA280_.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/21CH425YY2L._AA280_.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a></p><p style="text-align: center;">for concealer i use MAC studio stick.. seriously MAC products are damn overrated. useless wan.</p><p style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://p4.p.pixnet.net/albums/userpics/4/9/560849/1191884258.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 184px; height: 184px;" src="http://p4.p.pixnet.net/albums/userpics/4/9/560849/1191884258.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a></p><p style="text-align: center;">camouflage i use laura mercier camouflage. EFFING good lor. really. got 2 shades for u to mix somore<br /></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;"><strong>What powder do you use?</strong></p><p style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.shuuemura-usa.com/images/product/LG/612_lg_sq.gif"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.shuuemura-usa.com/images/product/LG/612_lg_sq.gif" alt="" border="0" /></a></p><p style="text-align: center;">Shu Uemura Loose powder... it was in the prize package too.. dunno what to do without it. its ok la.. translucent and light enough<br /><br /></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;"><strong>What eyebrow pencil do you use?</strong><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://di1.shopping.com/images/di/61/47/59/4f524f524f6d65445452786d426e57615f4f51-100x100-0-0.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 116px; height: 116px;" src="http://di1.shopping.com/images/di/61/47/59/4f524f524f6d65445452786d426e57615f4f51-100x100-0-0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Shu uemura seal brown eyebrow pencil.. also from the prize box.. ok la natural lor. but need to sharpen geh<br /></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;"><strong>What eyeliner do you use?</strong><br />some cheap loreal shit . useless. brush damn thick always make me look gothic. fuck la. i need some elegant wand to draw thin lines. not some fat clumsy loreal shit. oh is liquid btw</p><p style="text-align: center;">wow its so bad i cant even find the damn pic<br /></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;"><strong>What is your favorite eyeshadow?</strong><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://shinymedia.headshift.com/kissandmakeup/images/photos/uncategorized/mac_pigment_2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://shinymedia.headshift.com/kissandmakeup/images/photos/uncategorized/mac_pigment_2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2334/1612426551_d6d6c178f2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2334/1612426551_d6d6c178f2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />hmm.. mac pigments lor..the only usable products from MAC is their eye range products.. ish.. ok la. need to mix with the liquid before usage.. and my pallete is not the one up there.. my got cold colours only<br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">and the kate eyeshadow but my pallete is not in the picture... mine has some gold flakes pallete wan..<br /></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;"><strong>What mascara do you use?</strong><br /></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y72/clarentina/st-316637-1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y72/clarentina/st-316637-1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />i used loreal shocking volume.. it was good la.. but damn hard to wash off cuz of teh white primer... i switched to the lighter majorca majolica mascara.. it is smoother than loreal but the volume it gives is not that good lor. but its lighter n easier to wash off.. if i put the primer first n use the majorca then its good for a dramatic day out. eh why the questionnaire never ask about blush. useless</p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">What blusher do you use?</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><a aiotarget="false" aiotitle="" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.productsifter.com/images/journalist/220/benetint.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 225px;" src="http://www.productsifter.com/images/journalist/220/benetint.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a></p><p style="text-align: center;">benefit's benetint. the most natural blush. ever. can last damn long</p><p style="text-align: center;">PLUS it can be used to stain the lips. its kinda cool huh.<br /></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;"><strong>What are your favorite lipbalms/glosses/sticks?:</strong></p><p style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://graphics8.nytimes.com/images/2007/04/15/style/tmagazine/15lipstick.xlarge1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://graphics8.nytimes.com/images/2007/04/15/style/tmagazine/15lipstick.xlarge1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />i love shu uemura lipsticks.. once u have used it u wont use anything else.. it is wet, glides easily.. n very good to the touch.. no sticky firm feeling.. very light feeling..<br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">don't buy MAC lipglass pls. awful. its damn dry.. not suitable for young women.. maybe for older women whose lipsticks always feather...<br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://di1.shopping.com/images/pi/eb/68/1d/38018819-177x150-0-0.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 153px; height: 130px;" src="http://di1.shopping.com/images/pi/eb/68/1d/38018819-177x150-0-0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a></p><p style="text-align: center;">i use maquillage glossy gloss its amazing. it has 3 layers of shine too!</p><p style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://content.nordstrom.com/ImageGallery/store/product/Medium/0/_5439100.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 154px; height: 236px;" src="http://content.nordstrom.com/ImageGallery/store/product/Medium/0/_5439100.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a></p><p style="text-align: center;">i use shu uemura's lip liner too..mine is in nude<br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><u><br /></u></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><u>Hair</u></span><br /><strong> Do you color your hair?</strong><br />duh.</p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;"><strong>What is your stylists name?</strong><br />no idea.. its always diff each time<br /></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;"><strong>What salon do you go to?</strong><br />no idea.. its always diff each time maybe thats why my hair look so bad<br /></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;"><strong>What is your natural hair color?</strong><br />dark dark brown lor</p><p style="text-align: center;"><strong>What is your hair color now?</strong><br />lighter shade of brown.. damn sien<br /></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;"><strong>Do you have straight or curly hair?</strong><br />curly naturally...but its north south east west that curly... its not the glam curly<br /></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;"><strong>Do you use a curling iron?</strong><br />Yea..vinn recomended babyliss.. it was good still using it.. i think its industry std if i m not mistaken<br /></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;"><strong>A straightener?</strong><br />Vidal sassoon one</p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>Do you use a blowdryer?</strong><br />of cos la</div><p style="text-align: center;"><strong>Do you use gel and if so, what kind?</strong><br />Lucido souffle'<br /></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;"><strong>Do you use mousse, and if so, what kind?</strong><br />loreal spray n mousse<br /></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;"><strong>What shampoo do you use?</strong><br />Sunsilk but its bad for me</p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;"><strong>What conditioner do you use?</strong><br />Sunsilk lok<br /></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;"><strong>Do you use leave in conditioner?</strong><br />got use vitamin la..<br /></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><u>Scents</u></span><br /><strong> What deodorant do you use?</strong><br />wats a deodorant????</p><p style="text-align: center;"><strong><br />What body wash do you use?</strong><br />impulse cool<br /></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;"><strong>Do you use a loofah, washcloth or soap to wash?</strong><br />hand la<br /></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;"><strong>What perfumes do you use or like? Name five.</strong><br />5????? you buy ah.</p><p style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://slimages.macys.com/is/image/MCY/products/1/optimized/235991_fpx.tif?bgc=255,255,255&amp;wid=273&amp;qlt=90,0&amp;layer=comp&amp;op_sharpen=0&amp;resMode=bicub&amp;op_usm=0.7,1.0,0.5,0&amp;fmt=jpeg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://slimages.macys.com/is/image/MCY/products/1/optimized/235991_fpx.tif?bgc=255,255,255&amp;wid=273&amp;qlt=90,0&amp;layer=comp&amp;op_sharpen=0&amp;resMode=bicub&amp;op_usm=0.7,1.0,0.5,0&amp;fmt=jpeg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Narciso Rodriguez however u spell it eu de toilette FOR HER... it has a woody distintive smell to it</p><p style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img524.imageshack.us/img524/5615/p1050008oc7.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://img524.imageshack.us/img524/5615/p1050008oc7.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a></p><p style="text-align: center;">and also body splash... from victoria secrets..love it!<br /></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;"><strong>Do you always have to smell good?</strong><br />I WISH<br /></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><u>Jewelry</u></span><br /><strong> Are diamonds really a girl’s best friend?</strong><br />No.. maybe not yet.. i dunno. but No<br /><strong></strong></p><p style="text-align: center;"><strong>What is your jewelry essential?</strong><br />no.. dunno<br /></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;"><strong>What jewelry do you wear most?</strong><br />love ring from my parents<br /></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;"><strong> What jewelry do you crave most?</strong><br />dunno.. belly ring? i dunno<br /></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><u>Purses and Shoes</u></span><br /><strong> How many purses do you own?</strong></p><p style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.buychinawholesale.co.uk/images/Chloe%20White%20Handbag-25008L-03.gif"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.buychinawholesale.co.uk/images/Chloe%20White%20Handbag-25008L-03.gif" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />a fake Chloe Paddington from Hong kong. looks like trash now. lol</p><p style="text-align: center;">some old bags..<br /></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;"><strong>Which is your favorite?</strong><br />none</p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;"><strong>How many shoes do you own?</strong><br />10 like that gua.. very little liao ok<br /></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;"><strong>Which pair is your favorite?</strong><br />black peeptoe heels... boots from hk<br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span><strong>Who is your favorite handbag designer?</strong><br />Chloe.. or YSL<br /></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;"><strong>Who is your favorite shoe designer?</strong><br />pasar malam<br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><u>This or that;</u></span><br /><strong> Manolos or Jimmy Choos?</strong><br />dunno</p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;"><strong>Dolce and Gabbana or Chanel?</strong><br />wtf</p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;"><strong>Micheal Kors or Bebe?</strong><br />DUNNO AH<br /></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;"><strong>Louis Vuitton or Coach?</strong><br />YOR</p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;"><strong>Gucci or Prada?</strong><br />tiu</p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><u>Miscellaneous</u></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;"><strong>Favorite Magazine to read?</strong><br />popteen.. queen.. 2design<br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><strong>Favorite nail polish?</strong><br />Cheap ones.<a href="http://s196.photobucket.com/albums/aa136/mustardchikitoji/all%203/?action=view&amp;current=opi-designer-series.jpg" target="_blank"><br /></a></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;"><strong>Favourite Book?</strong><br />finally.. something to show my intelligence in this stupid interview.. ok get ready<span style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;">one hit wonders = audrey niffenneger The time traveller's wife<br />stolen child</p><p style="text-align: center;">Fantasy - golden compass trilogy by philip pullman<br />Spiderwick chronicles<br />edge chronicles by patrick steward and chris riddell<br />Septimus heap chronicles<br />Eragon trilogy<br />Inkheart chronicles<br />Harry potter duh<br />lemony snickets<br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">Crime = dean koontz's books<br />chuck palahnuik's books<br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">Adventure - Wilbur Smith's books</p><p style="text-align: center;">others = twilight chronicles, stephenie meyer</p><p style="text-align: center;">i don't read romance/chick lits.<br /></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;"><strong>Favorite Band?</strong><br />wat?????<br /></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;"><strong>Favorite Girly Movie?</strong><br />favourite GIRLY movie???? GIRLY>???<br />ok i had enough of this shit already.<br /></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;"><strong>Are you high maintenence?</strong><br />SUPER LOR. for one, dun ask me about my favourite girly movie. sohai. or favourite band. or some other girly shit<br /></p><div style="text-align: center;"> <strong>Do you enjoy being a girl?</strong><br />OMG WAT FUCKING QUESTION IS THIS????????<br />yes la yes la of cos i like my boobs damn geng ok. this is ridiculous<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5439080-1612919883708400830?l=stainedwithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hazehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12312254510591641310noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5439080.post-44033142319402433502008-03-26T19:31:00.000+08:002008-12-04T09:31:04.319+08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SyHLNEBKr-4/R-o0_Ax-ECI/AAAAAAAAAe8/Szwfn1IsEgc/s1600-h/DSC01037.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SyHLNEBKr-4/R-o0_Ax-ECI/AAAAAAAAAe8/Szwfn1IsEgc/s320/DSC01037.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182012578389168162" border="0" /></a><br />On a tired evening, exhausted from all the hustle bustle of life<br />how nice it would be to stumble upon a quaint little bookstore<br />where i can just shrink into a little corner piled with books around me<br />step into a new world, away from here<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">and let the power of words take over me<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SyHLNEBKr-4/R-o3Agx-EDI/AAAAAAAAAfE/em0hw3BbYlo/s1600-h/Photo+82.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SyHLNEBKr-4/R-o3Agx-EDI/AAAAAAAAAfE/em0hw3BbYlo/s320/Photo+82.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182014803182227506" border="0" /></a>bookworm bookworm<br />surrounded by books<br />crawl out of your hide<br />look at the real world<br />for once<br /><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5439080-4403314231940243350?l=stainedwithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hazehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12312254510591641310noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5439080.post-3101301396686805862008-03-25T04:57:00.000+08:002008-12-04T09:31:04.319+08:00<div style="text-align: center;">can't seem to work, thought i fool around with photoshop<br /><br />WARNING! weird things ahead.<br /><br /><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/hazy.glade/BLog/photo#5181416411158679442"><img src="http://lh5.google.com/hazy.glade/R-gWxgx-D5I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/ekD2sHOqssw/s400/ori.jpg" /></a><br />this is me. i have big stuff.<br />big eyes<br />big nose<br />big mouth<br />big boobs<br />big ego<br />this is me with little makeup.<br /><br /><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/hazy.glade/BLog/photo#5181416089036132162"><img src="http://lh6.google.com/hazy.glade/R-gWewx-D0I/AAAAAAAAAco/-y0K-StDzlE/s400/green.jpg" /></a><br />this is me with cool green eyes n cute fun lips<br /><br /><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/hazy.glade/BLog/photo#5181416728986259394"><img src="http://lh3.google.com/hazy.glade/R-gXEAx-D8I/AAAAAAAAAdo/mQSBPJTHhFE/s400/purple.jpg" /></a><br />this is me when i m feeling like a girl. like a feminine girl.<br />i m a man but i can pretend ma.<br /><br /><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/hazy.glade/BLog/photo#5181416411158679410"><img src="http://lh5.google.com/hazy.glade/R-gWxgx-D3I/AAAAAAAAAdA/6kzrSyH5ZAI/s400/liner.jpg" /></a><br />this is me when i m rushed during make up. n i will end up looking like this<br /><br /><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/hazy.glade/BLog/photo#5181416733281226706"><img src="http://lh4.google.com/hazy.glade/R-gXEQx-D9I/AAAAAAAAAdw/HCS0GrnBASs/s400/red.jpg" /></a><br /><br />this is me when the night before i put my make up, someone praises me<br />and i m feel that ugly make up will still look good on me<br /><br /><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/hazy.glade/BLog/photo#5181416080446197522"><img src="http://lh4.google.com/hazy.glade/R-gWeQx-DxI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/yz8wIlwr-jU/s400/cat.jpg" /></a><br />this is me when i m feeling left out and lack of attention<br /><br /><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/hazy.glade/BLog/photo#5181419348916309986"><img src="http://lh5.google.com/hazy.glade/R-gZcgx-D-I/AAAAAAAAAd4/LJ4M1702fcg/s400/macfafi.jpg" /></a><br />this is me on the coming friday when i get my MAC FAFI eye pallete<br /><br /><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/hazy.glade/BLog/photo#5181416084741164850"><img src="http://lh5.google.com/hazy.glade/R-gWegx-DzI/AAAAAAAAAcg/JTf_lZooYYY/s400/garfield.jpg" /></a></span><br />this is me in the dreams of my friends<br /><br /><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/hazy.glade/BLog/photo#5181416728986259378"><img src="http://lh3.google.com/hazy.glade/R-gXEAx-D7I/AAAAAAAAAdg/LvGDrTTmqOo/s400/pretty.jpg" /></a></span><br />this is me in my dreams<br /><br /><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/hazy.glade/BLog/photo#5181416406863712098"><img src="http://lh4.google.com/hazy.glade/R-gWxQx-D2I/AAAAAAAAAc4/9YR7D9vr1Cc/s400/joker.jpg" /></a><br />this is me when i m surrounded by old uncles who keep looking my way<br /><br /><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/hazy.glade/BLog/photo#5181416411158679426"><img src="http://lh5.google.com/hazy.glade/R-gWxgx-D4I/AAAAAAAAAdI/7vjLV5y3M3I/s400/mystique.jpg" /></a></span><br />this is me when i wanna be someone else or when i feel like murdering someone else<br /><br /><a aiotitle="" href="http://picasaweb.google.com/hazy.glade/BLog/photo#5181416084741164834"><img src="http://lh5.google.com/hazy.glade/R-gWegx-DyI/AAAAAAAAAcY/TX7JIl-bWGA/s400/chineseopera.jpg" /></a><br />this is me when i sing<br /><br /><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/hazy.glade/BLog/photo#5181416089036132178"><img src="http://lh6.google.com/hazy.glade/R-gWewx-D1I/AAAAAAAAAcw/xz4etrtpQjo/s400/guangong.jpg" /></a><br />this is me in my boyfriend's dream<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5439080-310130139668680586?l=stainedwithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hazehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12312254510591641310noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5439080.post-63122699803974373822008-03-24T22:27:00.000+08:002008-12-04T09:31:04.320+08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><object height="355" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/thdE3jjjcKI&amp;hl=en"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/thdE3jjjcKI&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"></embed></object><br />a new one i made recently..<br /><br /><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/hazy.glade/Privatepics/photo?authkey=ZGnu-_aaw9g#5178645703338030866"><img src="http://lh3.google.com/hazy.glade/R94-1F0Q9xI/AAAAAAAAAVI/nX50pxk1b1M/s800/DSC_0492.jpg" /></a><br /><br />nah gape all u wan. me in my full glory .. not taking this down this time i took down too many times already. ish. put already means put already.bLOG LIAO.<br />wanna see the whole album msg me la. if i say no don't force me<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5439080-6312269980397437382?l=stainedwithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hazehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12312254510591641310noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5439080.post-14236419274548022812008-03-14T03:24:00.000+08:002008-12-04T09:31:04.321+08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://fc02.deviantart.com/fs28/f/2008/073/6/5/Fuck_you_by_hazelong.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://fc02.deviantart.com/fs28/f/2008/073/6/5/Fuck_you_by_hazelong.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>i love being angry<br />i love being sad<br />it give such amazing inspiration<br />dark dark thoughts<br />amazing<br /><br />listening to the soundtrack of requiem of a dream...<br />try it. get scared. get angry.<br />keep all the pics in your mind in a book.<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5439080-1423641927454802281?l=stainedwithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hazehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12312254510591641310noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5439080.post-75495751646050584952008-03-12T19:06:00.000+08:002008-12-04T09:31:04.322+08:00everytime<br />useless<br /><br />wtf am i<br /><br />thoughts.<br />fucking cd<br />rubbish<br /><br />full of plastic<br />on my face<br />full of dirt and paint<br />on me<br /><br />wtf do i have<br /><br />money<br />work<br />respect<br />work<br />work<br />work<br />work<br /><br />where am i<br /><br />respect<br />changes<br />changes in you<br />the past<br />present is meaningless.<br /><br />meaningless.<br />where the fuck is the future anyway<br /><br />decisions.<br />based on future<br />where the fuck is the future anyway.<br /><br />see me pass the plastic<br />pass the dirt<br />and the paint<br />there is naught there<br /><br />i am just a shell<br />shell of emptiness.<br /><br />empty<br />fill me with dirt and leave me amess<br />leave me be<br />let me be<br />i want to be clean<br /><br />what do i have but a shell<br />a temporary home.<br />house in me, make me bleed<br />make me cry<br />so that i know there is something in me<br /><br />something worthy<br /><br />sadistic. empty. bitch. just a shell.<br />thats wtf i am<br /><br />i dare you.<br />to come.<br />make me fucking bleed out of my misery.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5439080-7549575164605058495?l=stainedwithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hazehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12312254510591641310noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5439080.post-15771227075846120682008-03-11T18:52:00.000+08:002008-12-04T09:31:04.323+08:00Another barrage<br /><br />smoky eyes with nude lips.. i lazy to talk.. just walkthrough only<br /><object height="355" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Y50EaST5jFc"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Y50EaST5jFc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"></embed></object><br /><br />this is the hair straightening and styling.. walkthrough only..<br /><object height="350" width="425"> <param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SB7R8IhF1kc"> <embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SB7R8IhF1kc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="350" width="425"></embed> </object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5439080-1577122707584612068?l=stainedwithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hazehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12312254510591641310noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5439080.post-65139779803560815402008-03-11T14:17:00.000+08:002008-12-04T09:31:04.323+08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Makeover 1<br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SyHLNEBKr-4/R9YnYF0Q9rI/AAAAAAAAATo/E5_FenOR948/s1600-h/4.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SyHLNEBKr-4/R9YnYF0Q9rI/AAAAAAAAATo/E5_FenOR948/s320/4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176368116540700338" border="0" /></a><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SyHLNEBKr-4/R9YnBF0Q9qI/AAAAAAAAATg/5fgZlwNS5Z4/s1600-h/3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SyHLNEBKr-4/R9YnBF0Q9qI/AAAAAAAAATg/5fgZlwNS5Z4/s320/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176367721403709090" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SyHLNEBKr-4/R9YmsV0Q9pI/AAAAAAAAATY/H-KOzTqlv70/s1600-h/2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SyHLNEBKr-4/R9YmsV0Q9pI/AAAAAAAAATY/H-KOzTqlv70/s320/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176367364921423506" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SyHLNEBKr-4/R9YmOF0Q9oI/AAAAAAAAATQ/gHapCckaWOY/s1600-h/1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SyHLNEBKr-4/R9YmOF0Q9oI/AAAAAAAAATQ/gHapCckaWOY/s320/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176366845230380674" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span><br /><br />some sort of a smokey eyes with nude lips look...<br /><br />i feel this is a cleaner and neater look.. i din have to photoshop myself much too... just adjust the curves only... not bad wei... click on the photos for full size<br /><br />here are the products used<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SyHLNEBKr-4/R9YrvV0Q9sI/AAAAAAAAATw/TlFJH8Iahag/s1600-h/DSC01036.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SyHLNEBKr-4/R9YrvV0Q9sI/AAAAAAAAATw/TlFJH8Iahag/s320/DSC01036.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176372914019169986" border="0" /></a>according to the order being used.... except for the last one.. i forgot to number it<br /><br />1. Shu Uemura UV under base<br />2. Stila Foundation<br />13. MAC studio stick concealer<br />3.Benefit's Benetint blusher<br />4. Shu Uemura Seal Brown eyebrow pencil<br />5. Kate Brown and Gold pallete<br />6. Shu Uemura Eyelash curler<br />7. Majorca Majolica Mascara<br />8.Don eyelash adhesive<br />9. inouvi eyelash<br />10.Shu Uemura Principe lip serum<br />11. Shu uemura nude lip liner<br />12 Shu uemura lipstick BG906<br />13. Shiseido macquillage glossy gloss<br /><br />2 youtube tutorials on the way :D<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5439080-6513977980356081540?l=stainedwithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hazehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12312254510591641310noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5439080.post-21771427327997632782008-03-10T15:57:00.000+08:002008-12-04T09:31:04.324+08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Visualization 1<br /><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SyHLNEBKr-4/R9TreV0Q9hI/AAAAAAAAASY/TLkRIrpjp2E/s1600-h/Photo+66.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SyHLNEBKr-4/R9TreV0Q9hI/AAAAAAAAASY/TLkRIrpjp2E/s320/Photo+66.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176020778240505362" border="0" /></a>GHOST AHHHHHHHH<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SyHLNEBKr-4/R9Trtl0Q9iI/AAAAAAAAASg/57J98iIqkWw/s1600-h/Photo+68.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SyHLNEBKr-4/R9Trtl0Q9iI/AAAAAAAAASg/57J98iIqkWw/s320/Photo+68.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176021040233510434" border="0" /></a>Phew.. Got little bit colour already...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SyHLNEBKr-4/R9Tr-V0Q9jI/AAAAAAAAASo/nmtD-eJbw5c/s1600-h/Photo+70.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SyHLNEBKr-4/R9Tr-V0Q9jI/AAAAAAAAASo/nmtD-eJbw5c/s320/Photo+70.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176021327996319282" border="0" /></a>Eyes look better already<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SyHLNEBKr-4/R9TsQF0Q9kI/AAAAAAAAASw/ErI7z0NKjrc/s1600-h/Photo+71.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SyHLNEBKr-4/R9TsQF0Q9kI/AAAAAAAAASw/ErI7z0NKjrc/s320/Photo+71.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176021632938997314" border="0" /></a>hair also ok liao..<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SyHLNEBKr-4/R9TsvF0Q9lI/AAAAAAAAAS4/6H1gEoH2dmI/s1600-h/Photo+81.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SyHLNEBKr-4/R9TsvF0Q9lI/AAAAAAAAAS4/6H1gEoH2dmI/s320/Photo+81.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176022165514942034" border="0" /></a>before our night out...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SyHLNEBKr-4/R9TtV10Q9mI/AAAAAAAAATA/DVQ8jrsIAb4/s1600-h/Photo+83.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SyHLNEBKr-4/R9TtV10Q9mI/AAAAAAAAATA/DVQ8jrsIAb4/s320/Photo+83.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176022831234872930" border="0" /></a>walao... this week i did alot of first timers...<br />first time go out clubbing. ( really clubbing that kind)<br />first time smoke<br />first time i din work for a whole week.. just laze laze laze<br />first time i learnt piano from youtube!!<br />first time someone buy me 700++ bucks worth of nintendo ds lite!!! WOOT<br />first time i go back home, my dad took the ds and cabut to office.. T_T<br />first time got photography job. yay!<br />first time i shop for alot of make up products at once!<br />COOLNESS. but no more... no more..<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SyHLNEBKr-4/R9TtyV0Q9nI/AAAAAAAAATI/ZASwGd3KjOs/s1600-h/Photo+84.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SyHLNEBKr-4/R9TtyV0Q9nI/AAAAAAAAATI/ZASwGd3KjOs/s320/Photo+84.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176023320861144690" border="0" /></a>dun wanna act like a depressed maniac already...<br />i m alright now!!!<br /><br />wanted to post this very long already.. but keep forgetting everytime cuz it really cant be applied to my life or anything.. i just like the lyrics and the surreal melody.. just like my high school days... lol.. but i know how it feels like<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Strange and Beautiful , Aqualung (Wicker Park Soundtrack)<br /><br /></span>i been <span style="font-style: italic;">watching your world </span>from afar..<br />been trying to <span style="font-style: italic;">be where you are</span>.<br />and i have been <span style="font-style: italic;">secretly falling apart</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">to me.. you are strange and you are beautiful</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">you will be so perfect with me</span> but you just don't see<br />you turn every head but<span style="font-style: italic;"> you don't see me</span><span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"><span class="on down" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Italic" title="Italic" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 4);ButtonMouseDown(this);"></span></span><br />sometimes.. the last thing you want comes in first<br />sometimes.. the first thing you want never comes<br />and i know. <span style="font-style: italic;">waiting is all you can do</span><br /><br />i'll put a spell on you<br />you'll fall asleep and i'll put a spell on you<br />and when i wake u i'll be the first thing you see<br />and <span style="font-style: italic;">you will realize. that you love me. </span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5439080-2177142732799763278?l=stainedwithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hazehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12312254510591641310noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5439080.post-43019267985117735222008-03-06T02:22:00.000+08:002008-12-04T09:31:04.325+08:00i am sorry.. making you worry..<br />as usual u are right.. i m the one driving myself insane..<br />my life is always on the edge, you are like the stone that balances me.. i guess i topple once you are not around..<br />i topples often.. and each time you are there to catch me...<br /><br />thank you for everything.. don't know what i have that made you stay with me for so long..<br />i will be good.. i promise.<br />for you.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5439080-4301926798511773522?l=stainedwithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hazehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12312254510591641310noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5439080.post-4705744027276016502008-03-04T04:05:00.000+08:002008-12-04T09:31:04.327+08:00finally had time to breathe............................. phew..<br /><br />get ready for a barrage of videos..<br />here is another hair curling video... tutorial on how to tidy up your hair using iron tongs.. a very simple technique of horizontal inward curling..<br /><br /><object height="355" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xxgg7bmvurU"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xxgg7bmvurU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"></embed></object><br /><br />with my new found free time, i have done a digital painting on my newly installed Corel Painter X in my lovely MacBookPro, Kate Austen from Lost.. played by Evangeline Lily..<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://fc02.deviantart.com/fs28/f/2008/063/6/e/Kate_Austen_Lost_by_hazelong.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://fc02.deviantart.com/fs28/f/2008/063/6/e/Kate_Austen_Lost_by_hazelong.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>click for full view<br /></div><br />and this is the making of the painting, with some commentary.. i won't call this a tutorial of digital painting.. as everything is going so fast in time lapse.. just some tips and hints on how i usually attack a photorealistic painting... with some insights on how to paint light to give a kick to the colours of the painting..i spent 2 hours doing this painting.. i clamped it down to 10 minutes though in this video..<br /><br /><object height="355" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_d7_mcmI4u8"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_d7_mcmI4u8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"></embed></object><br /><br />i think i want to do an original painting soon.. without any references.. and see how good i have become.. all this are aftermath of freelancing and watchin many concept art tutorials..<br />i guess i m more humble now.. i m not the best. i m not the best. i m not the best. i m not the best.<br /><br />no harm trying though. (how egoistic of me)<br /><br /><br />i have taken a habit to taking a photo of my parking space everytime i m out shopping.. to remind me where i parked my car.. i m such a blur klutz when it comes to car and driving.<br />you should try it too.. if you are often wandering about in the car park looking for your car, while worrying if your parking ticket have already expire from the wander.. :D<br /><br />my blog is lacking some feminine touch of camwhoring photos.. thus this.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SyHLNEBKr-4/R8xdmnJzpnI/AAAAAAAAASI/ClEluwa1g7E/s1600-h/DSC00950.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SyHLNEBKr-4/R8xdmnJzpnI/AAAAAAAAASI/ClEluwa1g7E/s320/DSC00950.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173612989868385906" border="0" /></a><br />i have enough stuff of me in videos... i don't really take photos nowadays.. but i like some professional ones taken of me though.. hint hint. since i m growing old at a rate of lightning right now due to too much stress and too little sleep...gotta keep some stills of the younger me<br /><br />i m gonna do a basic curling video soon.. exploring the 3 techniques of direction, position and release... very basic stuff to get beginners started on curling..<br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><br />(ps if you noticed, i m uploading videos, photos, freelancing like crazy.. i m graduating soon... i m preparing myself.. for wat i have yet to find out... )</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5439080-470574402727601650?l=stainedwithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hazehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12312254510591641310noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5439080.post-7635769158612938872008-03-02T09:11:00.000+08:002008-12-04T09:31:04.328+08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SyHLNEBKr-4/R8oBsXJzpmI/AAAAAAAAASA/rrGYEP3rXD8/s1600-h/stress.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SyHLNEBKr-4/R8oBsXJzpmI/AAAAAAAAASA/rrGYEP3rXD8/s320/stress.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172948983629456994" border="0" /></a><br />what will happen if suddenly a top company hires you with good pay for some minimal work?<br /><br />here is what happened..<br />i was so FUCKING stress over the standard, afraid i couldnt work up to their standard.<br />it was so bad until i checked around 10-20 horoscopes each day during work, using them to reassure myself that i will be fine. (of cos i ignored the bad omens)<br /><br />of course i was stressed for no apparent reason.<br />n yes i have long realized that there are other people out there with better skills and talents compared to me. but hey, i m doing alright arent i.<br /><br />the first mistake was to be over-elaborate and over-designing my work. and showing it at the last minute, well of course shit happened... even though it looked good.. the idea wasn't correct..<br /><br />then i did some simple stuff, and that got approved. silly me.. always complicating things.<br />now i m doing the finals, and yes i hve just checked the horoscopes...<br />i m still fucking stressed. u should see my face, botox wouldn't help.<br /><br />when i am done i wanna buy myself a nintendo ds lite. n play until i die.<br /><br />yea right. as if. there are already incoming jobs...<br /><br />life is stressful. stress is my best friend. glamour is my addiction.<br /><br />i m gonna end up in a coffin at 25.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5439080-763576915861293887?l=stainedwithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hazehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12312254510591641310noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5439080.post-58850828079619010802008-02-26T21:25:00.000+08:002008-12-04T09:31:04.329+08:00what a year<br />what a week<br /><br />the year started with a horrible bang... lots of disappointments. negativity. depression<br /><br />this week is different<br />plenty of opportunities.. will post a walkthrough soon of each freelance!<br />meanwhile here is another make up tutorial.. on achieving cool grey eyeshadow.... my 2nd tutorial so far.. <br /><object width="425" height="355"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GwpJwS4EGo4&rel=1"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GwpJwS4EGo4&rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5439080-5885082807961901080?l=stainedwithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hazehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12312254510591641310noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5439080.post-87621669011561890002008-02-26T17:46:00.000+08:002008-12-04T09:31:04.329+08:00here i was driving, trying to remember the way.. listening to fly fm.. when he just picked up the phone and called fly.<br />lol...<br />he got 4 vip tix to one in a million this friday.. he's having a laugh<br /><object width="425" height="350"> <param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SrCjptqKwjo"> </param> <embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SrCjptqKwjo" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"> </embed> </object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5439080-8762166901156189000?l=stainedwithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hazehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12312254510591641310noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5439080.post-22674058410392408242008-02-22T14:27:00.001+08:002008-12-04T09:31:04.330+08:00mlfinally.. enjoy. don't laugh or i'll kick your ass<br />its a make up and hair curling tutorial..<br /><br /><object height="355" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Gq8K__N7wzU&amp;rel=1"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Gq8K__N7wzU&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5439080-2267405841039240824?l=stainedwithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hazehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12312254510591641310noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5439080.post-17446790719399349932008-02-21T21:12:00.001+08:002008-12-04T09:31:04.332+08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SyHLNEBKr-4/R715LObIruI/AAAAAAAAAR4/dzNBXkhzkl0/s1600-h/gothicmaking.gif"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SyHLNEBKr-4/R715LObIruI/AAAAAAAAAR4/dzNBXkhzkl0/s320/gothicmaking.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169421181048631010" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Click on the picture :p<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5439080-1744679071939934993?l=stainedwithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hazehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12312254510591641310noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5439080.post-41475388398659464262008-02-21T18:56:00.000+08:002008-12-04T09:31:04.334+08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://fc03.deviantart.com/fs29/f/2008/052/e/8/When_Who_I_am_Killed_Me_by_hazelong.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://fc03.deviantart.com/fs29/f/2008/052/e/8/When_Who_I_am_Killed_Me_by_hazelong.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Why do i need to prove myself to you<br />Why do i have to be the assailant<br />I am just a girl<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5439080-4147538839865946426?l=stainedwithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hazehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12312254510591641310noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5439080.post-91915489117389834992008-02-13T20:13:00.000+08:002008-12-04T09:31:04.335+08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SyHLNEBKr-4/R7LhU-bIrtI/AAAAAAAAARw/QZ2SsH4Au6s/s1600-h/P2070231.JPG">xyi<img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SyHLNEBKr-4/R7LhU-bIrtI/AAAAAAAAARw/QZ2SsH4Au6s/s320/P2070231.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166439473017827026" border="0" /></a>family<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SyHLNEBKr-4/R7LgYObIrsI/AAAAAAAAARo/CVgaUG01qKk/s1600-h/P2070230.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SyHLNEBKr-4/R7LgYObIrsI/AAAAAAAAARo/CVgaUG01qKk/s320/P2070230.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166438429340774082" border="0" /></a>family<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SyHLNEBKr-4/R7LfzebIrrI/AAAAAAAAARg/1uqEwsX-MfQ/s1600-h/P2070220.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SyHLNEBKr-4/R7LfzebIrrI/AAAAAAAAARg/1uqEwsX-MfQ/s320/P2070220.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166437797980581554" border="0" /></a>family extended<br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5439080-9191548911738983499?l=stainedwithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hazehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12312254510591641310noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5439080.post-45301789910230791172008-02-13T16:24:00.001+08:002008-12-04T09:31:04.335+08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SyHLNEBKr-4/R7Kv8ebIrqI/AAAAAAAAARY/FR5wEq67uC0/s1600-h/Photo+71.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SyHLNEBKr-4/R7Kv8ebIrqI/AAAAAAAAARY/FR5wEq67uC0/s320/Photo+71.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166385176041270946" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">just trying to be a typical female blogger. plenty of pictures. very little words..<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a aiotitle="" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SyHLNEBKr-4/R7KtKebIrpI/AAAAAAAAARQ/LdemUKVHFHA/s1600-h/Photo+48.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 319px; height: 240px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SyHLNEBKr-4/R7KtKebIrpI/AAAAAAAAARQ/LdemUKVHFHA/s320/Photo+48.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166382118024556178" border="0" /></a>sans make up and contact lenses..with hair curlers<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SyHLNEBKr-4/R7Ksy-bIroI/AAAAAAAAARI/KxUbQ8uFsQI/s1600-h/Photo+53.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SyHLNEBKr-4/R7Ksy-bIroI/AAAAAAAAARI/KxUbQ8uFsQI/s320/Photo+53.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166381714297630338" border="0" /></a>my improved vision<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SyHLNEBKr-4/R7KspebIrnI/AAAAAAAAARA/2KjGFxTpTjQ/s1600-h/Photo+55.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SyHLNEBKr-4/R7KspebIrnI/AAAAAAAAARA/2KjGFxTpTjQ/s320/Photo+55.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166381551088873074" border="0" /></a>after concealing, base and foundation<br />Mac Studio Stick concealer<br />Shu Uemura UV base<br />Stila foundation<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SyHLNEBKr-4/R7KsJubIrmI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/qbMmRMGAbxk/s1600-h/Photo+58.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SyHLNEBKr-4/R7KsJubIrmI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/qbMmRMGAbxk/s320/Photo+58.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166381005628026466" border="0" /></a>nice eyebrows and cheeks<br />Shu Uemura Seal Brown eyebrow pencil<br />Shu Uemura Blusher<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SyHLNEBKr-4/R7KrCubIrlI/AAAAAAAAAQw/PIrY9jyKJdM/s1600-h/Photo+59.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SyHLNEBKr-4/R7KrCubIrlI/AAAAAAAAAQw/PIrY9jyKJdM/s320/Photo+59.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166379785857314386" border="0" /></a>After eye make up.<br />MAC pigments<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SyHLNEBKr-4/R7Kq7-bIrkI/AAAAAAAAAQo/ZwPrJpGaREs/s1600-h/Photo+62.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SyHLNEBKr-4/R7Kq7-bIrkI/AAAAAAAAAQo/ZwPrJpGaREs/s320/Photo+62.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166379669893197378" border="0" /></a>After eyelash and eyeliner<br />I nuovi eyelas<br />Marjorca Majolica mascara<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SyHLNEBKr-4/R7KqAebIrjI/AAAAAAAAAQg/6GLnJiFaoh8/s1600-h/Photo+65.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SyHLNEBKr-4/R7KqAebIrjI/AAAAAAAAAQg/6GLnJiFaoh8/s320/Photo+65.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166378647690980914" border="0" /></a>after hair curler and lip gloss<br />Lig Glass Mac<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SyHLNEBKr-4/R7Kp2ebIriI/AAAAAAAAAQY/Gzuq879eB1k/s1600-h/Photo+66.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SyHLNEBKr-4/R7Kp2ebIriI/AAAAAAAAAQY/Gzuq879eB1k/s320/Photo+66.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166378475892289058" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SyHLNEBKr-4/R7Kpu-bIrhI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/qsdEE_Qeju0/s1600-h/Photo+68.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SyHLNEBKr-4/R7Kpu-bIrhI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/qsdEE_Qeju0/s320/Photo+68.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166378347043270162" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SyHLNEBKr-4/R7KpnubIrgI/AAAAAAAAAQI/Onmod5JjHjg/s1600-h/Photo+69.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SyHLNEBKr-4/R7KpnubIrgI/AAAAAAAAAQI/Onmod5JjHjg/s320/Photo+69.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166378222489218562" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SyHLNEBKr-4/R7KpgubIrfI/AAAAAAAAAQA/n66PYv_EpCg/s1600-h/Photo+70.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SyHLNEBKr-4/R7KpgubIrfI/AAAAAAAAAQA/n66PYv_EpCg/s320/Photo+70.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166378102230134258" border="0" /></a><br />maybe i'll post a video soon..<br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5439080-4530178991023079117?l=stainedwithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hazehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12312254510591641310noreply@blogger.com0