<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4309017523470046249</id><updated>2012-02-16T19:19:27.726-08:00</updated><category term='Gay'/><category term='shrink'/><category term='disgusting'/><category term='Fergie'/><category term='Guy'/><category term='penis'/><category term='Sir Dior'/><category term='Ass'/><category term='hott'/><category term='Blush'/><category term='Seven Things'/><category term='kissing'/><category term='Hilarious'/><category term='Smelly Bus Commuters'/><category term='Madonna'/><category term='N'/><title type='text'>ASHES</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letslustforme.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4309017523470046249/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letslustforme.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>ASHES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13955543499386993429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4309017523470046249.post-4810250170751599847</id><published>2008-09-06T07:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T08:18:27.525-07:00</updated><title type='text'>500000$ SHOPPING SPREE</title><content type='html'>What would you do if you had 500000$? I know I'd spend it all! OMG. How exciting. 500000$ is a lot of money. I mean with 500000$ you could purchase a tiny apartment here in Singapore or like buy 2 sports cars! Well, I ain't interested in all that unfortunately! I'd totally spend the money on cool bags and clothes.&lt;br /&gt;God. I wish you'd gimme that 500000$.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first 10 things I'd blow my money on...&lt;br /&gt;1. The Louis Vuitton Noe in Damier Azur Canvas.(To die for, really)&lt;br /&gt;2. CHANEL Classic Shopping Bag (Like OMG)&lt;br /&gt;3. A ERMENEGILDO ZEGNA suit (Totally, man!)&lt;br /&gt;4. Hermes Scarf (Well, I haff one already. Doesn't mean I can't haff one more!)&lt;br /&gt;5. Hermes Scarves (Alright, a few more!)&lt;br /&gt;6. A pair of suede shoes GIVENCHY&lt;br /&gt;7. Dolce &amp; Gabbana Camel Suede Buckle Tote Bag&lt;br /&gt;8. A suede suit (any designer)&lt;br /&gt;9. A pair of uber sexy red suede MANOLO BLAHNIKS for Jana, a pair of drop-dead gorgeous Giuseppe Zanotti MaryJanes for Meera, A beautiful Burberry Speedy bag for Nad, the pretty COACH The Hamptons Tan shoulder bag for Ashley &amp; the uber-elegant CHANEL 2.55 Clutch bag for Judith&lt;br /&gt;10. GUCCI large scarf tote bag for Tammie, YSL Downtown bag for Richny, Christian Louboutin Very Prive 942 Peep Toe Pumps for Asrin &amp; the Michael Kors Gwen Shoes in rich suede.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's my 10(plus) things. I suppose that'll amount to 28500$?&lt;br /&gt;The rest I'll spend on fabulous outfits from Paul Smith, Prada, CoSTUME NATIONAL, Maison Martin Margiela &amp; Dior Homme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's all from Materialistic Me.&lt;br /&gt;You know you'll love me even if you'll do not get the things stated above.&lt;br /&gt;Ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4309017523470046249-4810250170751599847?l=letslustforme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letslustforme.blogspot.com/feeds/4810250170751599847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4309017523470046249&amp;postID=4810250170751599847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4309017523470046249/posts/default/4810250170751599847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4309017523470046249/posts/default/4810250170751599847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letslustforme.blogspot.com/2008/09/500000-shopping-spree.html' title='500000$ SHOPPING SPREE'/><author><name>ASHES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13955543499386993429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4309017523470046249.post-3440450199304046125</id><published>2008-08-23T06:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T07:22:44.655-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bonjour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My birthday's t'morrow! How exciting, huh? I can't wait for the gifts I'm gonna get. Then there's the shopping which follows. It's amazing, I must say. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there's the prelims just around the corner. I've yet to touch any of my books, unfortunately. Sadly, I don't feel compelled at all to even go near the books. I'm not even bothered at all with them just sitting there, mocking me. Ironically, I'm actually quite looking forward to the exam week. I mean, we do get to leave early!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum gave me a new moisturizer from GUERLAIN. Super Aqua Day with SPF 10. It's supposed to be some sorta remedy for skin affected by harsh winter conditions. But it's amazing. My skin feels super moisturized. Oh, and it's supposed to be for anti-aging! I'm kinda too young for that but who cares? I need a new facial cleanser and also a new perfume. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;J'adore&lt;/span&gt;'s way too flowery. My Issey Miyake's gone and I don't wanna spend too much this time. I'll probably get Clinique or maybe even GUERLAIN this time. Oh wait! I have Clinique Happy somewhere! Damn. Now I hafta go hunt for it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want a Kiehl's facial cleanser. The blue one. I don't know what it's called but the bottle does look kinda nice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wanna go to Maroc! Je veux aller a Maroc! Maintenant! It's a really pretty country. There're pretty beaches and pretty things to see. There's Marrakech and Casablanca and Rabat! Though it might not be as pretty as St Barths or BoraBora, the culture in Maroc'll make it way fun there! The whole Arab thing and belly dancers! And Mediterranean weather. Heaven, I must say. I can even journey to nearby l'Hammamet with it's beautiful beaches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Aux plages d'Hammamet&lt;/span&gt; Now, ain't that one of Patrick Bruel's songs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn. Now I shall go Google pretty pictures of Maroc and admire 'em. The Internet really is useful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bientot!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4309017523470046249-3440450199304046125?l=letslustforme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letslustforme.blogspot.com/feeds/3440450199304046125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4309017523470046249&amp;postID=3440450199304046125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4309017523470046249/posts/default/3440450199304046125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4309017523470046249/posts/default/3440450199304046125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letslustforme.blogspot.com/2008/08/bonjour.html' title=''/><author><name>ASHES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13955543499386993429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4309017523470046249.post-7674163056988356862</id><published>2008-08-18T07:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T07:20:53.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bongiorno, my FABULOUS readers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's been awfully fun the past few days. It's very draining, however, I must say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AMY WINEHOUSE is totally killing herself. She needs help. Serious help. Why can't she just go get help. It's so upsetting. Grr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has got me so upset and irritated.&lt;br /&gt;Oh. And Emma Watson's gonna be the new face of CHANEL. And she's barely eighteen! I'm so jealous. God. CHANEL. FACE OF CHANEL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn. I hafta go all the way to SJI International on Thursday to submit my application form. I'm so not looking forward to that. I mean, it's so far away! Damn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SD's an asshole. I swear. He's so ASSHOLE-Y! &lt;br /&gt;And fucking cute too.&lt;br /&gt;GRR. He's got me so damn upset as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna go be upset even more now.&lt;br /&gt;You know you love me.&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4309017523470046249-7674163056988356862?l=letslustforme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letslustforme.blogspot.com/feeds/7674163056988356862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4309017523470046249&amp;postID=7674163056988356862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4309017523470046249/posts/default/7674163056988356862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4309017523470046249/posts/default/7674163056988356862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letslustforme.blogspot.com/2008/08/bongiorno-my-fabulous-readers.html' title=''/><author><name>ASHES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13955543499386993429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4309017523470046249.post-1153153382308465099</id><published>2008-07-23T05:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T05:35:14.264-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm back, fellow Vs and Ws. This post will not be brief, I promise you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's getting pretty dull. Come on, I live for gossip and drama but we've not been getting much of either recently. Our school isn't that goody now, is it? SCANDAL, people! That's what we need. Or should I be the one who has to stir a little scandal just to amuse my fabulous soul?&lt;br /&gt;I don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;Lately, I've spent 1200$ on Paul Smith stuff and I really wanna buy the Louis Vuitton Damier Canvas Noe bag in Azure. But it's like 1610$! And Mummy doesn't wanna buy the pretty bag for me. My credit card's completely overdrawn and though I'm well known to be have ridiculous amounts on bags, clothes and shoes, 1610$ is too much this time. My last purchase, the Gucci bag, was far from 1610$.&lt;br /&gt;I sound so spoiled &amp; bratty. Well, can't help it now, can I?&lt;br /&gt;Oh! And on Friday, I went to Singapore's most beautiful place on Earth, otherwise known as Takashimaya, for a little retail therapy. I was gonna get my hair cut at some fancy hair saloon later so I did a little window shopping.&lt;br /&gt;Believe it, I window-shopped!&lt;br /&gt;Guess who I saw who totally made my day! None other than the oh-so-fine SIR DIOR who looked sinfully yummy. I blushed, again. I can't believe I did. AGAIN! He probably thinks I'm some stalker person who can't get enough of him. &lt;br /&gt;(Okay, that's kinda true except for the 'stalker' part!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nad's gone to KL. I'd die to go to KL now! There's STARHILL, PAVILION and the amazing KLCC. &lt;br /&gt;And KL has Versace Jeans Couture.&lt;br /&gt;I demand Versace Jeans Couture open a store in Singapore this instant!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough of my ranting,&lt;br /&gt;Ciao X's.&lt;br /&gt;You know you love me&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4309017523470046249-1153153382308465099?l=letslustforme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letslustforme.blogspot.com/feeds/1153153382308465099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4309017523470046249&amp;postID=1153153382308465099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4309017523470046249/posts/default/1153153382308465099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4309017523470046249/posts/default/1153153382308465099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letslustforme.blogspot.com/2008/07/im-back-fellow-vs-and-ws.html' title=''/><author><name>ASHES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13955543499386993429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4309017523470046249.post-7595597028340915121</id><published>2008-07-12T05:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T05:47:59.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Nad! I'm updating! Well, at the end of this post, you'd know I've updated!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sleepy now.&lt;br /&gt;Ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4309017523470046249-7595597028340915121?l=letslustforme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letslustforme.blogspot.com/feeds/7595597028340915121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4309017523470046249&amp;postID=7595597028340915121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4309017523470046249/posts/default/7595597028340915121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4309017523470046249/posts/default/7595597028340915121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letslustforme.blogspot.com/2008/07/nad-im-updating-well-at-end-of-this.html' title=''/><author><name>ASHES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13955543499386993429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4309017523470046249.post-3033269006117645653</id><published>2008-07-02T05:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T05:42:23.545-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last night was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;Karros was over.&lt;br /&gt;Guess what we did. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why I wasn't in school just now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4309017523470046249-3033269006117645653?l=letslustforme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letslustforme.blogspot.com/feeds/3033269006117645653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4309017523470046249&amp;postID=3033269006117645653' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4309017523470046249/posts/default/3033269006117645653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4309017523470046249/posts/default/3033269006117645653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letslustforme.blogspot.com/2008/07/last-night-was-awesome.html' title=''/><author><name>ASHES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13955543499386993429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4309017523470046249.post-3037810933270208808</id><published>2008-06-30T05:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T06:06:28.413-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Madonna'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ass'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Guy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sir Dior'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blush'/><title type='text'>SIR DIOR (yet again)</title><content type='html'>Guy and Madonna aren't getting divorced after all. Seems like he's gonna meet up with Madonna later this week while she's on tour. Now, ain't that exciting? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really need Sir Dior. He made me blush, okay. And I never blush. In fact, I rarely blush. My ears turned red too. Sir Dior smiled at me(and Nad), I blushed and my ears turned red too. I need him to spice up my life! (Not that my life isn't that spiced up) but I do need the extra spice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'You see, I need a Sir Dior to go along with this Lady Dior I've just bought'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Now, where's the price tag on you, Sir Dior?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Sir Dior, may I please have your number in case of an emergency or something?'&lt;br /&gt;'What kind of emergency?'&lt;br /&gt;'I don't know. I might wanna give that lame ass of yours a good h_mping 'cos it's been screaming "I need you" to me the entire time'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, well.&lt;br /&gt;I have that asshole who wants me to bang him anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'll go eat Ben&amp;Jerry's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Arrivederci&lt;/span&gt; hotstuffy-wuffys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Breathe again, old man, and I'll make sure that'll be your last."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4309017523470046249-3037810933270208808?l=letslustforme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letslustforme.blogspot.com/feeds/3037810933270208808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4309017523470046249&amp;postID=3037810933270208808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4309017523470046249/posts/default/3037810933270208808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4309017523470046249/posts/default/3037810933270208808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letslustforme.blogspot.com/2008/06/guy-and-madonna-arent-getting-divorced.html' title='SIR DIOR (yet again)'/><author><name>ASHES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13955543499386993429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4309017523470046249.post-3884135994877909484</id><published>2008-06-29T06:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T06:14:56.322-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hott'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kissing'/><title type='text'>CHACE CRAFORD &amp; ED WESTWICK</title><content type='html'>OMG.&lt;br /&gt;Chace Crawford and Ed Westwick are rumored to be in a relationship and were seen kissing in Chace's trailer.&lt;br /&gt;They're both effing hott.&lt;br /&gt;And they're gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How exciting!&lt;br /&gt;Yay for GAY (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4309017523470046249-3884135994877909484?l=letslustforme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letslustforme.blogspot.com/feeds/3884135994877909484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4309017523470046249&amp;postID=3884135994877909484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4309017523470046249/posts/default/3884135994877909484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4309017523470046249/posts/default/3884135994877909484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letslustforme.blogspot.com/2008/06/chace-craford-ed-westwick.html' title='CHACE CRAFORD &amp; ED WESTWICK'/><author><name>ASHES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13955543499386993429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4309017523470046249.post-6670232002826019973</id><published>2008-06-29T05:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T06:15:31.394-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='penis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='disgusting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shrink'/><title type='text'>I can't stop thinking about you, boy.</title><content type='html'>STUPID DISGUSTING BOY.&lt;br /&gt;I hope your penis shrinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, i've got my eye on you and I ain't gonna let you get away. And whether you like it or not, it ain't gonna stop, baby.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4309017523470046249-6670232002826019973?l=letslustforme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letslustforme.blogspot.com/feeds/6670232002826019973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4309017523470046249&amp;postID=6670232002826019973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4309017523470046249/posts/default/6670232002826019973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4309017523470046249/posts/default/6670232002826019973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letslustforme.blogspot.com/2008/06/stupid-disgusting-boy.html' title='I can&apos;t stop thinking about you, boy.'/><author><name>ASHES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13955543499386993429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4309017523470046249.post-5168521018648225504</id><published>2008-06-28T06:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T07:04:10.327-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Seven Things'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sir Dior'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='N'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hilarious'/><title type='text'>I WANT SIR DIOR</title><content type='html'>Miley Cyrus has released her latest music video 'Seven Things'.&lt;br /&gt;OMG, right?&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna comment because I'll end up being awfully mean. Well, I don't like her one bit. She has such an irritating face and she's so annoying. MILEY CYRUS is the most annoying THING on Earth. There, I've said it. &amp; I did comment after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go visit Sir Dior again. OMG, Nad! I'm hooked! I just hafta go see him and bask in his beauty. I WANT HIM NOW. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NCC training was hilarious. It was so funny I nearly wet my pants, I swear. N had found out about the missing bell and the vandalism on the unit photo in the morning before any of us(namely ChengHao, Hamizan and the oh-so-wonderful Me) had arrived so she told the rest who were present to go hunt the bell down and clear the vandalism on the unit photo. Then, when training ended, she came up to the whole lot of us in the canteen to yell at us. &lt;br /&gt;It was hilarious. ChengHao admitted to everything. N was so angry and she smacked him with the rolled-up papers after screaming 'You REAL culprit!' at him. Before that, while N was screaming at us, everyone was laughing or trying to stifle their laughter. Then, she looked at me(I was laughing uncontrollably) and she went 'Still funny is it?' or something along the same lines. And for a moment she did smile as well. I couldn't stop laughing. I kept thinking about animals dying and tried biting my lip but I just couldn't stop laughing. It was too funny. You see, we didn't think she'd fing out about the vandalism. And, what was drawn on the photo was basically two (distinct) dots on her ______ and the faces of many in the photo was crossed out. All in black marker I think. And we had forgotten about this because it had been drawn nearly a month ago. HAHA. It was so damn funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're stepping down in two weeks &amp; we're buying her a cake from Begawan Solo. NCC training would not have been so fun if she weren't in charge of us.&lt;br /&gt;No, really!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for tonight.&lt;br /&gt;You know you love me.&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4309017523470046249-5168521018648225504?l=letslustforme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letslustforme.blogspot.com/feeds/5168521018648225504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4309017523470046249&amp;postID=5168521018648225504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4309017523470046249/posts/default/5168521018648225504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4309017523470046249/posts/default/5168521018648225504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letslustforme.blogspot.com/2008/06/miley-cyrus-has-released-her-latest.html' title='I WANT SIR DIOR'/><author><name>ASHES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13955543499386993429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4309017523470046249.post-374795874515990424</id><published>2008-06-27T05:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T06:29:41.011-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Smelly Bus Commuters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fergie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sir Dior'/><title type='text'>Labels of Love</title><content type='html'>Greetings fellow readers! This is probably my third or fourth blog. Haha. I create blogs when I'm bored. I just hafta commit myself to this blog and hopefully this time, the blog'll stay alive for a really long time.&lt;br /&gt;It's been quite a while since I last blogged.&lt;br /&gt;Well, today Nad and I went to town for retail therapy and of course, to bask and indulge ourselves in DIORMANN's presence. WE nearly died on the way there 'cos of the stupid bus. &lt;br /&gt;The bus was &lt;br /&gt;1)Filled with lower human life forms who've obviously not heard of 'deodarants' or 'perfumes'.&lt;br /&gt;2)Extremely stuffy.&lt;br /&gt;3)Terribly hot.&lt;br /&gt;which made the ride there worse than hell. Stupid Sun. Why can't HE shine some place else. Clearly, he doesn't like me very much. Is he even male?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we finally got to Takashimaya(Singapore's most amazing place) and had the most amazing time trying out shades in FENDI and GUCCI. I NEED THAT PAIR OF FENDI SHADES. It looked fabulous on me. The one Nad tried on looked extremely good on her too. That's IT! I'm taking Mummy's credit card! I just hafta to get that pair of shades.&lt;br /&gt;And the gorgeous CELINE bag. I had orgasms while holding that bag, I swear. It was so damn fine and pretty and big and pretty and sexy and pretty. It was on sale too. Damn, I'm buying the bag.&lt;br /&gt;And then we saw DIORMANN(whom we've renamed Sir Dior on our way home). He's so damn fine. OMG. I wish he had been on sale. I'd haff bought him on the spot. DAMN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meera came along and we've decided to get married to each other. WE'd be each other cover-ups, of course. Actually, just mine! We'd haff a lavish wedding and Meera, I was thinking a spring wedding with lotsa sunflowers and bright colors! Maybe, we could get married in Scotland. And we'd spent our honeymoon in some castle in Scotland. The FOUR of us could even fly to Milan or Paris after the honeymoon for our post-honeymoon shopping spree! Oh! And I'm thinking VERA WANG for your wedding gown.&lt;br /&gt;Don't forget to invite our maid-of-horror, DHARSJEN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love retail therapy. Oh, and 'Labels or Love' by Fergie is an amazing song. Heartbroken people should listen to that song. Especially those who've had their hearts broken by guys. If you're feeling terribly depressed because of some jerk guy, my(or Fergie's) advice would be to:&lt;br /&gt;1)Not cry, buy a bag and get over it.&lt;br /&gt;2)Go shop for labels. After all, you'd leave the store with no emotional baggage, just big bags filled with beautiful DIOR.&lt;br /&gt;3)Stop chasing 'em boys and shop some more.&lt;br /&gt;After all, a Prada dress has never and will never break anyone's heart. They're so much more worthwhile than 'em guys.&lt;br /&gt;I should know! I took her advice(I window-shopped but that still counts! Doesn't it?) and I'm not depressed anymore (;&lt;br /&gt;Or you could go see Sir DIOR. He'll make your day, definitely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That'll all from materialistic me tonight.&lt;br /&gt;Ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4309017523470046249-374795874515990424?l=letslustforme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letslustforme.blogspot.com/feeds/374795874515990424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4309017523470046249&amp;postID=374795874515990424' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4309017523470046249/posts/default/374795874515990424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4309017523470046249/posts/default/374795874515990424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letslustforme.blogspot.com/2008/06/labels-of-love.html' title='Labels of Love'/><author><name>ASHES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13955543499386993429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
