<?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-5717113</id><updated>2011-04-22T03:58:43.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Truth changes...</title><subtitle type='html'>i view the world through rose-colored lenses. let me be. let me drift aimlessly with the only permanence being my love.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseqoloredlenses.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5717113/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseqoloredlenses.blogspot.com/'/><link 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had in ages i believe. i think the last wonderful birthday was my 18th. i dont feel like im 21 actually. so i get to vote. big fat hairy deal. we all know who wins anyways. and im not even getting the cash from the govt. *sulks* no huge bash, no clubbin, no chalet, just me, my loved ones and fort minor. i</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5717113/posts/default/114116963271187747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5717113/posts/default/114116963271187747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseqoloredlenses.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114116963271187747' title=''/><author><name>Ms Wee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01068938179649183060</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5717113.post-114011535111285334</id><published>2006-02-17T02:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T02:42:31.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i was born to love 2.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5717113/posts/default/114011535111285334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5717113/posts/default/114011535111285334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseqoloredlenses.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#114011535111285334' title=''/><author><name>Ms Wee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01068938179649183060</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5717113.post-113898446680809940</id><published>2006-02-04T00:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-04T00:34:26.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so again a buncha idiots had to stir trouble throughout the world by provoking the temperamental asses whom we share oxygen with. when i first watched the news and saw how these muslims were reacting to the cartoons, rioting and burning and tearing flags and screaming and stuff i was like damn fed up. i mean seriously. get a fucking grip. stop being so angry. calm down and for god's sakes refer </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5717113/posts/default/113898446680809940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5717113/posts/default/113898446680809940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseqoloredlenses.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#113898446680809940' title=''/><author><name>Ms Wee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01068938179649183060</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5717113.post-113790559276827005</id><published>2006-01-22T12:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T12:59:53.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Conjure One feat. Poe - One WordWith only one wordYou took the ice out of the air againAnd put the heat back in the sun againWith only one wordWith only one wordYou put the weapons of the world awayIt's funny how one single thing you choose to sayWill change the world and thenIt suddenly means something betterEvery single thing I see, good or badYou make it mean something betterEvery pleasure, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5717113/posts/default/113790559276827005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5717113/posts/default/113790559276827005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseqoloredlenses.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113790559276827005' title=''/><author><name>Ms Wee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01068938179649183060</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5717113.post-113780934064419284</id><published>2006-01-21T09:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-21T10:09:00.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>most times we worry abt our destination and stress ourselves up on achieving what we want at the end of the journey, out of the whole process, that we pay no attention to the experiences we garner along the way, to the lessons we learn, the people we meet, the discoveries of self, our accomplishments and the richness of the journey in itself.  we worry what's gonna happen when we get there, when </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5717113/posts/default/113780934064419284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5717113/posts/default/113780934064419284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseqoloredlenses.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113780934064419284' title=''/><author><name>Ms Wee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01068938179649183060</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5717113.post-113674088221904249</id><published>2006-01-09T00:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T01:21:22.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i dont understand why, in today's world, where we are so advanced technologically and supposedly modernised and open-minded, that most people are ashamed to admit it if they met their partner/spouse online thru some quiz website or matchmaking agency or online game site. does it necessarily mean that such people who coincidentally meet their partner online or who sign up for matchmaking agencies,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5717113/posts/default/113674088221904249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5717113/posts/default/113674088221904249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseqoloredlenses.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113674088221904249' title=''/><author><name>Ms Wee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01068938179649183060</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5717113.post-113638178970755240</id><published>2006-01-04T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T21:36:29.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>jessica alba looks so mesmerizing as a sweet, cute girl in her new movie Awake. finally a psychological thriller instead of the stupid shit she's been doing. i hope this one doesnt flop like the rest of em. im seriously looking fwd to seeing her act in this genre. and i hope she acts better than when she was in dark angel which i think displays her acting skills best. the rest got me cursing in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5717113/posts/default/113638178970755240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5717113/posts/default/113638178970755240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseqoloredlenses.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113638178970755240' title=''/><author><name>Ms Wee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01068938179649183060</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5717113.post-113624629535827070</id><published>2006-01-03T07:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T07:58:15.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>   The Liberal Beauty You scored 90 looks, 82 personality, 40 politics, and 70 sex drive!    You're beautiful, you have a great personality, and youre highlysexual. You're a liberal with your views and you don't put moralsbefore everything. You're probably a great wife or girlfriend, and youknow how to make sure that the ones you love are happy. You're probablyfun in a conversation and I'm sure </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5717113/posts/default/113624629535827070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5717113/posts/default/113624629535827070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseqoloredlenses.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113624629535827070' title=''/><author><name>Ms Wee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01068938179649183060</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5717113.post-113624475123805464</id><published>2006-01-03T07:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T07:32:31.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>finally slept at 3am and woke up at 6am. i guess thats better than nothing. head starting to ache. eyes still red. feeling rather weak but hope floats. crumbled for a bit. as it sometimes does. still early for school. i wish i cld just crash. but even if i did i wldnt sleep a wink. for how long will this continue? i cant afford to be like this now tt sch's started. tummy hurts. ouch. pink pills </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5717113/posts/default/113624475123805464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5717113/posts/default/113624475123805464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseqoloredlenses.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113624475123805464' title=''/><author><name>Ms Wee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01068938179649183060</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5717113.post-113622387448070810</id><published>2006-01-03T01:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T01:44:34.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>my eyes are bloodshot. my temples throb. my tummy hurts from tt time of the month. i toss and turn in bed. it's almost 2am. sch starts tmr. cant sleep. havent been able to in days. i am exhausted. i fall asleep just to wake in the middle of the night.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5717113/posts/default/113622387448070810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5717113/posts/default/113622387448070810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseqoloredlenses.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113622387448070810' title=''/><author><name>Ms Wee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01068938179649183060</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5717113.post-113622062048851534</id><published>2006-01-03T00:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T00:50:20.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>some poems feel like they were written for you. this one does. to that person who sent me this, well..i couldn't thank him enough. perhaps someday i could. perhaps.Untitled - HeatherLooking into your eyes,I feel myself falling in love with you.I hope your feelings are true,I don't want to be left bruised.We walked hand in hand,I was having a ball!You gave me that melting glance,and then the rain </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5717113/posts/default/113622062048851534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5717113/posts/default/113622062048851534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseqoloredlenses.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113622062048851534' title=''/><author><name>Ms Wee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01068938179649183060</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5717113.post-113573398402919549</id><published>2005-12-28T09:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-28T09:40:09.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i dont wanna cry - mariah careyOnce again we sit in silenceAfter all is said and doneOnly emptiness inside usBaby, look what we've becomeWe can make a million promisesBut we still won't changeIt isn't right to stay togetherWhen you only bring each other painI don't wanna cryDon't wanna cryNothing in the worldCould take us backTo where we used to beThough I've given you my heart and soulI must </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5717113/posts/default/113573398402919549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5717113/posts/default/113573398402919549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseqoloredlenses.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113573398402919549' title=''/><author><name>Ms Wee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01068938179649183060</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5717113.post-113513343207379992</id><published>2005-12-21T10:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T10:50:32.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>   Jane Smith You scored 47% Ruthless    You are Jane Smith from Mr. and Mrs. Smith. Those pretty looks (orhandsome if you're a man) will definitely be of use once you show theopposition you can really throw down when the going gets tough. Youkeep your cool in sticky situations, and are a pretty good shot. Youhave a fair ability of getting yourself out of a jam, but you stillmake a few mistakes </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5717113/posts/default/113513343207379992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5717113/posts/default/113513343207379992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseqoloredlenses.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113513343207379992' title=''/><author><name>Ms Wee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01068938179649183060</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5717113.post-113439490826703436</id><published>2005-12-12T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T21:48:21.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>encountered 2 bouts of poor customer service in the past 2 days alone. yesterday i was at a jap fast food at bugis junction's basement. i was with heen. we had heard negative comments abt the taste of the food there so we thought ok we'll get just one dish and then see how it goes and if it's good we'll get somemore. so we bought this meal and i took ONE bite of it and said ok it's not bad so we </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5717113/posts/default/113439490826703436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5717113/posts/default/113439490826703436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseqoloredlenses.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113439490826703436' title=''/><author><name>Ms Wee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01068938179649183060</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5717113.post-113421614082097265</id><published>2005-12-10T20:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-10T20:02:20.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Your Birth Month is MarchYou love life and exude an outgoing, cheerful vibe.Blessed with a great sense of humor, you can laugh at adversity.Your soul reflects: Respect, desire, and generosityYour gemstone: AquamarineYour flower: DaffodilYour colors: White and light blueWhat Does Your Birth Month Mean?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5717113/posts/default/113421614082097265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5717113/posts/default/113421614082097265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseqoloredlenses.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113421614082097265' title=''/><author><name>Ms Wee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01068938179649183060</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5717113.post-113421591296506084</id><published>2005-12-10T19:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-10T19:58:32.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Your Seduction Style: Sweet TalkerYour seduction technique can be summed up with "charm"You know that if you have the chance to talk to someone...Well, you won't be talking for long! ;-)You're great at telling potential lovers what they want to hear.Partially, because you're a great reflective listener and good at complementing.The other part of your formula? Focusing your conversation completely</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5717113/posts/default/113421591296506084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5717113/posts/default/113421591296506084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseqoloredlenses.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113421591296506084' title=''/><author><name>Ms Wee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01068938179649183060</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5717113.post-113421550575072747</id><published>2005-12-10T19:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-10T19:51:45.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Movie Of Your Life Is Film NoirSo what if you're a little nihilistic at times?Life with meaning is highly over-rated. Your best movie matches: Sin City, L. A. Confidential, Blade RunnerIf Your Life Was a Movie, What Genre Would It Be?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5717113/posts/default/113421550575072747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5717113/posts/default/113421550575072747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseqoloredlenses.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113421550575072747' title=''/><author><name>Ms Wee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01068938179649183060</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5717113.post-113421471714654699</id><published>2005-12-10T19:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-10T19:38:37.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You Are Dave Matthews Band Magic Brownies Ice CreamNot *those* magic brownies!What Flavor Ben and Jerry's Ice Cream Are You?oh and my daddy is dennis rodman? well saddle up dada...it's gonna be one helluva incestous ride...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5717113/posts/default/113421471714654699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5717113/posts/default/113421471714654699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseqoloredlenses.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113421471714654699' title=''/><author><name>Ms Wee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01068938179649183060</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5717113.post-113421463615039586</id><published>2005-12-10T19:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-10T19:37:16.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Your Daddy Is Dennis RodmanWhat You Call Him: DadaWhy You Love Him: You don't love him, you just love calling him "daddy"Who's Your Daddy?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5717113/posts/default/113421463615039586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5717113/posts/default/113421463615039586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseqoloredlenses.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113421463615039586' title=''/><author><name>Ms Wee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01068938179649183060</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5717113.post-113421369497936297</id><published>2005-12-10T19:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-10T19:21:34.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Your 2005 Song IsSince You've Been Gone by Kelly Clarkson"But since you've been goneI can breathe for the first timeI'm so moving on"In 2005, you moved on.What Hit Song of 2005 Are You?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5717113/posts/default/113421369497936297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5717113/posts/default/113421369497936297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseqoloredlenses.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113421369497936297' title=''/><author><name>Ms Wee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01068938179649183060</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5717113.post-113421303114399497</id><published>2005-12-10T19:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-10T19:10:31.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Your Birthdate: March 1You are a natural born leader, even if those leadership talents haven't been developed yet.You have the power and self confidence to succeed in life, and your power grows daily.Besides power, you also have a great deal of creativity that enables you to innovate instead of fail.You are a visionary, seeing the big picture instead of all of the trivial little details.Your </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5717113/posts/default/113421303114399497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5717113/posts/default/113421303114399497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseqoloredlenses.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113421303114399497' title=''/><author><name>Ms Wee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01068938179649183060</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5717113.post-113421253149743487</id><published>2005-12-10T19:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-10T19:02:13.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Drew Blyth Barrymore DBB is my absolute goddess. everyone who knows me, knows that i worship the ground she walks on. i think if i ever met her in person, i'd know what perfect means, how a complete life feels. watched fever pitch yest. i dont know why the critics gave it a hard time. i think it's very funny and cute and sweet. i know duplex got a little draggy after a while but i really like </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5717113/posts/default/113421253149743487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5717113/posts/default/113421253149743487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseqoloredlenses.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113421253149743487' title=''/><author><name>Ms Wee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01068938179649183060</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5717113.post-113358960506967197</id><published>2005-12-03T13:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-03T14:00:05.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>   Child of the Night Congratulations! You scored 68%    So, you think you're pretty cool, huh? Well, chances are, you could beright. You've hung up that tired old cape and swapped it for a sexyleather jacket and a pair of dark glasses that hide your brooding,hypnotic eyes. You may be hundreds of years old, but no-one would everknow...I pity the poor Slayer that ever crosses your path...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5717113/posts/default/113358960506967197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5717113/posts/default/113358960506967197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseqoloredlenses.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113358960506967197' title=''/><author><name>Ms Wee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01068938179649183060</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5717113.post-113354145411825728</id><published>2005-12-03T00:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-03T00:37:34.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>having spent 250 smackeroos on a VIP BSB concert ticket, i can now sleep well at night without fretting about not getting amazing seats. not only am i way front, im also at seat no. 1 which is a gorgeous aisle seat right in the centre. thanks to LAMC the organizer and ross, this White guy i met while collecting my ticket. not only did he give me a seat better than the one i was promised, he let </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5717113/posts/default/113354145411825728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5717113/posts/default/113354145411825728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseqoloredlenses.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113354145411825728' title=''/><author><name>Ms Wee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01068938179649183060</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5717113.post-113354075559927709</id><published>2005-12-03T00:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-03T00:25:55.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>years ago, someone practical, rational and grounded, sheepishly admitted that the now clichè line from 'jerry maguire', ie. "you complete me", reminded him of me. recently, he said the same thing. the song off the soundtrack, 'secret garden' by bruce springsteen, is very special to me. somehow it describes me in my past and current relationships with men. hmm. either way the lyrics are beautiful.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5717113/posts/default/113354075559927709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5717113/posts/default/113354075559927709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseqoloredlenses.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113354075559927709' title=''/><author><name>Ms Wee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01068938179649183060</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5717113.post-113336747844619065</id><published>2005-12-01T00:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T00:18:08.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>negligivaget. and u know that. truth changes. but some truths never do. negligivaget.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5717113/posts/default/113336747844619065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5717113/posts/default/113336747844619065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseqoloredlenses.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113336747844619065' title=''/><author><name>Ms Wee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01068938179649183060</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5717113.post-113267329705472747</id><published>2005-11-22T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T23:43:18.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i REALLY REALLY REALLY wanna go cairo with my uncle but not only is the price pretty steep, it's right smack during school and mid-sem tests season. bleargh. but im only going if he's going and he's only going if the response is good. i cant even go with shaikh coz his trip is also during sch season. urgh. well i guess there goes exploring cairo with my uncle. too bad. coz it'd have been a great </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5717113/posts/default/113267329705472747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5717113/posts/default/113267329705472747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseqoloredlenses.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113267329705472747' title=''/><author><name>Ms Wee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01068938179649183060</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5717113.post-113240683735644638</id><published>2005-11-19T19:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-19T21:27:17.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>she makes lots of mistakes in her life. she says things she wishes she hasnt. she has thoughts she shouldnt have. she does things she knows aren't right. she wants the things she doesnt need but this..this isnt one of them. this..this is the one thing she lives for. forever it seems it's toyed with her, haunting her slumber, her waking hour... when will it end? how will it end? will it even? </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5717113/posts/default/113240683735644638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5717113/posts/default/113240683735644638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseqoloredlenses.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113240683735644638' title=''/><author><name>Ms Wee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01068938179649183060</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5717113.post-113237401760511079</id><published>2005-11-19T11:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-19T12:25:48.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ok so today's blog is gonna be all about songs. first up we've got madonna who is a genius. im so hung up over Her. Her single is oh-so-delicious, combining classic retro and modern dance. in recent years, she's churned out some songs that dont sit all that well with me but 'hung up' is gorgeous. her exquisite face, awesome body, trademark teeth, hair ala farrah fawcett and unique voice has once </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5717113/posts/default/113237401760511079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5717113/posts/default/113237401760511079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseqoloredlenses.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113237401760511079' title=''/><author><name>Ms Wee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01068938179649183060</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5717113.post-113146783533483166</id><published>2005-11-09T00:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T00:37:15.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ok ok , everybody hang on to their panties, im bloggin already..so Eid's come and gone. cheeks've been stuffed, heen's visited and left, the grandparental units love em, so's the aunts and uncles and cousins and mom but the dad is a tad jealous ive another man in my life. had a tiff with him. he was flg all insecure and unloved just coz i dont go over to his place and visit his family. matters' </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5717113/posts/default/113146783533483166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5717113/posts/default/113146783533483166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseqoloredlenses.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113146783533483166' title=''/><author><name>Ms Wee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01068938179649183060</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5717113.post-113052973284831943</id><published>2005-10-29T03:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-29T04:02:17.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Warning: the content of the following blog entry might induce nausea to cynics. read with caution. i am so utterly, incredibly, unbelievably in love. yes ive said all of this before but i never ever thought that after almost 3 yrs, i cld be even more in love than ever. i mean yeah 3 yrs aint a big deal to lotsa couples, especially those old-timers who remain married for almost a century but to me</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5717113/posts/default/113052973284831943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5717113/posts/default/113052973284831943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseqoloredlenses.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#113052973284831943' title=''/><author><name>Ms Wee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01068938179649183060</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5717113.post-113017187577094970</id><published>2005-10-25T00:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T00:42:39.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>what better way to break my fast and celebrate our 35th than with each other at a great place like sanur. amazing love, gorgeous food, thank you God for Your blessings. lookin fwd to mtg up with shameem to break fast together at serangoon this friday, after which we're gonna attack the bazaar and prolly get henna-ed. the ones at the diwali bazaar are way nicer than those at geylang's -- plus she </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5717113/posts/default/113017187577094970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5717113/posts/default/113017187577094970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseqoloredlenses.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#113017187577094970' title=''/><author><name>Ms Wee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01068938179649183060</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5717113.post-112924809345612425</id><published>2005-10-14T08:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T08:01:33.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You Are a Chick Rocker!You're living proof that chicks can rockYou're inspired by Joan Jett and the DonnasAnd when you rock, you rock hard(Plus, you get all the cute guy groupies you want!)What Kind of Rocker Are You?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5717113/posts/default/112924809345612425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5717113/posts/default/112924809345612425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseqoloredlenses.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112924809345612425' title=''/><author><name>Ms Wee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01068938179649183060</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5717113.post-112924777650830197</id><published>2005-10-14T07:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T07:56:16.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>another what the hell moment..Your Irish Name Is...Zoe SmithWhat's your Irish Name?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5717113/posts/default/112924777650830197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5717113/posts/default/112924777650830197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseqoloredlenses.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112924777650830197' title=''/><author><name>Ms Wee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01068938179649183060</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5717113.post-112924771882091581</id><published>2005-10-14T07:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T07:55:18.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You are a BelieverYou believe in God and your chosen religion.Whether you're Christian, Muslim, Jewish, or Hindu..Your convictions are strong and unwavering.You think your religion is the one true way, for everyone.What's Your Religious Philosophy?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5717113/posts/default/112924771882091581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5717113/posts/default/112924771882091581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseqoloredlenses.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112924771882091581' title=''/><author><name>Ms Wee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01068938179649183060</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5717113.post-112924750711309757</id><published>2005-10-14T07:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T07:51:47.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>this confirms it. im incestous.Your Daddy Is Johnny DeppWhat You Call Him: Daddy-oWhy You Love Him: He takes you to churchWho's Your Daddy?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5717113/posts/default/112924750711309757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5717113/posts/default/112924750711309757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseqoloredlenses.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112924750711309757' title=''/><author><name>Ms Wee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01068938179649183060</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5717113.post-112924721286895549</id><published>2005-10-14T07:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T07:46:52.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Slow and SteadyYour friends see you as painstaking and fussy. They see you as very cautious, extremely careful, a slow and steady plodder.It'd really surprise them if you ever did something impulsively or on the spur of the moment.They expect you to examine everything carefully from every angle and then usually decide against it.How Do People See You?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5717113/posts/default/112924721286895549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5717113/posts/default/112924721286895549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseqoloredlenses.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112924721286895549' title=''/><author><name>Ms Wee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01068938179649183060</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5717113.post-112924698634114474</id><published>2005-10-14T07:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T07:43:06.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>what the hell....well at least it aint laroach. Your French Name is:Lorraine  LarocheWhat's Your French Name?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5717113/posts/default/112924698634114474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5717113/posts/default/112924698634114474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseqoloredlenses.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112924698634114474' title=''/><author><name>Ms Wee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01068938179649183060</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5717113.post-112924630193749340</id><published>2005-10-14T07:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T07:31:41.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Kelly Clarkson Shares Your Taste in MusicSee her whole playlist here (iTunes required)Which Musician (or Group) Shares Your Taste in Music?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5717113/posts/default/112924630193749340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5717113/posts/default/112924630193749340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseqoloredlenses.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112924630193749340' title=''/><author><name>Ms Wee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01068938179649183060</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5717113.post-112924605358606159</id><published>2005-10-14T07:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T07:27:33.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>whoa. this is true. Your Mood Ring is Light BlueEmotions mixedUnsettledCoolMood Ring Generator</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5717113/posts/default/112924605358606159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5717113/posts/default/112924605358606159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseqoloredlenses.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112924605358606159' title=''/><author><name>Ms Wee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01068938179649183060</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5717113.post-112924599868893984</id><published>2005-10-14T07:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T07:26:38.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You Are Somewhat MachiavellianYou're not going to mow over everyone to get ahead...But you're also powerful enough to make things happen for yourself.You understand how the world works, even when it's an ugly place.You just don't get ugly yourself - unless you have to!How Machiavellian Are You?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5717113/posts/default/112924599868893984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5717113/posts/default/112924599868893984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseqoloredlenses.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112924599868893984' title=''/><author><name>Ms Wee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01068938179649183060</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5717113.post-112924586464228077</id><published>2005-10-14T07:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T07:24:24.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You Should Get a MFA (Masters of Fine Arts)You're a blooming artistic talent, even if you aren't quite convinced.You'd make an incredible artist, photographer, or film maker.What Advanced Degree Should You Get?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5717113/posts/default/112924586464228077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5717113/posts/default/112924586464228077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseqoloredlenses.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112924586464228077' title=''/><author><name>Ms Wee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01068938179649183060</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5717113.post-112924559063528844</id><published>2005-10-14T07:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T07:19:50.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Your Career Type: ArtisticYou are expressive, original, and independent.Your talents lie in your artistic abilities: creative writing, drama, crafts,  music, or art.You would make an excellent:Actor - Art Teacher - Book Editor Clothes Designer - Comedian - Composer Dancer  - DJ - Graphic DesignerIllustrator - Musician - Sculptor The worst career options for your are conventional careers, like </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5717113/posts/default/112924559063528844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5717113/posts/default/112924559063528844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseqoloredlenses.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112924559063528844' title=''/><author><name>Ms Wee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01068938179649183060</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5717113.post-112924541895854146</id><published>2005-10-14T07:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T07:16:58.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>calm and rational do not apply when i see a roach. unless it's quietly hiding under some cupboard and i feel a tad empowered to grab the repellent and kill it. What Your Sleeping Position SaysYou are calm and rational.You are also giving and kind - a great friend.You are easy going and trusting.However, you are too sensible to fall for mind games.What Does Your Sleeping Position Say About You?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5717113/posts/default/112924541895854146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5717113/posts/default/112924541895854146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseqoloredlenses.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112924541895854146' title=''/><author><name>Ms Wee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01068938179649183060</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5717113.post-112924529356608153</id><published>2005-10-14T07:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T07:14:53.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i got balls. hahahahYou Are 60% Boyish and 40% GirlishYou are pretty evenly split down the middle - a total eunuch.Okay, kidding about the eunuch part. But you do get along with both sexes.You reject traditional gender roles. However, you don't actively fight them.You're just you. You don't try to be what people expect you to be.How Boyish or Girlish Are You?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5717113/posts/default/112924529356608153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5717113/posts/default/112924529356608153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseqoloredlenses.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112924529356608153' title=''/><author><name>Ms Wee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01068938179649183060</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5717113.post-112912886764644322</id><published>2005-10-12T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T22:54:27.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>2 traumatising days. yest nite i spotted a roach in the kitchen and froze but i drew strength from my first kill and told myself to show it who's boss. i grabbed the repellent and pumped like a mad woman. im proud to say, ladies and gents, that ive killed 2 roaches on my own now. got a haircut today. cldnt decide where to cut and how to cut. went back to my usual place and although at first i was</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5717113/posts/default/112912886764644322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5717113/posts/default/112912886764644322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseqoloredlenses.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112912886764644322' title=''/><author><name>Ms Wee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01068938179649183060</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5717113.post-112866841636034337</id><published>2005-10-07T14:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T15:00:17.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>following article courtesy of Daily Tuna. http://www.hollywoodtuna.com/?p=303 sorry i cant upload the pics.Jessica Alba says her grandmother is upset with her for showing too much skin in her latest movie, Into the Blue."She never likes me in bathing suits because they always expose my breasts." This might explain what Jessica wore to the Early Show. I'm sure Jessica had something else planned, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5717113/posts/default/112866841636034337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5717113/posts/default/112866841636034337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseqoloredlenses.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112866841636034337' title=''/><author><name>Ms Wee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01068938179649183060</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5717113.post-112866563510007905</id><published>2005-10-07T12:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T14:13:55.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>On Celebs and SuchFalse Hubba-hubba Over Alba(excerpts from Access Hollywood Article; copyright 2005 by nbc)"How about that poster of you guys?" he said, commenting on the promotional poster showing a scantily clad Jessica standing next to co-star Paul Walker. "There's hardly any clothes on there." "I know. They enhanced it a little bit," she revealed. "What did they enhance?" Tony had to ask. "</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5717113/posts/default/112866563510007905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5717113/posts/default/112866563510007905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseqoloredlenses.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112866563510007905' title=''/><author><name>Ms Wee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01068938179649183060</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5717113.post-112826021055360978</id><published>2005-10-02T21:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-02T21:42:55.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so guess what happened recently in supposedly racial harmonious singapore? my uncle's sister-in-law who wears the head scarf and worked at a certain petrol kiosk, received first-hand racial discrimination. a chinese man refused to pay for his petrol because she was the cashier and insisted that he pay to someone else. so her manager came out and reprimanded the customer and asked him how he cld </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5717113/posts/default/112826021055360978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5717113/posts/default/112826021055360978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseqoloredlenses.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112826021055360978' title=''/><author><name>Ms Wee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01068938179649183060</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5717113.post-112780759374848372</id><published>2005-09-27T15:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T15:53:13.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i cldnt put down 'in the cut' until i'd reached the end so i didnt sleep last nite. it's a fast-paced, raunchy, suspenseful book tt u cant stop devouring. now i wanna go rent the movie. the flg u get at the end of it is how u'd feel hearing things like someone's accidentally shaven their clit or sliced off their nipple. yes, it's tt sort of disturbing flg that makes u wince and cringe. now im on </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5717113/posts/default/112780759374848372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5717113/posts/default/112780759374848372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseqoloredlenses.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112780759374848372' title=''/><author><name>Ms Wee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01068938179649183060</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5717113.post-112775242008554483</id><published>2005-09-27T00:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T15:54:49.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>friday was the happiest day of my life because the immense fear, anxiety and worry i'd been havin over my accounting exam, finally came to an end. i passed. so thank god for that. with tt outta my sytem, i cld celebrate and enjoy hols for real. sat and sun was gluttony wkend. feasted at hyatt's straits kitchen on sat. my grams loved the cake. she was all teary-eyed when the staff came out to sing</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5717113/posts/default/112775242008554483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5717113/posts/default/112775242008554483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseqoloredlenses.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112775242008554483' title=''/><author><name>Ms Wee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01068938179649183060</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5717113.post-112750278680573734</id><published>2005-09-24T02:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-24T03:13:06.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>yest i met someone i haven't met for a few yrs now. seems like lifetimes ago what we shared. what we used to mean to each other. seeing him brought all the memories back. surprisingly there werent much of the bitter ones. they were all pleasant memories. why is it that when we're with someone we only tend to recall the bad and when they're gone, all the gd theyve done comes rushing back? but as i</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5717113/posts/default/112750278680573734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5717113/posts/default/112750278680573734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseqoloredlenses.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112750278680573734' title=''/><author><name>Ms Wee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01068938179649183060</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5717113.post-112746092887451676</id><published>2005-09-23T15:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-23T15:35:29.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>21st sept was a historical day, not only becoz inxs finally has a new frontman that oozes charisma and drips sexiness, but more importantly, i made my first cockroach kill. and it wasnt easy. i was home alone, faced with a grandaddy of a roach and i didnt have MY grandaddy to battle it out with it. my hands were trembling so badly, cold sweat beaded my forehead, my eyes started tearing and my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5717113/posts/default/112746092887451676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5717113/posts/default/112746092887451676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseqoloredlenses.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112746092887451676' title=''/><author><name>Ms Wee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01068938179649183060</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5717113.post-112728421719093616</id><published>2005-09-21T14:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T14:40:29.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ive just finished another stephen king novel -- desperation. so much for my not wanting to borrow more s.k. bks after salem's lot. hahaha but he's like that. he's a drug. anyways desperation isnt flat-out horror and it's the best thriller ive read. it's got love, faith, god, unbelief (not disbelief), despair, repentance, 2nd chances, lust, greed, evil, fury, sadness, hurt, death and gore. it's a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5717113/posts/default/112728421719093616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5717113/posts/default/112728421719093616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseqoloredlenses.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112728421719093616' title=''/><author><name>Ms Wee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01068938179649183060</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5717113.post-112714570216344313</id><published>2005-09-20T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T00:01:42.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>courtesy of starhub.comLife Affirming Wisdom SeekerYou understand that new does not always mean better and you see no reason to skip from one fad to the next. You value things that have stood the test of time, things that have proved themselves. You hate to kill time? that would be cruel, and after all, every moment is precious. You are fully aware that life is a one lap race. You like to enjoy </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5717113/posts/default/112714570216344313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5717113/posts/default/112714570216344313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseqoloredlenses.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112714570216344313' title=''/><author><name>Ms Wee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01068938179649183060</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5717113.post-112680353324821471</id><published>2005-09-16T00:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T00:58:53.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so once in a while i hear a song that totally describes what im going thru or maybe just listening to the tune is like reading my soul or the voice on the track just soothes me into crying long due. and i've had a couple of such songs come my way. hearing these songs for the first time is like uncovering a faith i need to embrace. sometimes the lyrics may not describe what i'm feeling or thinking</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5717113/posts/default/112680353324821471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5717113/posts/default/112680353324821471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseqoloredlenses.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112680353324821471' title=''/><author><name>Ms Wee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01068938179649183060</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5717113.post-112649612474748893</id><published>2005-09-12T11:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T11:35:24.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>courtesy of noraida's blog. i dont think this is absolutely true though. i don't thirst for love and neither do i don't fall easily hahahThe Keys to Your HeartYou are attracted to those who are unbridled, untrammeled, and free.In love, you feel the most alive when things are straight-forward, and you're told that you're loved.You'd like to your lover to think you are optimistic and happy.You </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5717113/posts/default/112649612474748893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5717113/posts/default/112649612474748893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseqoloredlenses.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112649612474748893' title=''/><author><name>Ms Wee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01068938179649183060</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5717113.post-112537293505047965</id><published>2005-08-30T11:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T11:43:16.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>if i'd known stephen king's salem's lot is so fuckin scary, i wldnt have read it in the first place. but im down with 500 pages and ive got the last 100 or so to go and i dont not finish books once ive started. unless theyre so fucken boring like arundhati roy's the god of small things. everyone seems to put this book on their fave book list but i think it's a load of bore and that most ppl just </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5717113/posts/default/112537293505047965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5717113/posts/default/112537293505047965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseqoloredlenses.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112537293505047965' title=''/><author><name>Ms Wee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01068938179649183060</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5717113.post-112484169326064323</id><published>2005-08-24T07:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T08:01:33.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ok so im 7 1/2 hrs too late but thank you so incredibly much, love, for 33 amazing, confusing, soul-searching months. I wonder how you've turned this commitment-phobe that is me, into a gf in a long-term rship. so i still get jittery when bridal shop employees beckon us to look at their catalogues and my fingers still get claustrophobic with rings round em but at least i know now without a doubt </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5717113/posts/default/112484169326064323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5717113/posts/default/112484169326064323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseqoloredlenses.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112484169326064323' title=''/><author><name>Ms Wee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01068938179649183060</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5717113.post-112424914115832174</id><published>2005-08-17T11:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T11:25:41.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i think ive finally understood the mechanisms of a manual car. ive finally mastered it. my body finally has a feel of what to do and just how much to do it in various situations. now i rock at the damn wheel. the only thing i've got to work on is my attn span on those damn road signs. i pray to god that when the time comes i will pass it. but for now im so happy at my progress and in finally </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5717113/posts/default/112424914115832174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5717113/posts/default/112424914115832174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseqoloredlenses.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112424914115832174' title=''/><author><name>Ms Wee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01068938179649183060</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5717113.post-112394521508346190</id><published>2005-08-13T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-13T23:00:18.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>who needs dope or vodka with this song around?Guns n Roses "sweet child o' mine"She's got a smile that it seems to meReminds me of childhood memoriesWhere everythingWas as fresh as the bright blue skyNow and then when I see her faceShe takes me away to thatspecial placeAnd if I stared too longI'd probably break down and crySweet child o' mineSweet love of mineShe's got eyes of the bluest skiesAs </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5717113/posts/default/112394521508346190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5717113/posts/default/112394521508346190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseqoloredlenses.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112394521508346190' title=''/><author><name>Ms Wee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01068938179649183060</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5717113.post-112360448817878960</id><published>2005-08-09T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T00:21:28.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i am not an animal lover. u can ask anyone and they'll know better than to talk abt animals with me or expect me to stroke their cat or talk to their parrots. but they also know that i love dogs. yes, if there's one animal i love and adore, it's the dog. the bigger, the furrier, the better. of course there are certain dogs i cant stand like the bulldog (striking resemblance to my ex-sch's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5717113/posts/default/112360448817878960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5717113/posts/default/112360448817878960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseqoloredlenses.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112360448817878960' title=''/><author><name>Ms Wee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01068938179649183060</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5717113.post-112343291287660292</id><published>2005-08-08T00:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T00:41:52.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>some ppl are as dumb as a stump. and as cold as stone. i know one such person who is. but this one such creature is lucky. oh so lucky. that it wasnt me she messed with. for if it had been me, she would have been impaled. i know this cunt doesnt read my blog but im seething right now so im still writing abt this. and to whoever fucks out there who want to say something to my friends, u better </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5717113/posts/default/112343291287660292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5717113/posts/default/112343291287660292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseqoloredlenses.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112343291287660292' title=''/><author><name>Ms Wee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01068938179649183060</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5717113.post-112334315406850722</id><published>2005-08-06T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-06T23:45:54.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so incredibly addicted and hypnotized by jordis unga's version of david bowie's 'man who sold the world'. haunting lyrics..im lovin my hp. lovin it so bad. im so glad i got it. *bliss* cant wait for sch to end. 15 more sch days. then im free. to mug for finals. bleargh. well at least im free. from a fixed, routined schedule. happy 23rd to the man who IS my world.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5717113/posts/default/112334315406850722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5717113/posts/default/112334315406850722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseqoloredlenses.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112334315406850722' title=''/><author><name>Ms Wee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01068938179649183060</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5717113.post-112326453970398299</id><published>2005-08-06T01:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-06T01:55:39.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>first time in my life i didnt get any sleep for over 30 consecutive hours. and why? sch project. what a thrilling life i lead yes? now my right wrist hurts from all the typing and writing. anyways hope to see ya guys tmr if im not off to jb. later...               Woody Allen      Your film will be 61% romantic, 44% comedy,  38% complex plot, and a $ 34 million budget.                  Be </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5717113/posts/default/112326453970398299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5717113/posts/default/112326453970398299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseqoloredlenses.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112326453970398299' title=''/><author><name>Ms Wee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01068938179649183060</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5717113.post-112299696167607508</id><published>2005-08-02T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-02T23:36:01.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>got my new hp. the gorgeous, sleek, samsung e330c. sigh. even the name is sexy to me. e-three-three-O-c. oooh. such a turn-on. saw a sweet as hell pink billabong lanyard in heeren and bought it. pink on silver. round my neck. ooh yesss heheeh.stuffed my fat face at billy bomber's. honestly im gonna die of blocked arteries. heen taught me how to use my digicam. thank god for him. my techy angel. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5717113/posts/default/112299696167607508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5717113/posts/default/112299696167607508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseqoloredlenses.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112299696167607508' title=''/><author><name>Ms Wee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01068938179649183060</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5717113.post-112290872881592920</id><published>2005-08-01T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T23:05:28.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i'm very forgiving. i just realised that. i mean i've always known that of myself but it just hit me how forgiving i really am. hmm.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5717113/posts/default/112290872881592920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5717113/posts/default/112290872881592920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseqoloredlenses.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112290872881592920' title=''/><author><name>Ms Wee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01068938179649183060</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5717113.post-112286938647270208</id><published>2005-08-01T11:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T12:09:46.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i am so lost. i dont even know what i wanna work as. where im gonna work. what im gonna do with my life. what i can do with my life. where i am in life. where i wanna be in life. where im headed in life. my ambitions have changed so drastically from a few yrs ago that i wldnt be surprised if they changed again in a few yrs. all i know is that i wanna travel. i know of some places overseas that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5717113/posts/default/112286938647270208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5717113/posts/default/112286938647270208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseqoloredlenses.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112286938647270208' title=''/><author><name>Ms Wee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01068938179649183060</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5717113.post-112274485871785961</id><published>2005-07-31T01:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-31T01:34:18.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>on friday, we celebrated my uncle's bd. noone really celebrates his bd so i thought this yr since i have a bit of cash, i'll spend it on him and do something special. so i got him a cake and bought him a gift and wrapped it in gorgeous wrapping paper complete with a card and ribbon. went over to his place and we all snapped pics and sang happy bd and stuff and he was so touched. he's a leo but </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5717113/posts/default/112274485871785961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5717113/posts/default/112274485871785961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseqoloredlenses.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112274485871785961' title=''/><author><name>Ms Wee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01068938179649183060</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5717113.post-112257103274050855</id><published>2005-07-29T00:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-29T01:17:12.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>being an esprit member, i get discounts and vouchers from time to time. on tuesday i went to the marina branch where i got a tank top. see when i enter a shop i usually just ask for an L or something coz singaporeans tend to be petite midgets and so take in a lot of these tiny-sized clothing. so one of the tank tops had a large so ok that was settled. the other one was an edc top, also by esprit.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5717113/posts/default/112257103274050855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5717113/posts/default/112257103274050855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseqoloredlenses.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112257103274050855' title=''/><author><name>Ms Wee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01068938179649183060</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5717113.post-112247684197579079</id><published>2005-07-27T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T23:08:55.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i think i may have watched the best CSI ep ever. or even the best tv series episode ever. i dont know. i caught myself with my eyes enlarged, eyebrows raised and jaw dropped open several times. i was crying, screaming, laughing all in 2 hours. but something nags at me. wld i have pulled the trigger or not? at this moment i'd like to think that i'd stick by the rules and let God take me away to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5717113/posts/default/112247684197579079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5717113/posts/default/112247684197579079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseqoloredlenses.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112247684197579079' title=''/><author><name>Ms Wee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01068938179649183060</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5717113.post-112245018812626454</id><published>2005-07-27T15:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T15:43:08.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"perhaps the key is not that when together we are perfect, but rather, when untogether we are unperfect."                              --ben lewellyn</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5717113/posts/default/112245018812626454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5717113/posts/default/112245018812626454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseqoloredlenses.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112245018812626454' title=''/><author><name>Ms Wee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01068938179649183060</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5717113.post-112231584426631552</id><published>2005-07-26T02:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-26T02:24:04.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>and my horoscope says....Go ahead and tell people what you think, even if you've suddenly realized that it's going to startle them. Your list of priorities has changed -- and changed drastically, too -- just over the past few days, or even hours. It's not all that odd. All it takes is one event for us to see things clearly, and that may be what's happened to you now. Announce your new attitude to</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5717113/posts/default/112231584426631552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5717113/posts/default/112231584426631552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseqoloredlenses.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112231584426631552' title=''/><author><name>Ms Wee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01068938179649183060</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5717113.post-112222962965596970</id><published>2005-07-25T01:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T02:27:09.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ok the key word was TRY. try to focus on mktg. but im weak so sue me. anyways have a few things to get off my chest before i really attack the assignment. so here goes...i must say im still getting to know my friends. i think because everything and everyone is constantly changing, learning and growing, that there's always something to be updated on. i used to make excuses for u. put u way up high</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5717113/posts/default/112222962965596970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5717113/posts/default/112222962965596970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseqoloredlenses.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112222962965596970' title=''/><author><name>Ms Wee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01068938179649183060</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5717113.post-112222700833186374</id><published>2005-07-25T01:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T01:43:28.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>for those with cable, hope u guys caught this evening's oprah with serena and venus williams and jada pinkett-smith. really empowering episode. must say it's impacted me in several ways. anyhows im up trying to focus on my damn mktg assignment to the sweet company of the corrs. k then. later....</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5717113/posts/default/112222700833186374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5717113/posts/default/112222700833186374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseqoloredlenses.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112222700833186374' title=''/><author><name>Ms Wee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01068938179649183060</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5717113.post-112196295082897683</id><published>2005-07-22T00:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-22T00:25:42.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Priss Deliberate Brutal Love Dreamer (DBLDf)    Mature. Responsible. Aristocratic. Excuse me. The Priss.     Prisses are the smartest of all female types. You're highly perceptive, and confident in your judgements. You'd take brutal honesty over superficiality any time--your friends always know where they stand with you. You're completely unfake. Don't tell me that's not a word. You're also </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5717113/posts/default/112196295082897683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5717113/posts/default/112196295082897683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseqoloredlenses.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112196295082897683' title=''/><author><name>Ms Wee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01068938179649183060</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5717113.post-112170708765145229</id><published>2005-07-19T01:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T01:18:07.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>must watch crash. you must watch crash. crash is amazingly awesome. left me breathless and reeling in awe of it. oh yes you must watch crash...even if it's the last thing you do. please do yourself a favor and watch crash. the best movie of 2005 so far. hell it's the best movie ive watched since forrest gump. love the script. love the plot. love every bit of it. so raw. so beautiful. so true. yes</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5717113/posts/default/112170708765145229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5717113/posts/default/112170708765145229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseqoloredlenses.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112170708765145229' title=''/><author><name>Ms Wee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01068938179649183060</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5717113.post-112149961461409750</id><published>2005-07-16T15:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-16T15:40:14.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Avril Lavigne: TomorrowAnd I wanna believe youWhen you tell me that it'll be okYa I try to believe youBut I don'tWhen you say that it's gonna beIt always turns out to be a different wayI try to believe youNot today, today, today, today, today...I don't know how to feel,tomorrow, tomorrow,I don't know what to say,tomorrow, tomorrowIs a different dayAnd i know i'm not readyMaybe tomorrow.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5717113/posts/default/112149961461409750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5717113/posts/default/112149961461409750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseqoloredlenses.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112149961461409750' title=''/><author><name>Ms Wee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01068938179649183060</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5717113.post-112149920214555449</id><published>2005-07-16T15:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-16T15:33:22.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Avril Lavigne: NakedI wake up in the morningPut on my faceThe one that's gonna get meThrough another dayDoesn't really matter How i feel insideCause life is like a game sometimesBut then you came around meThe walls just disappearedNothing to surround meAnd keep me from my fearsI'm unprotectedSee how i've opened upOh, you've made me trust</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5717113/posts/default/112149920214555449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5717113/posts/default/112149920214555449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseqoloredlenses.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112149920214555449' title=''/><author><name>Ms Wee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01068938179649183060</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5717113.post-112140764992267039</id><published>2005-07-15T14:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-15T14:08:01.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Princess!You scored 83 princessness! You're beautiful, inside and out, selfless, respectable, and sensible. You care about other people, and you can take charge and get things done. You're definitely Princess material!  My test tracked 1 variable How you compared to other people your age and gender:You scored higher than 55% on princessnessLink: The Princess Test written by refulgentone on Ok </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5717113/posts/default/112140764992267039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5717113/posts/default/112140764992267039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseqoloredlenses.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112140764992267039' title=''/><author><name>Ms Wee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01068938179649183060</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5717113.post-112126834346821553</id><published>2005-07-13T22:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T23:25:43.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>went to reshmi's house on sunday evening to hang with deborah, naz, siti, rahm. reshmi's dog teddy is the cutest thing on earth. yes it's very rare i gush over animals but i love dogs and teddy is such a darling. anyways we watched some clips of tegan &amp; sara and queer as folk. gorged on nasi lemak and arnott's tim tam. what an amazing time indeed. too bad we cldnt have more time together. had </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5717113/posts/default/112126834346821553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5717113/posts/default/112126834346821553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseqoloredlenses.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112126834346821553' title=''/><author><name>Ms Wee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01068938179649183060</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5717113.post-112066917455863812</id><published>2005-07-07T00:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T00:59:34.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>we're never satisfied with what we have, so why have anything in the first place?only the flawed will know perfection and only perfection will know it's non-existent.what am i rambling about? i have no idea. the past couple of days have been beautiful. started on 3rd july when my cousin had a birthday party. the whole marican herd was there and it was pure fun getting together. then at nite i met</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5717113/posts/default/112066917455863812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5717113/posts/default/112066917455863812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseqoloredlenses.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112066917455863812' title=''/><author><name>Ms Wee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01068938179649183060</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5717113.post-112066115830840489</id><published>2005-07-06T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T22:45:58.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tori Amos: I KnowSo be it, I’m your crowbarIf that’s what I am so farUntil you get out of this messAnd I will pretendThat I don’t know of your sinsUntil you are ready to confessBut all the time, all the timeI’ll know, I’ll knowAnd you can use my skinTo bury secrets inAnd I will settle you downAnd at my own suggestion,I will ask no questionsWhile I do my thing in the backgroundBut all the time, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5717113/posts/default/112066115830840489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5717113/posts/default/112066115830840489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseqoloredlenses.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112066115830840489' title=''/><author><name>Ms Wee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01068938179649183060</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5717113.post-112007003486481632</id><published>2005-06-30T02:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T02:34:53.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>there is something i have to do. that i want to do. for myself. it will be hard. it will be scary. but i will do it. and i will think of you when i am afraid. i will remember your words when i think i'll fail. i will hear your voice guiding me when i feel i have lost. it is you who gives me strength to face it. and face it i will. alone but with you. in my heart. in my mind. and i know i can </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5717113/posts/default/112007003486481632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5717113/posts/default/112007003486481632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseqoloredlenses.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#112007003486481632' title=''/><author><name>Ms Wee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01068938179649183060</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5717113.post-111997915457468542</id><published>2005-06-29T01:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-29T01:19:59.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Cynical CupidYou Consider Love To Be 57% Idealistic, 28% Positive, and 100% Important. You are the Cynical Cupid! You view love as idealistic, yet your attitude towards it is also rather cynical. You tend to consider love to be something more than just a physical emotion. You also probably feel that sex without love is rather disgusting. Of course, despite your idealism of love, you are also very</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5717113/posts/default/111997915457468542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5717113/posts/default/111997915457468542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseqoloredlenses.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111997915457468542' title=''/><author><name>Ms Wee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01068938179649183060</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5717113.post-111997826136402452</id><published>2005-06-29T01:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-29T01:04:21.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SmartassYou are 57% Rational, 57% Extroverted, 57% Brutal, and 57% Arrogant. You are the Smartass! You are rational, extroverted, brutal, and arrogant. You probably consider people who are emotional and gentle to be big pussies who are obviously in lesser stature than you. You have many flaws, despite your seeming intelligence and cool-headedness. For instance, you aren't very nice. In fact, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5717113/posts/default/111997826136402452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5717113/posts/default/111997826136402452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseqoloredlenses.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111997826136402452' title=''/><author><name>Ms Wee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01068938179649183060</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5717113.post-111989372094425531</id><published>2005-06-28T01:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-28T01:35:20.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so much for racial harmony... as a CHINESE, i am ashamed and disgusted to be one sometimes because of the ignorance, stupidity and narrow-mindedness of many Chinese. They might be the most educated race in singapore but many are still so narrow-minded, it's ironic. They might be the most financially secure and holding many of the high-positioned jobs but that's only coz most employers are Chinese</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5717113/posts/default/111989372094425531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5717113/posts/default/111989372094425531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseqoloredlenses.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111989372094425531' title=''/><author><name>Ms Wee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01068938179649183060</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5717113.post-111980051126719895</id><published>2005-06-26T23:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-28T01:41:14.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>a lil somethin somethin the chindian in me inspired...Two-thirds There Behind bamboo curtains,beneath sari sheets, brown porcelain is found, tears soaking her lids. Gold anklets weigh her down, precious jade for a crown, she pleads but she stands on her feet. Soaked in badham, she eats her dim sum, today is not time to break free.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5717113/posts/default/111980051126719895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5717113/posts/default/111980051126719895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseqoloredlenses.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111980051126719895' title=''/><author><name>Ms Wee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01068938179649183060</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5717113.post-111975790852018026</id><published>2005-06-26T10:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T11:51:48.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>yesterday was a grrrreat day. so i shldnt have gone out but stayed in to complete the huge pile of work ive got thats due tmr but i cldnt resist. my darling uncle who is never up for a trip to j.b. coz of the jam, finally gave in to his wife and went to j.b. with her and their kid. i wasnt gonna tag along coz of sch work but i thought oh what the heck it'll be so much fun and it's prolly gonna </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5717113/posts/default/111975790852018026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5717113/posts/default/111975790852018026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseqoloredlenses.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111975790852018026' title=''/><author><name>Ms Wee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01068938179649183060</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5717113.post-111937422252150439</id><published>2005-06-22T00:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T01:17:02.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so after a long endless wait ure back. ure gracing my life once again. my life is complete. why did u have to be away for so long? i had nothing to look forward to u know. but now ure back. and thats all that matters. to me. thank you for returning just when i didnt think i cld take your absence any more. yes yes im listening to the latest backstreet boys album 'never gone'. i hope it'll be like </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5717113/posts/default/111937422252150439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5717113/posts/default/111937422252150439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseqoloredlenses.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111937422252150439' title=''/><author><name>Ms Wee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01068938179649183060</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5717113.post-111885396068139569</id><published>2005-06-16T00:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-16T00:46:00.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>well i havent blogged in a bit. thanks to those of u who were concerned abt my ailing health. thanks also to those who listened tirelessly during my low moments. resh is in sg and i see more of her when she's in ny. sigh. schedule's been mighty tight. body's been ultra weak. head's been in lotsa pain. but i think it's getting better. hope the weather eases up. im a wax princess...(not by choice).</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5717113/posts/default/111885396068139569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5717113/posts/default/111885396068139569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseqoloredlenses.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111885396068139569' title=''/><author><name>Ms Wee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01068938179649183060</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5717113.post-111710981296997081</id><published>2005-05-26T20:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-26T20:16:52.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>today has been an awesome day. carrie won. i passed my ftt. reshmi called. my driving was great.  i think my limbs are finally cooperating in the coordination haha. thank u Allah.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5717113/posts/default/111710981296997081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5717113/posts/default/111710981296997081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseqoloredlenses.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111710981296997081' title=''/><author><name>Ms Wee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01068938179649183060</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5717113.post-111707611293465932</id><published>2005-05-26T10:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-26T10:55:13.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>THANK YOU GOD. THANK YOU AMERICA. CARRIE 'GODDESS' UNDERWOOD IS THE NEW AMERICAN IDOL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ok i am sad that bo wasnt the idol because bo is amazingly talented and he sang 'in your heaven' nicer than carrie did BUT if we're talking consistency, from the very beginning, when i saw carrie audition, i knew i'd found the person to root for till the end and to the end she brought</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5717113/posts/default/111707611293465932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5717113/posts/default/111707611293465932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseqoloredlenses.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111707611293465932' title=''/><author><name>Ms Wee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01068938179649183060</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5717113.post-111690782461752612</id><published>2005-05-24T10:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T12:10:24.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>what does one do when one feels whole with one yet is in love with another? is it even possible to love someone and feel complete with another? i think it is. what wld require one to feel whole with the other person? perhaps the other person's speech, movement, or mere presence. perhaps by simply being around this person, one feels complete. peace in one's heart. at one's self. contentment. quiet</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5717113/posts/default/111690782461752612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5717113/posts/default/111690782461752612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseqoloredlenses.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111690782461752612' title=''/><author><name>Ms Wee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01068938179649183060</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5717113.post-111678123426939152</id><published>2005-05-23T00:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-23T01:00:34.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>pig-out sunday. full-fledged pig-out sunday. hyatt's straits kitchen is heavenly. lets see what my family and i savoured. bbqed sting ray, otak2, satay, kakiage, meatballs, grilled lamb, prawn masala, aloo mattar, fish vindaloo, grilled fish marinated in chutney, grilled chicken in pepper sauce, tandoori chicken, mixed veg, briyani rice, butter naan, curry chicken, butter chicken, chinese </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5717113/posts/default/111678123426939152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5717113/posts/default/111678123426939152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseqoloredlenses.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111678123426939152' title=''/><author><name>Ms Wee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01068938179649183060</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5717113.post-111661288028503804</id><published>2005-05-21T02:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-21T02:15:37.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i guess my quiz must be really hard for u guys to just pass! hahaha but nice to know some of the answers are constant for all u guys hahaha</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5717113/posts/default/111661288028503804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5717113/posts/default/111661288028503804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseqoloredlenses.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111661288028503804' title=''/><author><name>Ms Wee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01068938179649183060</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5717113.post-111660969457709171</id><published>2005-05-21T01:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-21T01:21:34.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I made a Quiz for you! Take my Quiz! and then Check out the Scoreboard!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5717113/posts/default/111660969457709171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5717113/posts/default/111660969457709171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseqoloredlenses.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111660969457709171' title=''/><author><name>Ms Wee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01068938179649183060</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5717113.post-111656877959929531</id><published>2005-05-20T13:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T13:59:39.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>wanted to share this poem that my darling uncle wrote.Mid morningAt mid morning the loud prayersof a man who shall be kingBut the crowd that had gatheredwere there to hear the jester singFor prayers have been left unansweredkings have been left to hangthe people are left to wonderat songs the jester sangAlimullah MaricanCopyright ©2005 Alimullah Marican </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5717113/posts/default/111656877959929531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5717113/posts/default/111656877959929531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseqoloredlenses.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111656877959929531' title=''/><author><name>Ms Wee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01068938179649183060</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5717113.post-111656601608384968</id><published>2005-05-20T12:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T13:13:36.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>was quite sad to see vonzell leave. i had just started to have a soft spot for her when she was voted out. sigh. oh well not surprised carrie and bo are in the finals. knew that since ages ago. i dont know whom i want to win. bo's hot and all and if he doesnt record hardcore rock songs, i'd love his music. carrie's my darling but if she does pure country, im gonna cry. the campus is growing on me</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5717113/posts/default/111656601608384968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5717113/posts/default/111656601608384968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseqoloredlenses.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111656601608384968' title=''/><author><name>Ms Wee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01068938179649183060</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5717113.post-111641750272706566</id><published>2005-05-18T19:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-18T19:58:22.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so 10 minutes into my driving lesson, i swerved onto oncoming traffic when i heard on bbc thats playing the background, that my love kylie minogue has breast cancer and will not be able to perform here. i was so sad and disappointed to hear that coz i'd gotten friggin front seats but was even more devastated to hear abt her illness. my prayers, strength, support, faith and love are with her. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5717113/posts/default/111641750272706566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5717113/posts/default/111641750272706566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseqoloredlenses.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111641750272706566' title=''/><author><name>Ms Wee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01068938179649183060</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></entry></feed>
