<?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-4161734151113342658</id><updated>2011-07-31T14:02:33.898+08:00</updated><category term='Innova'/><title type='text'>Lace And Leather</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laceandleatherr.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161734151113342658/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laceandleatherr.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161734151113342658/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Revethi aka Revv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03826728198333337112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>263</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4161734151113342658.post-8443379203552514557</id><published>2010-10-12T19:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T19:49:51.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>still sinking..</title><content type='html'>I forget. I forget the unpleasant things that happen to me and that is exactly what I did after she was gone. I didn't forget her, but I forget the fact that she is gone. I forget that she'll never come back and that I'll never see her again. It's how I get by. It maybe unhealthy. It maybe cowardly. It definitely ain't easy. When I get reminded of the things I try to forget, it hurts. It hurts a lot. Unfortunately, that is exactly what has been happening lately. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off her death anniversary was just 2 weeks ago so I was practically forced to remember that she's dead. I had to go to the temple that day and the priest conducted a ritual for her to rest in peace. That reminded me. I had to forget again and I did. Almost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then S had to rake it all up again. Before I could forget about it again, I ran into people I never ever wanted to see. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was returning home from SPCA today when that cunt had to take the same bus as me. I am not one to hold grudges but I will never forgive her for the way she acted during the funeral. I will never forget how she asked if I was happy now, barely five minutes after her heart stopped beating. I will never forget the way she used to take advantage of my mother without a nanogram of gratitude. As if that wasn't enough, I ran into the yet-to-be-identified-bloody-bitch as I was walking home. This woman, whom I've never seen before in my goddamn life came looking for me at my mother's funeral to tell me that I was the cause of her death and that I will pay for it. I was 16 at that time and her words had just etched onto my brain somewhere and I can't get rid of them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate that I'm feeling this way. I hate that I let them get to me. I hate that I thought I was stronger than this. I need to forget, but it is harder than ever now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Revethi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4161734151113342658-8443379203552514557?l=laceandleatherr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laceandleatherr.blogspot.com/feeds/8443379203552514557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4161734151113342658&amp;postID=8443379203552514557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161734151113342658/posts/default/8443379203552514557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161734151113342658/posts/default/8443379203552514557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laceandleatherr.blogspot.com/2010/10/still-sinking.html' title='still sinking..'/><author><name>Revethi aka Revv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03826728198333337112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4161734151113342658.post-5548502212439193563</id><published>2010-10-10T20:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T20:22:48.934+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the answer is no and never.</title><content type='html'>Just came back from WAD all happy and then this convo had to happen to piss me off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S: So what does your mom do?&lt;br /&gt;Rev: I don't have a mom, she passed away a few years ago.&lt;br /&gt;S: Oh, so sorry!!&lt;br /&gt;Rev: Don't worry about it, it was a long time ago.&lt;br /&gt;S: So you are over it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I'm not fucking over it! How the hell are you supposed to get over something like that? I still miss her. I wish she was here. I think about how different life would be if she was still around. It feels like someone had stabbed my chest with a fiery hot knife every time I think about the last thing I said to her. So yes, I'm not over it. I never will be. I don't think I ever have to. I don't want to. Does that answer your fucking question?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Revethi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4161734151113342658-5548502212439193563?l=laceandleatherr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laceandleatherr.blogspot.com/feeds/5548502212439193563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4161734151113342658&amp;postID=5548502212439193563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161734151113342658/posts/default/5548502212439193563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161734151113342658/posts/default/5548502212439193563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laceandleatherr.blogspot.com/2010/10/answer-is-no-and-never.html' title='the answer is no and never.'/><author><name>Revethi aka Revv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03826728198333337112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4161734151113342658.post-8006713815604558131</id><published>2010-10-07T14:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T14:59:36.609+08:00</updated><title type='text'>one awesome afternoon</title><content type='html'>I made a cake, took a cold shower and am now watching Raw, sipping tea with Stevie lying down right next to me. The afternoon couldn't get any better. :) Oh, did I mention I smell like CHOCOLATE. Love it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buried is out today! I haven't watched a movie in the longest time. Or should I say there haven't been much decent films that are worth watching so I'm hoping Buried won't disappoint me. Honestly speaking it probably won't because at the very least I would have watched 95 minutes of Ryan Reynolds :D I can't wait for Scott Pilgrim as well, ie Chris Evans :P Speaking of whom he looks totally yummy in the &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7K2GAoBTuc4"&gt;new Gucci advertisement&lt;/a&gt;. Imagine my dismay when the TV version of the ad had him appear for like a second in the shadows. DISASTER. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John Morrison just came on which means I can't concentrate anymore which means bye bye for now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Revethi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4161734151113342658-8006713815604558131?l=laceandleatherr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laceandleatherr.blogspot.com/feeds/8006713815604558131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4161734151113342658&amp;postID=8006713815604558131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161734151113342658/posts/default/8006713815604558131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161734151113342658/posts/default/8006713815604558131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laceandleatherr.blogspot.com/2010/10/one-awesome-afternoon.html' title='one awesome afternoon'/><author><name>Revethi aka Revv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03826728198333337112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4161734151113342658.post-3518707556818536782</id><published>2010-09-04T19:20:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T19:31:01.838+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seriously.. They told me perfection doesn't exist...</title><content type='html'>I'm seriously in love with the poster. Fucking awesome. But why oh why didn't YoSeob sign it :( Pfft. Anyway what has this taught me? Impulse buys can be ohso worth it! :D Most of you probably don't have any idea of what I'm rambling BUT that's the point. I'm not ready to come out of the closet yet. The title of the post has got nth to with that though. It does however have everything to do with this-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="background-image: url(http://i2.ytimg.com/vi/Agq2skv1ngk/hqdefault.jpg);" width="240" height="147.5"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Agq2skv1ngk?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Agq2skv1ngk?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="240" height="147.5"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously. Fucking hell. Please feel free to watch it in full screen. I know I did ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xx Revethi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4161734151113342658-3518707556818536782?l=laceandleatherr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laceandleatherr.blogspot.com/feeds/3518707556818536782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4161734151113342658&amp;postID=3518707556818536782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161734151113342658/posts/default/3518707556818536782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161734151113342658/posts/default/3518707556818536782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laceandleatherr.blogspot.com/2010/09/seriously-they-told-me-perfection.html' title='Seriously.. They told me perfection doesn&apos;t exist...'/><author><name>Revethi aka Revv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03826728198333337112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4161734151113342658.post-5806722524341677367</id><published>2010-07-15T20:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T20:57:18.652+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Veet, meet The Bin.</title><content type='html'>So I decided to give one of the hair removal creams a try and I hated it for a couple of reasons. ONE. After a cycle of applying the cream, waiting 3 minutes and washing the cream off in a circular motion did not remove all the hair so I had patches of hair on my arm so I had to repeat the process all over again. Such a waste of time. I was waiting to wash my hair and I was paranoid about getting bald so I decided not to touch my hair until all the crema was off. TWO. IT STANK. It stank like chemical. It was the choking kinda smell. Jasmine fragrance, my ass. THREE. I'm gonna give it credit, it eventually removed all the hair on my arms but all my scars are nakedly visible now. I have scars I didn't know I had thanks to certain doggies and kitties. FOUR. I feel obliged to do it my legs now cuz I don't match. FIVE. I actually zoomed in into one of the removed hair with my naked eye and I swear I saw some of my flesh at the end of it. The suckers literally, though painlessly, rip the hair from the follicles. Not such a fan of it. SIX... Well, there's no six. I got a little carried away. Bye now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Revethi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4161734151113342658-5806722524341677367?l=laceandleatherr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laceandleatherr.blogspot.com/feeds/5806722524341677367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4161734151113342658&amp;postID=5806722524341677367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161734151113342658/posts/default/5806722524341677367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161734151113342658/posts/default/5806722524341677367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laceandleatherr.blogspot.com/2010/07/veet-meet-bin.html' title='Veet, meet The Bin.'/><author><name>Revethi aka Revv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03826728198333337112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4161734151113342658.post-8911615052507511501</id><published>2010-07-11T09:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T10:44:17.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>one is all it takes.</title><content type='html'>I finally buckled down and gave her a piece of my mind. She replied pinpointing that she did not trust me enough to tell me the truth. 2 years of thinking she's one of my closest friends and this is what I get. She apaarently was testing if she could trust me. It was a like a huge slap in my face. It got me thinking if I did anything to her to make her think that and guess what, I couldn't think of anything. My close friends will know I trust people easily. I usually let my brain dominate my heart but with my close friends, the heart always conquers the brain. When she told me that crap of a story, my brain knew there and then that it was all lies. My heart on the other hand strongly believed that she wouldn't lie to me because she is one of my best friends. Eventually I got to confirm that that story was indeed a lie and I ended up feeling like a fool. She said the story was the only lie she had told me and that she was "amazed how quickly I beleved what I heard." My dear, one lie is all it takes to shatter one's trust. It might be the only lie you've told me (which I seriously doubt, tbh) but guess what, that is enough to get me thinking that everything else you've said are lies. I'm not gonna say good luck or that I hope everything in your life goes well for you. I know you did and I don't know if you even meant it. I know you believe in karma and all I have to say to you is I hope karma comes back to bite your pretty little ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post was actually supposed to be a thank you post for Jolyn. She is one of the people in my life who know me better than I think they do. Reading her blog made me realise it's friends like her who actually matter. And you know what Jo, you are totally in. Once we can support ourselves, we shall buy a pretty little house and have our own little animal farm with Stevie and Alfred at the helm :D I know I'm not that good with my words but I think you know how much you mean to me and there are not enough words in the world  so I'm not even going to try. Love you many many :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Revethi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4161734151113342658-8911615052507511501?l=laceandleatherr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laceandleatherr.blogspot.com/feeds/8911615052507511501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4161734151113342658&amp;postID=8911615052507511501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161734151113342658/posts/default/8911615052507511501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161734151113342658/posts/default/8911615052507511501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laceandleatherr.blogspot.com/2010/07/one-is-all-it-takes.html' title='one is all it takes.'/><author><name>Revethi aka Revv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03826728198333337112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4161734151113342658.post-1623285790001847255</id><published>2010-07-05T21:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T21:50:19.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You know.. Work and stuff..</title><content type='html'>Damn, I have the best friends. I'm not just saying that. I know everyone thinks they have the best of friends but hell I have THE best friends. I have the best pet as well. I know my life can suck sometimes but I would never trade it for another because I can't fucking imagine going through life without you people &lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;♥ :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am kind of proud of myself today. I totally freaked when I heard Sharmila was not coming into work today. I didn't know if I could handle all the admin work and the PHONECALLS. Have I told anyone I am terrible with the phone. I get very conscious and say things without thinking. It's like my brain detaches itself from my vocal nerve cells everytime I pick up the phone. This is one of the reason why I don't do long phone calls. I don't talk to people on the phone for hours and hours. Anyway, the point is nothing went wrong today! I handled the phone calls, the appointments, the data inputs and the random stares I get from people walking by. So yes, yayy me! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I have found another perk of baking - getting your boss to like you. Have I mentioned Dierdre scares me? That fear totally escalated after I started working at SPCA. Don't ask me why. She's just that type.. And I'm.. that type. BUT. She complimented me twice today about the cake I baked for Sharmila last week. That made my fear disappear a little. My heart still pounds like a pound cake whenever she walks past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else, what else. Well, nothing much else. I can't wait to get my first pay.. Is it totally bad to start planning how you're gonna spend youe salary even before you get it?.. Probably, but screw it. SHOES SHOES SHOES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Revethi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4161734151113342658-1623285790001847255?l=laceandleatherr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laceandleatherr.blogspot.com/feeds/1623285790001847255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4161734151113342658&amp;postID=1623285790001847255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161734151113342658/posts/default/1623285790001847255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161734151113342658/posts/default/1623285790001847255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laceandleatherr.blogspot.com/2010/07/you-know-work-and-stuff.html' title='You know.. Work and stuff..'/><author><name>Revethi aka Revv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03826728198333337112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4161734151113342658.post-4049771930402718569</id><published>2010-07-03T17:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T18:06:32.357+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankyou.</title><content type='html'>I may not have personally done so but a ginormous thank you to everyone who messaged, called and commented on FB. They really mean a lot to me and I'm feeling much better now thanks to the lot of you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XueTing- Fated Friend! It's been ages since we last spoke but your comment means so much to me. Thankyou alotta and catch up session soon yea! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jolene- You are totally right. I have amazing friends who understand me and thta's all I need right now :) Thankyou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hazwani, Sylvia, Azirah and Mojo- I don't even know where to begin. Everytime I'm feeling down you guys do the best job of cheering me up. I love your random "I love you" messages. They never fail to put a smile in my face. I don't know if I've told you this but you guys have been one of my best friends for the longest time and I don't know what I'll do without you girls! I know I don't say this enough, but I love you guys :) Oh and Hilmi, thanks for your comment too :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bav- reading your blog made me cry like a baby. I really appreciate the fact that you took time out to write that out for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jo- thanks for finding another home for Wonder. It maybe silly but remember that message you sent saying "What are friends for?" Don't know why but my heart kinda melted when I read that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ann- I'm really sorry about Eet again. I feel terrible. I'll continue looking for a suitable person to take care of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bavani, Jo &amp;amp; Ann- I know I've had Wonder for less than a week but I've fallen in love with her in that short time and giving her up is not going to be easy. I also know that noone can relate more to me than you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes. Thanks to all you and Stevie of course for making me feel that much better. Much love from me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Revethi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4161734151113342658-4049771930402718569?l=laceandleatherr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laceandleatherr.blogspot.com/feeds/4049771930402718569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4161734151113342658&amp;postID=4049771930402718569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161734151113342658/posts/default/4049771930402718569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161734151113342658/posts/default/4049771930402718569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laceandleatherr.blogspot.com/2010/07/thankyou.html' title='Thankyou.'/><author><name>Revethi aka Revv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03826728198333337112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4161734151113342658.post-6656939277066273163</id><published>2010-07-01T22:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T23:02:01.572+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's all a facade.</title><content type='html'>I know many people do not understand why I like animals so much. Especially my family. My brother loves to point out that I love animals more than humans. The first question my sister asked when I rescued a bunch of kittens: "Why did you rescue them?" And the best thing of all, my dad just fucking ordered me to get rid of Wonder.. "This is not a zoo." Well, it isn't a home either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't explain it. Actually I could but you people will never understand. You won't even try to. That's what bugs me. I have to live with people who don't even TRY to understand me. Let alone talk or have fun with me. I hate it. I hate having to know my dad is overseas from my maid. I hate coming home knowing Stevie is the only one who wants me there. I hate knowing my brother doesn't like, let alone respect me much at all. I hate knowing my sister I'm an incorrigible pig. I hate knowing my dad blames me for what happened to her. I hate knowing my dad thinks I'm a failure. It hurts but I ignore the pain. I maintain the feelingless-loner persona in the house and I will continue to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to leave this house for good. I can't to find a job, get a place of my own and live with Stevie, a cat, a rabbit and chinchillas. I can't wait to earn enough money to throw a cheque for 30K to his face for paying for my education. I can't wait till I am officially not a part of this family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will find a family for Wonder, no doubt about that. I will get over it eventually but I would just like to point out one final thing: I've been crying for close to an hour now and no humans have consoled me. Stevie sat in front of me for 10 min licking my tears and is now cuddled up in my arms. Even Wonder came up to me and let me carry her for the very first time. It's just another reason why I love animals. I know some of you maybe rolling your eyes at this point but fuck you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Revethi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4161734151113342658-6656939277066273163?l=laceandleatherr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laceandleatherr.blogspot.com/feeds/6656939277066273163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4161734151113342658&amp;postID=6656939277066273163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161734151113342658/posts/default/6656939277066273163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161734151113342658/posts/default/6656939277066273163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laceandleatherr.blogspot.com/2010/07/its-all-facade.html' title='It&apos;s all a facade.'/><author><name>Revethi aka Revv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03826728198333337112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4161734151113342658.post-6021037856604581227</id><published>2010-06-18T20:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T20:28:55.495+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What it takes to be you.</title><content type='html'>Thank you for being a lying bitch.&lt;br /&gt;Have how many ever of my ex boyfriends you want. I'll even give you a detailed account of how they are intimately. Is that enough for you? Everything you fabricated about me, has it paid off? Couldn't look at my face at the wedding right? That ashamed? Congratulations on losing all the respect you had. Thank God your family defended you. For once be grateful to them. Make new friends in uni and hope they never meet any of your old ones or you might lose your new ones too.  To my shameless ex boyfriend who likes the idea of a sister becoming a girlfriend, one more time I hear that you called my sister to cover both your asses for you, I think I might throw a punch. Please get out of my life and stay out of it. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sorry I called you a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;Love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4161734151113342658-6021037856604581227?l=laceandleatherr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laceandleatherr.blogspot.com/feeds/6021037856604581227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4161734151113342658&amp;postID=6021037856604581227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161734151113342658/posts/default/6021037856604581227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161734151113342658/posts/default/6021037856604581227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laceandleatherr.blogspot.com/2010/06/what-it-takes-to-be-you.html' title='What it takes to be you.'/><author><name>Revethi aka Revv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03826728198333337112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4161734151113342658.post-3897507886325235904</id><published>2010-06-13T15:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T16:17:01.728+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends</title><content type='html'>We all have friends. We have amazing friends who make your day that much more special by spending it with you. We have friends we never really talk to but you would readily give up your life for them. We have caring classmates who endure painfully long lectures with you and listen to you bitch about your other petty, competitive classmates. We have friends who care for us more than we will ever know.. Then there are friends who don't hesitate to lie to your face. Friends who bitch abou you behind your back. Childish friends who get jealous when you don't spend enough time with them. Asshole friends who try to turn your other friends against you.&lt;br /&gt;A select few of us can tell their true friends apart from their other friends with ease. Sadly, I'm not one of them. I trust easily. I believe everything my friends say. Many individuals have taken advantage of this to leave me looking like a fool. It hurts. It hurts when people I &lt;s&gt;consider&lt;/s&gt; once considered my best friends turn around and lie to my face. It hurts when a close friend passes spiteful and degrading comments. It hurts to realise I've been my trust in them has been shattered. It hurts but the pain eventually goes away and we're left with disgust, anger and even pity to a certain degree. We also learn to appreciate our REAL friends even more. Real friends who appreciate you just the same.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, we all have friends. The question is, do you know who your true friends are?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know mine. After my fair share of betrayals and back-stabbings, I know.&lt;br /&gt;Jolyn, Bavani, Ronika, Sylvia, Hazwani, Ming Xuan, Azirah, Ragini, Sankari and so very many more. I love you alotta lots and I hope you know that :) &lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4161734151113342658-3897507886325235904?l=laceandleatherr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laceandleatherr.blogspot.com/feeds/3897507886325235904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4161734151113342658&amp;postID=3897507886325235904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161734151113342658/posts/default/3897507886325235904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161734151113342658/posts/default/3897507886325235904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laceandleatherr.blogspot.com/2010/06/friends.html' title='Friends'/><author><name>Revethi aka Revv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03826728198333337112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4161734151113342658.post-2406473907562888723</id><published>2010-06-08T12:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T13:34:21.729+08:00</updated><title type='text'>idle.</title><content type='html'>This is why I hate getting up so early. There's absolutely nothing to do. No one is home. I'm waiting for the kids to get home before taking them to Raffles City to shop a while. This is how i've been occupying my time lately. Going out and staying out until I'm too tired and then coming back home. Been texting Rev but she isn't replying. I hope I didn't do anything wrong. Just made plans with Vanitha to bring our dogs out. Haha. our dogs seem to have better lives than us. Really, really boring Tuesday. He's home getting some sleep. Been having a hard time at work with the world cup coming up and all. Soon he'll have to be at work by 7 for the matches and that, I guess will be a test for us since I'll be on 8am t0 5pm and and he's on 7pm to 5am. Hope everything goes well. Gerald isn't in town and i miss hearing him yell at me over the phone. Haha. Hmm. Really don't have anything left to say. Going to drag the kids to Suntec for a while. Desperately need to buy office wear. See ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4161734151113342658-2406473907562888723?l=laceandleatherr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laceandleatherr.blogspot.com/feeds/2406473907562888723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4161734151113342658&amp;postID=2406473907562888723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161734151113342658/posts/default/2406473907562888723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161734151113342658/posts/default/2406473907562888723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laceandleatherr.blogspot.com/2010/06/idle.html' title='idle.'/><author><name>Revethi aka Revv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03826728198333337112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4161734151113342658.post-6386241245841174072</id><published>2010-06-07T01:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T02:17:47.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Be the change you want to see.</title><content type='html'>Hey guys. Really long day today. Went to test out make up on my cousin-in-law to be for her upcoming ROM. Went to get my hair done at Orchard Central after that. Hair looks pretty much the same. Just a  little more manageable. I had about an hour to kill before i met Him at Cineleisure so I took a few puffs and spoke to Vik over the phone. We spoke about a lot. He told me things I never thought I would hear. And then I realised that I had complete power over one person's freedom for the moment. And surprisingly, I chose to ignore it and live my own life happily. Like I told him, What's the point of acting up for this when in the end, the grave has already been dug? Pre-planned your doom and accidently passed the detonator to someone you stabbed in the back. Damn, life can be really fucked up at times? Haha. Anyway we went to catch furry vengeance nd then we went to hang out and eat. Normal couple stuff that I'm starting to get used to again. Haha. Came home right after and cleared out my room. Everything that all the guys I've dated was cleared out into a black trashbag. Felt good to know that I wouldn't have all that with me when i'm sleeping tonight. Was on the line with Van while clearing out the room. Felt so good talking to her after so long. she's been seriously supportive of me recently and I cant wait to see her. Haha. Rev is supposed to let me lick the spoon while she's baking. Hasnt happened either. Haha! Anyway, Gerald's leaving to KL tmr as well. Going to miss him! It;s already Monday and I have to leave for Phuket on Thursday! When I get back, I'll have to help out for the wedding on the 17th and meet up with my batch mates-to-be on the 19th, then i have to get office wear, get my grooming straight and prepare for the 28th! After that it'll be 8am to 5pm  trainings on weekdays. Anxiety sets in. Good night everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4161734151113342658-6386241245841174072?l=laceandleatherr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laceandleatherr.blogspot.com/feeds/6386241245841174072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4161734151113342658&amp;postID=6386241245841174072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161734151113342658/posts/default/6386241245841174072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161734151113342658/posts/default/6386241245841174072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laceandleatherr.blogspot.com/2010/06/be-change-you-want-to-see.html' title='Be the change you want to see.'/><author><name>Revethi aka Revv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03826728198333337112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4161734151113342658.post-2994820196843686193</id><published>2010-06-05T14:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T16:47:03.385+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome Back.</title><content type='html'>Hello everyone, Seems like ages since I even visited the blog. It's not really because I couldn't? More like I really didn't feel like looking back at my life at that point in time. I'll just do a mass update now. Haha. Okay so i started working at this place in CHIJMES around November? Was a great place to work in. Amazing people who were fun to be around. Honestly, I was very pampered there. By everyone at my work place and the rest of the CHIJMES fountain terrace as well. Life was alright. Weekdays at work meant goofing around and pulling in customers. Fridays and Saturdays were big days when 6pm to 6 am passed by so quickly. Sundays were slack days with soccer and music videos playing outside. Wednesdays meant Rumours after work and breakfast after. We had breakfast after work. From ordering MacDs to Wonton Mee at Whampoa market.  Anyway I miss working with you guys terribly. Sol, Rajesh, Ira, Sharu, Thinesh, Gerald, Dixon, Nathan, Shima, Jag, Poorna, Sanka, Darshan, Jay, Venket, Fahmi, Bhai, Dino, Rabi, Danial, Sachok, and of course, Subash. We've all gone our seperate ways and I'm still in touch with some of you but i'll always miss working with you. I miss dancing at the entrance with Sol and Rajesh and irritating Vijay. I miss pissing Gerald off and then crying about it. I miss going to the club early with Thinesh to get set up done on time. I miss gossiping with Ira in the girls toilet and I miss Sharu's nagging. I even miss Jay asking me for the day's sales 101 times. Haha. All in all, I had good times and bad ones there as well. My 21st birthday was both fantastic and dreadful at the same time. Nonetheless, one I'm never going to forget. It was while i was working at Chijmes that I realised that I didn't need a man to stand on my own two feet. I broke it off with M and told V to back off. I occupied myself with work and I was satisfied. Countless number of times, M came down to chijmes for drinks and it ended up ugly cause he realised I was really close to everyone. Well, that's just me right? I get along with everyone. I'm friends with everyone and I'm nice to everyone. It was while working there that I realised how much happier I was, single. I left chijmes in the second week of April with fond memories of my friends, job and experiences.&lt;br /&gt;School started on the 19th or April. Perfect timing. I took time to freshen up and get used to sleeping at night and getting up in the morning. School was going well and all. I was acing. Made friends whom I miss dearly now. on the 8th of May I went for the SIA interview on impulse. I got through. I went for the management interview the following day, I got through. I went for my medical in the course of the week and I got through. I recieved my call on Tuesday, the 1st of June from SIA to tell me that I start my training on the 28th of June. Now I'm just waiting for the forms to arrive via snail mail after which i'll have to go down to STC to sign my bond. I should start flying by september if all goes well. I'm with someone now as well. I stayed away from a serious relationship for some time after I realised I was with the wrong person for 7 years. Finally met someone whom I believe is more than capable of looking after me. He takes me everywhere and I think i've finally found some form of happiness. I've made my peace to all whom I cared about. I have my family with me. My girls with me. A guy I love very much and friends I'd never give up for anyone. A new job to look forward to and a whole new life ahead. Time to get going. From today, i'll be posting everyday. I need to kill time if I'm not with my family, girls or him. Haha. Have a lot to do this week. Get my hair done and buy office wear for training. Rev's supposed to go do her hair with me. I'm flying to phuket this Friday as well. Hope I can catch a ladies night with Aish this week and meet up with Van and Revv as well. Thursday will probably be for him since he won't be seeing me for 4 days or so. So little time, So much to do. Haha. Alright guys, I'm off to get ready for a wedding at 7pm. Want squeeze some time in to go to church as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 Ragini&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4161734151113342658-2994820196843686193?l=laceandleatherr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laceandleatherr.blogspot.com/feeds/2994820196843686193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4161734151113342658&amp;postID=2994820196843686193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161734151113342658/posts/default/2994820196843686193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161734151113342658/posts/default/2994820196843686193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laceandleatherr.blogspot.com/2010/06/welcome-back.html' title='Welcome Back.'/><author><name>Revethi aka Revv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03826728198333337112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4161734151113342658.post-1096149694318227837</id><published>2010-03-17T19:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T20:19:49.407+08:00</updated><title type='text'>homes vs houses</title><content type='html'>A new policy has been implemented in SPCA that has resulted in lax adoption requirements. And by lax I mean, almost NIL. This is apparently due to the fact that the animals are not getting adopted fast enough. As true as that is, it does not make sense to implement such a policy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kittens are going to &lt;s&gt;homes&lt;/s&gt; houses where they'll be left alone for several hours a day. Dogs are going to houses they are not at all fit for. A apt example is Genki. He went to a house with an old lady and 2 frail maids who don't know the first thing about German Shepherds. How in the world is he suited for a house like that? Who's gonna walk him? Who's going to play with him? Who's going to train him? It doesn't make any sense. True enough, he ran away from the house a few days ago because someone accidentally left the gate open. I wasn't too surprised to hear that tbh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This new shit policy renders counselling obsolete. It makes SPCA just like another pet shop. That's not how it's supposed be. We are supposed to care for the animals. We are supposed to make sure they go to loving homes they deserve. This goes against everything we care and stand for. I fucking hate it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4161734151113342658-1096149694318227837?l=laceandleatherr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laceandleatherr.blogspot.com/feeds/1096149694318227837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4161734151113342658&amp;postID=1096149694318227837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161734151113342658/posts/default/1096149694318227837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161734151113342658/posts/default/1096149694318227837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laceandleatherr.blogspot.com/2010/03/homes-vs-houses.html' title='homes vs houses'/><author><name>Revethi aka Revv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03826728198333337112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4161734151113342658.post-5067453632159000705</id><published>2009-12-15T11:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T11:18:20.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dreams.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Step 1: Ace &lt;a href="http://www.aamc.org/students/mcat/start.htm"&gt;MCAT&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 2: Get into &lt;a href="http://www.duke-nus.edu.sg/web/index.php"&gt;Duke-NUS Graduate Medical School.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 3: Apply for&lt;a href="http://www.hsa.gov.sg/publish/hsaportal/en/careers/current_job_opportunities0/012.html"&gt; job&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for now: Study.. And &lt;a href="http://www.hsa.gov.sg/publish/hsaportal/en/careers/current_job_opportunities0/forensic_technician.html"&gt;work&lt;/a&gt; maybe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Failure will never overtake me if my determination to succeed is strong enough.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Revethi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4161734151113342658-5067453632159000705?l=laceandleatherr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laceandleatherr.blogspot.com/feeds/5067453632159000705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4161734151113342658&amp;postID=5067453632159000705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161734151113342658/posts/default/5067453632159000705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161734151113342658/posts/default/5067453632159000705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laceandleatherr.blogspot.com/2009/12/dreams.html' title='dreams.'/><author><name>Revethi aka Revv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03826728198333337112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4161734151113342658.post-3982537366405609504</id><published>2009-12-05T16:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T17:19:35.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cat nip</title><content type='html'>School ended early today so I went down to SPCA for a bit. I would have stayed longer but I wasn't dressed to interact with the doggies and it was getting pretty boring. I was going back home when Ronika called and asked if I would like to go over to her place. I had to say yes - Her parents are away at Bali, she just got a kitten, Ashwin -her very handsome&amp;amp;buff brother- was home, most probably shirtless. So then I took a very long bus ride to Tampines. I alighted at the wrong stop - one stop later to be precise at Dunman Sec. I could have walked back to the previous bus stop if I had kept to the pavement. I tried to be clever and walked through the blocks. I walked around for about 15 minutes and ended back at Dunman Sec. Uh, yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Ron and I named her kitten Glitter. She's the most precious thing ever! I wish I had taken a pic to show you people. She is kinda naughty though, which is awesome. She nearly scratched my eyes out! Here's what happened: Ron went to take a shower and I was playing with Glitter. I was teasing her with some cat nip in my fist. She was trying very hard to get them out when my eyebrow started to itch. I pushed her away and started scratching my eyebrow with the cat nip still in my fist. I think you can guess what she did next. She pounced on my face, lol. Lucky I was wearing my glasses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just goofed around after that. We sang TDG songs till our throats were sore, picked out outfits for Ron to wear to school next week and I beat Ashwin's ass in Left for Dead. Well, that's about it. TTFN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Revethi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4161734151113342658-3982537366405609504?l=laceandleatherr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laceandleatherr.blogspot.com/feeds/3982537366405609504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4161734151113342658&amp;postID=3982537366405609504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161734151113342658/posts/default/3982537366405609504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161734151113342658/posts/default/3982537366405609504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laceandleatherr.blogspot.com/2009/12/cat-nip.html' title='cat nip'/><author><name>Revethi aka Revv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03826728198333337112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4161734151113342658.post-6429307302684235121</id><published>2009-11-21T16:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T16:35:31.808+08:00</updated><title type='text'>falling all over.</title><content type='html'>I'm falling. I think, in love and apart. I can't seem to get enough of him. He's hurt me so badly. And I feel like there's no way I can show my frustration. 3 nights ago, something big happened. Like really big. Lotsa words and well, lotsa action. Everything turned sour and I really thought that I'd lost him. I was scared, confused and in a whole lot of pain. Physical pain I can take but when it comes to the heart, my facade fades. I'm not that strong. Men normally make me feel invincible. But with him, I can't. I just can't feel so strong. I feel weak, incapable and needy. I hate fighting with him but somehow, I feel that in time to come, these fights will become the norm. Still, the thought makes me shudder. 2 nights ago, we cleared things after another heated argument. However, after he picked me up from work and sent me back, another argument arose. I got off the bike and looked him in the eye and asked him if he wanted this to end.&lt;br /&gt;Silence.&lt;br /&gt;I told him I couldn't take the fighting anymore and that I told him I didn't want this from the start. Now that we're so far into it, all this had to happen. It's like I asked for my heart to crash and burn. Love is not for me. I've told him that before. We're alike in many ways from our temper to our sense of humour and even taste in clothes. But this alikeness has finally showed it's ugly side. A man and a woman who have so much in common will never last. Never. So much ego, so much anger. I told him that night that I can't see any love in his eyes. Only hate and resentment. Even  a touch of vengence somewhere. More silence. I thought it was the final goodbye. That we were not meant to come so far at all. But it wasn't. He softened. His face softened. I love the way his face softens. It makes him look like he's 20 and still optimistic about life. I adore everything about him. one of the major fights we had was because of this blog. I didn't want to view it with him. instead I asked him to view it himself. My mistake. He thought I had something to hide. Yes I admit i've taken out my frustrations here a lot but I've never said anything bad about him.&lt;br /&gt;Not even once.&lt;br /&gt;Because frankly, I feel like I can't do without him in my life for now. Now and the time to come.&lt;br /&gt;LoveLots.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4161734151113342658-6429307302684235121?l=laceandleatherr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laceandleatherr.blogspot.com/feeds/6429307302684235121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4161734151113342658&amp;postID=6429307302684235121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161734151113342658/posts/default/6429307302684235121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161734151113342658/posts/default/6429307302684235121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laceandleatherr.blogspot.com/2009/11/falling-all-over.html' title='falling all over.'/><author><name>Revethi aka Revv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03826728198333337112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4161734151113342658.post-3354107539239430419</id><published>2009-11-17T19:18:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T19:25:26.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>twilight.</title><content type='html'>It's here again.. Um.. Yay? No. No yay. If you didn't know, I hate twilight and I'm going to tell you why. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Robert Pattinson does not look hot in the movie - he looks fucking sick like he has AIDS or something. I'm almost ashamed to like Robert Pattinson because of his horrible acting job in Twilight. I had to watch Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire over and over in an attempt to convince myself that yes, Robert Pattinson CAN act, and yes he wasn't always a dazzling hobo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Bella looks like she's high on crack throughout the movie. Speaking of which she probably was because Kristin's a pot head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Vampires are supposed to burn in sunlight, not fucking glow and glitter. That's just gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Boyfriends who follow girls home, break into their rooms, and watch them sleep are not romantic or sweet. They're fucking creepy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read the book? Liked it? You probably have not read that many books then. Stephanie Meyer has the vocabulary that of a 12 year old's. She probably only use 500 words to write the entire book. I could name 20 people I know who can write better than her. She went on for like 500 pages on how pretty Edward is. Gay much. If you think about it the Twilight series are just a prefectly punctuated fanfictions. If you're an absolute Twilight fangirl and are fuming by the time you see this, you'd probably have this overwhelming urge to tell me that Stephanie Meyer is an awesome writer and Twilight is a masterpiece. Well, I've got 6 words for ya - Jane Austen, Mark Twain, Micheal Crichton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Revethi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4161734151113342658-3354107539239430419?l=laceandleatherr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laceandleatherr.blogspot.com/feeds/3354107539239430419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4161734151113342658&amp;postID=3354107539239430419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161734151113342658/posts/default/3354107539239430419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161734151113342658/posts/default/3354107539239430419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laceandleatherr.blogspot.com/2009/11/twilight_17.html' title='twilight.'/><author><name>Revethi aka Revv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03826728198333337112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4161734151113342658.post-8196180061453307270</id><published>2009-11-17T19:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T19:17:41.512+08:00</updated><title type='text'>censor this _|_</title><content type='html'>I watched Paranormal Activity on Saturday with Jolyn. Awesome movie. I wouldn't call it the scariest movie ever like some of the reviews because I didn't find the movie scary - I found it creepy. Very creepy. You guys should go watch it, that is if you're above 16, which brings me to my title to the post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paranormal Activity was rated NC16 because it contains and I quote, "Disturbing Scenes &amp; Coarse Language." I personally did not find any disturbing scenes but maybe it's just me. 2012 is rated PG13 for "Intense Sequences &amp; Disturbing Scenes." So I'm guessing Paranormal Activity's NC16 rating was largely because of the 'coarse language.' Which is very amusing because the only vulgarities or vulgarity used in the movie was 'fuck,' unless you consider 'shit' a vulgarity. I've seen and heard 10 year olds use the word and I'm pretty sure they know the meaning of it too. So really, it's almost ridiculous, the rating. It's not just this one movie. If you were a movie buff like me at the tender age of 14, you would know how annoying it is not being able to watch movies you know you'd love but you can't because of some rodiculous rating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you think about it, laxing the rating system would help reduce the rate of piracy. Let's face it, if you can't watch it in the theatre, you're going to download it or watch it online or get a RM5 pirated dvd. MDA should really try and revise the rating system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Revethi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4161734151113342658-8196180061453307270?l=laceandleatherr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laceandleatherr.blogspot.com/feeds/8196180061453307270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4161734151113342658&amp;postID=8196180061453307270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161734151113342658/posts/default/8196180061453307270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161734151113342658/posts/default/8196180061453307270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laceandleatherr.blogspot.com/2009/11/censor-this_17.html' title='censor this _|_'/><author><name>Revethi aka Revv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03826728198333337112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4161734151113342658.post-1376522794014377455</id><published>2009-11-16T13:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T13:51:19.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you may ask what I'm up to..</title><content type='html'>I haven't updated in a while and this post isn't one. I just dropped by to tell you guys that I'm busy with assignments and tests. In fact, I'm working on an assignment right now. I've got 5 tabs open, one of which obviously is blogger and the other four are on Ossification. Bleagh. Okay I'm going to get back to that. Hope this song will cover ya till I'm back again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="280" height="170"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bp6S4vOaNTM&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bp6S4vOaNTM&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="280" height="170"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Revethi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4161734151113342658-1376522794014377455?l=laceandleatherr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laceandleatherr.blogspot.com/feeds/1376522794014377455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4161734151113342658&amp;postID=1376522794014377455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161734151113342658/posts/default/1376522794014377455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161734151113342658/posts/default/1376522794014377455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laceandleatherr.blogspot.com/2009/11/you-may-ask-what-im-up-to.html' title='you may ask what I&apos;m up to..'/><author><name>Revethi aka Revv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03826728198333337112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4161734151113342658.post-2147371145102183493</id><published>2009-11-12T17:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T19:02:06.735+08:00</updated><title type='text'>miss ineedmoresleepnow.</title><content type='html'>Hello everyone.  I got home at like 4am this morning and I woke up at 515pm, which was exactly 47mins or so ago. No one let me sleep in peace though. I got like a gazillion calls and texts. Like seriously a lot. I looked back at my call log just now and realised that I must have been too exhausted to even stir cause I didn't hear the phone once. The only time I heard it was when V called in a frantic voice. He lost his gold ear stud while walking me home just now. So I dragged myself out of bed and went hunting for it downstairs, all this half awake. Thank God I managed to find it within like 10mins of looking. Texted him saying his stud is safe with me and not to call me back because I seriously need some sleep. Which isn't really fair on my part because he sent me home at 4am and left for work at 430am. He's still not home after work I think. So anyway, I think things are clearing up with him. But I can't say for sure because our characters are so different that you never know the other's reaction to a situation until it actually happens. So I hope everything goes a little smoother from now on because I dont think I can take the pressure of living two lives long-term. Met the YEC folks yesterday at Harbourfront centre for a meeting about our chalet. Planning is on going but I think it's going to turn out okay. It's on the 10th and 11th of December and if I'm not wrong, I'll be staying over both days and on the morning of the 12th, I'm flying off to Bangkok with my family. Another something I'm not really looking forward to because of the fragile relationship with my mum and me. Besides as much as I want to go on holiday, I just want the whole house to myself. I spent practically the entire day sleeping and now i have nothing to do. My life can be so boring sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;I'm off to read a mag. Bye!&lt;br /&gt;Lovelots.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4161734151113342658-2147371145102183493?l=laceandleatherr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laceandleatherr.blogspot.com/feeds/2147371145102183493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4161734151113342658&amp;postID=2147371145102183493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161734151113342658/posts/default/2147371145102183493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161734151113342658/posts/default/2147371145102183493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laceandleatherr.blogspot.com/2009/11/miss-ineedmoresleepnow.html' title='miss ineedmoresleepnow.'/><author><name>Revethi aka Revv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03826728198333337112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4161734151113342658.post-4855685227533604534</id><published>2009-11-10T23:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T00:17:24.135+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Airporting.</title><content type='html'>I miss mugging. All the last minute mugging Rev and I used to do at the airport. How we knocked out solid one night and didn't get up until like 5 am only to have breakfast and leave for home. All the stories we shared in between our Statistics and World Wars as well as the countless number of happy meals we got. Rev went to the airport to study alone today. She texted me saying she saw someone who looked like Venu. I couldn't help but grin. My first smile for the day. My only smile today actually. I don't know if you can remember this Rev, but remember how I used to drag you out just so that we can watch the SIA girls? Haha. And how you'd wake me up if they sat down to eat at macs? Seems like so long ago. I never treasured these things then. Always dragging myself there knowing that I can only concentrate in a place that I really like. It was good fun and I hope that when if i start school coming April, it'll be back to the airport with Rev and her Anatomy with me and my Events management. Speaking of which, I have my interview in like 12 hours or so and I'm totally unprepared. But I don't feel a sense of panic. Yet. Maybe is because I managed to avoid V today? My mind feels at ease and I feel a little more brave. One step closer to finishing this off because something happens. Drama can be fun for a while but too much drama can kill. The more I fight with him, the closer I am to persuading him to willingly let me go. Which for now, seems almost impossible. Last night I gave him a scenario. "What if my dad finds out who I'm hanging out with and asks me to stop going out?". His reply? "I don't care even if you don't want me Ragini. I want you."&lt;br /&gt;Now am I supposed to take this seriously or laugh it off?&lt;br /&gt;So I'm a little stuck. But I'll find my way out. As always. Although I think this time I might have to act with more caution. Since they know where I stay, work and hang out, I might as well do things which will force him to let me go. At least that way I can't really be labelled the bitch. Life is all so sudden. At least I get this at 20. I don't think we have the liberty to engage in drama etc once we're in our mid-20s to 30s. Seriously, how flirty and fun can you be at 25? Haha. So yeah, i might as well act like a silly girl while I look the part. Womanhood can wait till I'm 30 or something. I'm not in a rush to give up my thoroughly unstable/scandalous/painful/imperfect/humourous/pampered/unprepared life for the woes of adulthood. As long as I can tell serious apart from fun, it's enough for the moment.&lt;br /&gt;I have this sudden urge to party tonight cause it's ladies' night. I could. If I did To Do Lists, my ideal Wednesday the 11th of November 2009 list would look like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To do list:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 Text Reka to see if Ladies' night is feasible&lt;br /&gt;:( Try to avoid V for day 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3Ace that interview so that I don't get shipped off to Australia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 Beat Logan in Daytona(cause the forfeit for the loser is a horrible one)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;3 Meet Arch and Reka tonight for coffee and confessions(our last session was WAY too long ago)&lt;br /&gt;:( Only 1 Cancer stick today. 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am So bored?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight World.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LoveLots.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4161734151113342658-4855685227533604534?l=laceandleatherr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laceandleatherr.blogspot.com/feeds/4855685227533604534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4161734151113342658&amp;postID=4855685227533604534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161734151113342658/posts/default/4855685227533604534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161734151113342658/posts/default/4855685227533604534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laceandleatherr.blogspot.com/2009/11/airporting.html' title='Airporting.'/><author><name>Revethi aka Revv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03826728198333337112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4161734151113342658.post-3148049380603674137</id><published>2009-11-08T12:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T13:00:44.375+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This time a year back.</title><content type='html'>To all our loved ones taking their A levels this year, Good luck! Study smart and drink Brand's. Don't sleep too late and set multiple alarms. When it's finally over on the 3rd of December, you're going to feel like nothing in this world can bring you down. Freak out in the 4 weeks to come cause in the months that will follow after A levels, you're going to wish you were back in school and struggling and freaking out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to put up a random photo. Think it's very sweet. So yeah (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ybfx8uWQ-Q4/SvZP1ebLTjI/AAAAAAAAAdY/FWhY6xeyrhA/s1600-h/DSC05862.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ybfx8uWQ-Q4/SvZP1ebLTjI/AAAAAAAAAdY/FWhY6xeyrhA/s320/DSC05862.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401592583196200498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4161734151113342658-3148049380603674137?l=laceandleatherr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laceandleatherr.blogspot.com/feeds/3148049380603674137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4161734151113342658&amp;postID=3148049380603674137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161734151113342658/posts/default/3148049380603674137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161734151113342658/posts/default/3148049380603674137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laceandleatherr.blogspot.com/2009/11/this-time-year-back.html' title='This time a year back.'/><author><name>Revethi aka Revv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03826728198333337112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ybfx8uWQ-Q4/SvZP1ebLTjI/AAAAAAAAAdY/FWhY6xeyrhA/s72-c/DSC05862.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4161734151113342658.post-7388452440852757592</id><published>2009-11-07T12:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T14:34:11.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>War doesn't determine who's right. War determines who's left.</title><content type='html'>Big things happened. V and I went for dinner at 1am on the 7th of November and it literally ended in bloodshed. He was bleeding so bad and I was too shocked to react. Staring incident. I've never been involved in a fight before and it totally freaked me out. The police came down and took statements and all. The two of us still managed to laugh about it afterwards. Little did i know that it was going to get a lot worse when his friends found out. They're all absolutely unhappy with me. One of them even told me in my face that he wouldn't hesitate to slap me and ask me to fuck off. All this with me in the middle right opposite Aishu's block. I've never had a stronger urge to get up, and walk away from V's life for good. I'm not his kind of girl. He's not my kind of guy. Looking at it logically, we can't get along if I didn't give in. I always give in. I'm extremely patient these days thanks to him and his temper. So yesterday, after his friends were done playing mind games with me, I exploded. Nesh went on about how his 27year old girlfriend comes all the way from Pasir Ris to see him at TPY if she can't get him through the phone. I'm sorry but I'm not desperate. I can't do that for any guy and well, I won't. Simply because if I want, I can get someone who's willing to let me be the Alpha and doesn't mind sufferring as the Beta. But that'd make me exactly like him. Looking for someone to assert himself on. Seriously, men who hit women are cowards. You take it out on the physically weaker sex but you still need us by your side because we're the emotionally stronger ones. To Nesh's Wife-to-be, I feel sorry for you because you're a defeated woman. You're a disgrace to all women and Nesh did not make any sense to me when he brought you into the picture because frankly my dear, you don't have my respect. What Nesh tried to do was make me feel guilty. Honestly, I am guilty that V got into a fight because of me and well, for me in some sense. I'm upset because he got hurt and when I tried to get inbetween I got pushed aside by the guys. I feel like I was hopeless that night and it was in total my fault. I feel this way despite the fact that it was V's temper that drove him to punch the guy. Not my instigation. So in some sense, I'm absorbing the blame just to make him feel a little better. Yes, I try very hard to please him because I don't want to fight with him. Because I really care about him. I make me him happy because he thinks it weird and yet amzaing that I can smile my way through everything! Well, I used to be able to at least. I can't seem to look at him and smile genuinely now. I just can't. He begged me not to put up a false smile but I couldn't help it. He claims I'm punishing him. So be it. I've been punished enough for being myself. They can take the guilt around a while. Fighting with me is pointless because I don't argue without analysing the entire situation. Most of the time I'm just really quiet when I get yelled at but at the end, I finish the conversation. It's an Indian habit to immediately show your anger. Show it without thinking. Call me what you want to but I don't mind being the kind of person who thinks a thousand times before picking a fight. Why? Because I'm a human being and I have an ego. I don't want to lose. I hate losing. I'd rather avoid the fight then to get into it and lose. War, is never the solution to anything. All the wars that we've fought throughou history, from the Mughals to the Nazis have ended in bloodshed and unrest. Any of these wars proved either parties involved right or wrong? Nope. It instead, shows us the stronger party. The ones that have more will power to keep fighting for their rights while the weaker party waves the flag. For everything that happens, there's always a way around. Violence and verbal abuse are never the only choices. Yesterday ended with Nesh trying to suck up to me and in a way to V and well. I couldn't be bothered. We had to go pick his girlfriend from her house in pasir ris and then head back to tpy and make our way to my place. Sometimes, I pity V. Driving around is never easy and isn't always pleasant. On top of that, we keep having to pick up the damsel who's constantly in distress. Which is really frustrating because it doesn't make sense to try and pacify a 27 year old cow about silly things like Nesh not calling her every 5 minutes to tell her where he is etc. He's 24 and like me in a lot of ways. He hates losing but he loves a fight. He loves to nagnagnag without assessing the things he said. Honestly, I thought I was finished yesterday. I was starting to become very rude and was on the verge of throwing out everything I had to say. But I didn't. Only because he's very important to V. Way more important than I am to him. Nesh is also extremely witty. Sadly for him, my wit has no end either. I think in their world, they don't see many strong women. They see women who are uncultured and don't know how to carry themselves. They see women who are needy. The moment an independent girl comes along, they feel threatened. How to do you tie down someone who clearly has the upper hand? Time for Indian men to change thier mentality. Women are not your punching bags and baby making machines. You can throw old fashioned minds into the drain. I really like V but I'm going to set him an ultimatum simply because I can't keep being Little Miss Sunshine. Just 1 more incident, and I'm leaving. It's going to hurt but it won't hurt as much as how my pride and ego get hurt dealing with men who believe women are several steps below them. I think I've had enough of swalloing my pride. I can't pretend to not care. No one should. So girls, speak up. Don't let the men get away feeling satisfied. If he's asking you to change and mould to his liking, ask him to make love with play dough or something. I'm sure that'd be better because it's according to his preferrence.&lt;br /&gt;I think I've ranted enough for now. I'm extremely sleepy so i'll blog again later tonight. I got this text from Singtel's Inspire me service this morning. I have a brain and a uterus and I used both. Nicer way of saying that men are pretty darn stupid with a brain and a dick anf still no control over either!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LoveLots&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4161734151113342658-7388452440852757592?l=laceandleatherr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laceandleatherr.blogspot.com/feeds/7388452440852757592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4161734151113342658&amp;postID=7388452440852757592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161734151113342658/posts/default/7388452440852757592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161734151113342658/posts/default/7388452440852757592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laceandleatherr.blogspot.com/2009/11/war-doesnt-determine-whos-right-war.html' title='War doesn&apos;t determine who&apos;s right. War determines who&apos;s left.'/><author><name>Revethi aka Revv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03826728198333337112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4161734151113342658.post-113248658239833821</id><published>2009-11-03T00:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T01:00:29.375+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bound feet.</title><content type='html'>Why bound feet? Well, When someone tries so hard to be perfect, it's almost the same as them trying to bind their feet in order to achieve supposed perfection. Read up on your Chinese history. It's been ages since I've had proper internet time and surprise surprise, so many things have changed. The rant of perfection is still ongoing but something seems to have changed. Oh wait. It's the degree of childishness that seems to have increased! Haha. You know I hate being indirect and at the same time I'm forced to be because slander is against the law. Just like Oral sex and Chewing gum. So anyway, is this girl's route to perfection, she has decided to cut me off. I don't know why though. Not that I need her in my life or anything but it's just a little unsettling. Did you think that you could keep peaking at our blog pretending like you don't care when clearly you do? I think you've forgotten one aspect on your route towards perfection. Humility. Go figure.&lt;br /&gt;So, I started the post with a rant. Haha. I miss blogging and yet I haven't had the discipline to sit my ass down and type away. Now that I've started, I think ranting is the rightful thing to do. I managed to get an interview with the Tourism Academy@Sentosa. Finally! I was so nervous that my picture didn't impress them.&lt;br /&gt;By the way, they expect their applicants to look good. Not saying I'm that impressive. I'm just grateful they considered me. Interview's on the 11th which is like next Wednesday! I need to find something to wear! The worst part of it all. Sigh. If I ace this interview, I can apply for my scholarship with the Singapore Toursim Board which, will see me all the way through my education including my 1.5 business degree at NUS. Pray for me world. Haha. Okay I'm suddenly craving grapes! I'm going off to raid my fridge to see if my green grapes are still there! I SAW A SHOOTING STAR! I was too stunned to make a wish. Shoot me please.&lt;br /&gt;LoveLots.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4161734151113342658-113248658239833821?l=laceandleatherr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laceandleatherr.blogspot.com/feeds/113248658239833821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4161734151113342658&amp;postID=113248658239833821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161734151113342658/posts/default/113248658239833821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161734151113342658/posts/default/113248658239833821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laceandleatherr.blogspot.com/2009/11/bound-feet.html' title='bound feet.'/><author><name>Revethi aka Revv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03826728198333337112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4161734151113342658.post-4957162385791165069</id><published>2009-10-22T15:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T15:59:22.212+08:00</updated><title type='text'>don't worry, be happy.</title><content type='html'>Unhappiness. It's been everywhere lately. I wish I could make lives better for everyone. People I love, people I hate, friends, family, strangers, people who deserve it and those who don't. Noone deserves to be unhappy. FYI, I don't consider those with kitten crush fetishes, rapists, serial killers and such to be humans so this does not apply to them. Other than that everyone else deserves happiness. Everyone has their own definition of happiness. This makes it difficult for some to be truly happy because they simply ask for too much. If a billion dollars are what you define as happiness then well, your life is probably going to be very unhappy. Which is why we should learn to be happy with the smallest things in life, like smelling a rose or seeing a bunch of kids goofing around. You may think that you probably have to turn into some sort of an idealist for that but you truly don't.&lt;br /&gt;Being happy is not rocket science. People blow it way out of proportion. All you have to do is notice the love between people or the beauty of mother nature. Don't ask too much out of life - it can only provide so much. &lt;br /&gt;This post is dedicated to VK who is going through a rough patch in life. I just want to let you know, you can still be happy regardless. Love you xx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Revethi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4161734151113342658-4957162385791165069?l=laceandleatherr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laceandleatherr.blogspot.com/feeds/4957162385791165069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4161734151113342658&amp;postID=4957162385791165069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161734151113342658/posts/default/4957162385791165069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161734151113342658/posts/default/4957162385791165069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laceandleatherr.blogspot.com/2009/10/dont-worry-be-happy.html' title='don&apos;t worry, be happy.'/><author><name>Revethi aka Revv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03826728198333337112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4161734151113342658.post-5347127036647944470</id><published>2009-10-18T20:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T20:26:50.191+08:00</updated><title type='text'>family.</title><content type='html'>A word I'll never truly enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;A reason why I want to go away.&lt;br /&gt;People who will never try to understand or love me.&lt;br /&gt;A weakness that has the potential to become my strength.&lt;br /&gt;Something I honestly rather not have..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Revethi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4161734151113342658-5347127036647944470?l=laceandleatherr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laceandleatherr.blogspot.com/feeds/5347127036647944470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4161734151113342658&amp;postID=5347127036647944470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161734151113342658/posts/default/5347127036647944470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161734151113342658/posts/default/5347127036647944470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laceandleatherr.blogspot.com/2009/10/family.html' title='family.'/><author><name>Revethi aka Revv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03826728198333337112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4161734151113342658.post-346279882766188666</id><published>2009-10-11T18:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T18:42:00.077+08:00</updated><title type='text'>one, two, three.</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was awesome. Went to SPCA in the morning and stayed there for 6 hours! (: Had tons of laughs with Jo, Bav, Danny and Jay. Funny people I tell you. They left early. I stayed longer because I had to go for Dawn's birthday party which only starts at 730pm. I stayed behind for an hour after the shelter was closed. It was awesome. It was just me, the animals and Izzie. After the puppies, kittens and cats were fed and the cages and buckets were cleaned, Izzie brought Tallula out onto the shelter reception's table. We got to talking and feeding/canoodling Tallula for like about 30 minutes. It was so relaxing haha. I left for Dawn's party after that. They had this whole surprise thing planned out and Gin was so tense about it! Lol. Ah, Gin and Dawn are so sweet together. Dawn's parents were there as well. The mother was so fierce - Just 5 minutes into her arrival and she went straight to the bar for a margarita. Lol. I had some drinks as well. 4 cups of Vodka Lime and 2 Margaritas - not even buzzed. Kinda sucks having a high level of tolerance for alcohol. Anyway, I gotta say, Eurasian people throw the best parties. It was fun and everyone just hung loose. So awesome. &lt;br /&gt;I'm too lazy to write anymore so as Tigger would say, TTFN! - Ta-ta for now (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Revethi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4161734151113342658-346279882766188666?l=laceandleatherr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laceandleatherr.blogspot.com/feeds/346279882766188666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4161734151113342658&amp;postID=346279882766188666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161734151113342658/posts/default/346279882766188666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161734151113342658/posts/default/346279882766188666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laceandleatherr.blogspot.com/2009/10/one-two-three.html' title='one, two, three.'/><author><name>Revethi aka Revv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03826728198333337112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4161734151113342658.post-2449382698962183845</id><published>2009-10-07T16:55:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T17:25:51.551+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I will not bow.</title><content type='html'>My school's new location is like right smack in the middle of CBD. So much for dressing down for school. On a happier note, there's an MPH bookstore right opposite and LPS is 5 minutes away. Convinient place really. I also get/got to see hot caucasian people strutting their stuff. Awesome. I'm learning really cool stuff now. Stuff I actually like learning though it did get a tad bit boring during lessons - But that's the lecturer's doing, not the subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I got my phone yesterday. It's the same Nokia 5800. So Rags and I are back to being phone buddies again lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my doggies and kitties. 2 more days till I get to see them again :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really into this song at the moment - Enjoy! 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Time for a new blog skin ya think Rags?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4161734151113342658-2449382698962183845?l=laceandleatherr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laceandleatherr.blogspot.com/feeds/2449382698962183845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4161734151113342658&amp;postID=2449382698962183845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161734151113342658/posts/default/2449382698962183845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161734151113342658/posts/default/2449382698962183845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laceandleatherr.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-will-not-bow.html' title='I will not bow.'/><author><name>Revethi aka Revv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03826728198333337112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4161734151113342658.post-5680254486149167384</id><published>2009-10-07T01:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T02:16:04.745+08:00</updated><title type='text'>safety first.</title><content type='html'>Hello world. I do not know what to blog about. Waiting for GG, Desperate Housewives and 90210 to load so I shall blogggg to kill time. Just read the article Revethi linked. That James guy is absolutely right. If the mrt station staff couldn't even remove a cat safely from the tracks, how can we even dream about putting our safety into their hands when we take the train? Terrible example set by the staff really.&lt;br /&gt;The day went by really fast today. Went to work. Didn't get a chance to sit down. Picked out the stuff I intend to buy from Ruma's. I want to get my hair done tomorrow. And I have to post my Tourism Academy@ Sentosa form tomorrow as well. I see a long long day ahead and I hope I get to spend most if not all of it with my family. Of course Vijay will want to meet at night. I mean it's not that I don't want to meet him or anything. We do have a lot of fun together but there's still a little voice in my head telling me to watch myself. I can never truly be myself with him. But then again, I'm never truly myself with anyone. Haha. So yeah. I miss my friends very much. All the late night hanging out. I even miss my YEC friends. Hopefully everything gets back to normal by the time I stop working at Ruma's. I foresee myself being as bored at hell after I stop working there. I'm going to miss Siti like crazy and I'm pretty sure I'm going to cry terribly on my last day there. The shop feels like another home to me. Everyone takes care of me and of course they bully me but it's always fun to be in the shop. Siti cooks for me, practically everyday actually. They let me knock out for a while behind if I'm really tired and all. Damn, I really am going to miss them.&lt;br /&gt;On to other things. I got a message from a lady named Mehraj the day before;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="GBThreadMessageRow_Info"&gt;       &lt;span bindpoint="authorLinkWrapper" class="GBThreadMessageRow_AuthorLink_Wrapper"&gt;         &lt;a class="GBThreadMessageRow_AuthorLink" href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=726775802"&gt;Mehraj Begum&lt;/a&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;       &lt;span class="GBThreadMessageRow_Date"&gt;         01 October at 19:48       &lt;/span&gt;       &lt;span class="GBThreadMessageRow_BranchLink" bindpoint="branchLinkWrapper"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;       &lt;span class="GBThreadMessageRow_ReportLink" bindpoint="reportLinkWrapper"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;/div&gt;            &lt;div class="GBThreadMessageRow_Body_Content"&gt;         Hi babe,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Is Mehraj here. I came across your profile and wanted to know whether you might be interested in being part of the acting crew for a local telemovie soon to be aired in vasantham! Do let me know by tonights!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mehraj&lt;br /&gt;9044xxxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I contacted her out of courtesy to let her know that ny Tamil sucks and that I'm not too keen on appearing on teevee. Her text reply?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey ragini! Mehraj here! I give you shabir number. You can call him at 9855xxxx tomorrow. Please do call him k! Mehraj here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My reply?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Mehraj! I'm really sorry but my tamil sucks and I don't think I have the guts to appear on tv! So sorry, I don't think I'll head down for the auds. Thanks anyway (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her response?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its ok la.. I think he is looking for an anglo looking girl. All the best for the auditions k! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My reply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey what's anglo looking! And what am I supposed to say to him??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No reply from her. Wth?&lt;br /&gt;Haha. So I called Shabir anyway. He asked me to link him to my FB. I did. 3 mins later he calls me back and asks me to come down for a test shoot. As much as I was really excited and all, I told him I had to work till 9pm. Then he said try. I said I really cant't. So he said he'll keep me updated. Haha. I can be such a loser sometimes? So anyway, that's probably the most exciting thing that's happened to me so far. Other than that I'm pretty much boring/bored at the moment. And right now, I'm feeling really sleepy. Forget GG, 90210 and Desperate Housewives. I just want my bed. Good night world.&lt;br /&gt;Love lots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4161734151113342658-5680254486149167384?l=laceandleatherr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laceandleatherr.blogspot.com/feeds/5680254486149167384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4161734151113342658&amp;postID=5680254486149167384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161734151113342658/posts/default/5680254486149167384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161734151113342658/posts/default/5680254486149167384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laceandleatherr.blogspot.com/2009/10/safety-first.html' title='safety first.'/><author><name>Revethi aka Revv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03826728198333337112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4161734151113342658.post-6247819733955971216</id><published>2009-10-05T20:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T21:15:21.211+08:00</updated><title type='text'>more fucktards.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.todayonline.com/Voices/EDC091004-0000094/Online-Only---MRT-staff-at-Dhoby-Ghaut-ignored-pleas-had-no-regard-for-animal-welfare"&gt;Read this.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This irks me enough to give me goosebumps. It's incidences like these that make me wonder what the world is coming to. Brainless mofos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Revethi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4161734151113342658-6247819733955971216?l=laceandleatherr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laceandleatherr.blogspot.com/feeds/6247819733955971216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4161734151113342658&amp;postID=6247819733955971216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161734151113342658/posts/default/6247819733955971216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161734151113342658/posts/default/6247819733955971216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laceandleatherr.blogspot.com/2009/10/more-fucktards.html' title='more fucktards.'/><author><name>Revethi aka Revv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03826728198333337112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4161734151113342658.post-6599330321208242654</id><published>2009-10-04T22:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T23:08:47.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>worked up. choked up.</title><content type='html'>Hey everyone. Haven't had the chance to blog properly since I started working at Ruma's again. I was planning to get home early today and sit and blog but I've totally lost the mood. I'm so messed up right now? To an extent that I can no longer describe the feeling. I can't do anything but to go with the flow. Everyday, I find out something new about society in general. Today I discovered something else. When you're someone like me, people don't hesitate to hold back their words. Just because I'm this way, doesn't mean that I don't get hurt. The worst part of everything that's happening to me right now is that it's all my fault. I can't justify anything I've done and I'm finally at a stage in life where I'm just assuming that this is the way I am. Sickening feeling and I'm still trying to find a way out of this. Bleah. Here's the thing about life, the moment you let yourself fall, you'll think that it's okay to keep falling. I don't think it's okay to keep falling. And I think I've said this in earlier posts, I think it's perfectly okay that I'm unhappy on the inside. I'm perfectly alright with lying to myself and putting on a happy face. After all, I don't have my own energy. Honestly, if the people around me bore me to death, I become just as boring. Lol. I suck energy. Don't have my own. Right now I just need the positive energy around me. I don't know what the future holds for me, but I'm looking forward to tmr. To more surprises and more experiences. New experiences that will teach me something new that may or may not help me get through the next day. Have a good week ahead everyone.&lt;br /&gt;LoveLots.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4161734151113342658-6599330321208242654?l=laceandleatherr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laceandleatherr.blogspot.com/feeds/6599330321208242654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4161734151113342658&amp;postID=6599330321208242654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161734151113342658/posts/default/6599330321208242654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161734151113342658/posts/default/6599330321208242654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laceandleatherr.blogspot.com/2009/10/worked-up-choked-up.html' title='worked up. choked up.'/><author><name>Revethi aka Revv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03826728198333337112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4161734151113342658.post-2286807970424780782</id><published>2009-10-01T15:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T16:17:49.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Threesomes.</title><content type='html'>Britney's new song, "3".&lt;br /&gt;Lovin it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-bfd022f530399eab" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v13.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dbfd022f530399eab%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330058737%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6AC669224DB3B7F15464A81DF1C69601BACEBE17.311EC7222702458894084336B20683109B170238%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dbfd022f530399eab%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DMFwrm77MS6QzVhqv3ZkZ5kGiJTw&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v13.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dbfd022f530399eab%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330058737%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6AC669224DB3B7F15464A81DF1C69601BACEBE17.311EC7222702458894084336B20683109B170238%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dbfd022f530399eab%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DMFwrm77MS6QzVhqv3ZkZ5kGiJTw&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LoveLots,&lt;br /&gt;Ragini.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4161734151113342658-2286807970424780782?l=laceandleatherr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laceandleatherr.blogspot.com/feeds/2286807970424780782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4161734151113342658&amp;postID=2286807970424780782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161734151113342658/posts/default/2286807970424780782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161734151113342658/posts/default/2286807970424780782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laceandleatherr.blogspot.com/2009/10/threesomes.html' title='Threesomes.'/><author><name>Revethi aka Revv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03826728198333337112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4161734151113342658.post-2046491171253847232</id><published>2009-09-28T21:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T22:13:06.522+08:00</updated><title type='text'>put it on high.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Slow, slow, painfully slow. That's how life is at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's starting soon and I can't help but feel apprehensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I've only sent out 2 SMSes today. I feel somewhat liberated yet out-of-touch without a proper phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting a new phone sometime this week. Most probably my old 5800. Wouldn't want Ragini's one to feel too lonely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my animals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got assigned to shelter duty this Sunday for Paws n Purrs. Awesomeness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love SPCA. I feel awesome when I'm there. I don't have to dress-up or be mindful of how I appear. I usually wear capris and a shirt with my overused pair of Crocs. My hair will be all frizzy and tied up in a bun. I know I look like crap but hell, it feels good. It feels good because noone cares. The animals sure as hell don't. This allows me to truly be myself there. I don't have to pretend to like something I don't. I don't have to do something I don't want to do. I don't feel inferior or superior. Everyone is treated equally. Everyone is friendly with one another. Of course there are a select few idiots who are well, idiots. I've met people that I know will see through me for as long as I live. Printing that volunteer form was probably the best thing I've done in my entire life. The reason why I became a volunteer is simply because I had time to kill. 8 months to be precise after my A levels. Let's face it, it's somewhat a selfish reason. When people ask me that and I answer them, they go 'Pfft, is that all?' or 'Oh, no wonder.' Noone has ever asked me why I still am a volunteer though. If anyone had bothered asking me that, I would tell them that it's because the animals have made a bigger impact on my life than any humans; They have changed me for the better; They have cheered me up when I was down; They keep me rooted to the ground; They teach me responsibility, compassion and humility; And for that, I owe them everything I got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xx Revethi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4161734151113342658-2046491171253847232?l=laceandleatherr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laceandleatherr.blogspot.com/feeds/2046491171253847232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4161734151113342658&amp;postID=2046491171253847232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161734151113342658/posts/default/2046491171253847232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161734151113342658/posts/default/2046491171253847232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laceandleatherr.blogspot.com/2009/09/put-it-on-high.html' title='put it on high.'/><author><name>Revethi aka Revv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03826728198333337112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4161734151113342658.post-3822853784242853645</id><published>2009-09-21T00:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T01:14:00.431+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what i would really like, is to punch you.</title><content type='html'>Honestly I know I haven't blogged in the longest time ever but wtf. I work work work the whole damn day, then I get that fella to send me home and I always go to bed more frustrated than how frustrated I was getting up at 8.30am that morning. So here, i've come to say, fuck you Vijay. I don't ever want to be nice to you again. Sure you're older and your temper's to be feared. I fear you honestly. So much that I literally get a fever standing around you these days. What frustrates me more is that my temper is as bad as yours and I can't fucking show it because you might just fucking kill me. Like last night I felt like slapping you but I knew I couldn't run as fast as you. My face will probably break the moment your hand comes into contact with it. Fuck. I'm trying so damn hard with you but I feel like I'm going no where. You told me once that I should leave a message if I want to leave you. Last night you asked me if I was going to leave you that message cause I accidently broke your helmet. Well guess what? I too know how to play mind games. I'm pretty experienced with mind games despite my age. I started my game the moment you asked me what my name was under block 175 that Wednesday we met. Oh btw everyone, I broke his helmet by accident yesterday. Cause he yelled, I freaked and dropped it. I dropped it and it broke. That crap is supposed to withstand an accident? Murale was right. I'm paying to get my death in the form of a drivers' license. All I can say now is, go to hell man. Seriously. I have had enough of being little miss sunshine for you. I play rough so I hope you like the ride that's coming. On a happier note, I made new friends today. Smoking corner buddies rather. His name is Chang Yi. Cute fella. He's like the gang leader for the 10 or so Pizza Hut delivery boys at Thompson plaza. I'm now friends with the cleaner, the 7-11 people, the Yakun Kaya people, the laundry cum tailor  and the ladies who make the best iced milo at the thompson plaza kopitiam. This is what full-time at Ruma's collection does to you. I pushed sales to the max today. Overall sales, 5K. My personal sales, 2.2K. Kept me happy till I got out for a stick 4 hours later. Oh another random and totally unbelievable thing happened. I forgot Arun's birthday. Wth is wrong with me? How easy can it be to forget the birthday of someone you were once crazy in love with? Oh wait, it's not easy. I don't even know if i forgot it genuinely or if my mind tuned itself to tell me that it doesn't matter if we made out 4 months or so ago it's still over. I think I genuinely forgot cause I woke up yesterday with a " Shit!". Told you my days are getting crappy. Logan is way to distracted. I don't even know what he's doing. One minute it's "hey beauty i miss you ):" and when I reply it's no response. I don't chase. I just keep going. Which is exactly what I'm going to do now. Classy women, don't chase. They don't show how cheap they can get and they most certainly won't be afraid about people findind out about their whereabouts/activities. I don't want guys in my life. Can I just stick with girls? Is going against the will of nature such a bad idea? Frankly, I don't give a damn. If we spend half our lives deciding on what's right and what's wrong, when are we going to get to live it? Why do we have to choose to do the right thing? Who says right has to be the one we pick? I'm going with wrong. The more wrong I do, the more free I feel. I like being free. Free to be me. &lt;br /&gt;I'm so angry right now? Fuck the world.&lt;br /&gt;Ragini.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4161734151113342658-3822853784242853645?l=laceandleatherr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laceandleatherr.blogspot.com/feeds/3822853784242853645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4161734151113342658&amp;postID=3822853784242853645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161734151113342658/posts/default/3822853784242853645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161734151113342658/posts/default/3822853784242853645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laceandleatherr.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-i-would-really-like-is-to-punch.html' title='what i would really like, is to punch you.'/><author><name>Revethi aka Revv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03826728198333337112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4161734151113342658.post-7707790546187042041</id><published>2009-09-17T14:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T17:46:16.181+08:00</updated><title type='text'>flea market on the 19th!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hey hey guys.&lt;br /&gt;There's this flea market going on this &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saturday the 19th&lt;/span&gt; near &lt;a href="http://sg.pagenation.com/sin/Dunman%20Food%20Centre_103.9017_1.3095.map"&gt;Dunman food centre&lt;/a&gt; which is around &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Joo Chiat&lt;/span&gt;. It's your usual straight-off-the-mill flea market. I heard there'll be a movie screening as well but that's not my point haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be selling my bakes!&lt;br /&gt;Vanilla Cupcakes, Oreo Cupcakes, Brownies, Big Fat Chocolate Chip Cookies and Meringues!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, not too sure about the meringues because it depends on my mood tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway it's from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12 noon till 3pm&lt;/span&gt;. My booth's name is '&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rain's Cupcakes&lt;/span&gt;.' There's acutally a long and funny story behind that name which I'll blog about in time to come haha. In the meanwhile though, Come visit me kay? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Revethi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. If you dont know how to get there: Take 33 from Bedok interchange and alight at fare stage 6.5. Walk down Joo Chiat Road till you see it! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4161734151113342658-7707790546187042041?l=laceandleatherr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laceandleatherr.blogspot.com/feeds/7707790546187042041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4161734151113342658&amp;postID=7707790546187042041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161734151113342658/posts/default/7707790546187042041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161734151113342658/posts/default/7707790546187042041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laceandleatherr.blogspot.com/2009/09/flea-market-on-19th.html' title='flea market on the 19th!'/><author><name>Revethi aka Revv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03826728198333337112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4161734151113342658.post-1178034671817640774</id><published>2009-09-16T14:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T14:30:22.559+08:00</updated><title type='text'>all I need is my degree.</title><content type='html'>Just had a good chat with Shankari. She's having a blast in Germany - really happy for her (: Her classes start today and hopefully things are stay as awesome as they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of years ago I was determined to leave Singapore.. The temptation died down after my As for a various number of reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Priya and I made this plan to leave Singapore together after she's done with poly and I get my degree. I was a bit apprehensive about it. I was afraid to leave my life here to start another one elsewhere but lately, the thought of leaving has been really appealing to me. My conversation with Shankari just moulded that appeal to determination. I'm not getting into details of why I'm leaving - I don't wanna create trouble for myself - but basically, I don't want to have a family here, I don't want to work here, I don't want to retire here and I most certainly do not want to die here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is what I've promised myself - I'm getting my BioMed degree; I either get a scholarship and do my Masters overseas or in a local University; I'm getting myself out of this country. I will. I won't stop till I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched the season premiere of Supernatural yesterday. Can I say it's fucking awesome!&lt;br /&gt;I've been into AC/DC, Queen and Metallica recently. Dean's influence probably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Revethi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4161734151113342658-1178034671817640774?l=laceandleatherr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laceandleatherr.blogspot.com/feeds/1178034671817640774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4161734151113342658&amp;postID=1178034671817640774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161734151113342658/posts/default/1178034671817640774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161734151113342658/posts/default/1178034671817640774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laceandleatherr.blogspot.com/2009/09/all-i-need-is-my-degree.html' title='all I need is my degree.'/><author><name>Revethi aka Revv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03826728198333337112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4161734151113342658.post-502884016777548863</id><published>2009-09-13T23:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T00:27:23.038+08:00</updated><title type='text'>life as it is.</title><content type='html'>Hello everyone. I haven't blogged for the longest time ever. Partly because I'm never home this early. So before 11pm is a pretty big deal. I could have blogged but I really didn't know what to blog about. Life? Work? Plans? Cancer sticks? Damn. I just finished my stint with the Department of Stats Singapore. No more High street buildings and over priced lunches as well as ulu blocks and really racist Singaporeans. Honestly I think the things I saw during my house visits have affected me pretty deeply. I saw drug addicts and teenage mums struggling to keep up. It was truly terrible. And you know all those things you hear about loansharks coming after households and throwing paint at their front doors? Well all that is true. I saw quite a number of houses with paint splashed on their doors and all sorts of vulgarities scribbled all over the walls. Culture shock I swear. Vanitha always points out the Vee and I act like City Kids who live in a totally different world. I used to tell her it wasn't that way. Now, I can actually agree with her. Not saying that I live in a very posh area, but at least here people don't behave like country brutes. Honestly, when I went to Jurong East, The people were relatively nice. So were the people in Bishan. But I really had hell with AMK and Boon Lay. I'm tempted to post something but I know it'll be a serious offence for me to do so. I'll just let you figure it out. I got into the lift at this seriously deserted block somewhere in Boon Lay drive one day and there was this middle aged chinese lady already inside. The moment I got into the lift, the lady stared at me, cringed, and covered her nose and mouth. I was wearing Envy Me that day. I DO NOT perspire. It is absolutely impossible for me to smell bad. Ask anyone. I was so pissed that I actually said CB out loud when I got out. I'm rarely that unruly. And I've been in a bad mood since that day! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;I want to meet all my friends but I don't think I have enough energy to. I'm pretty glad biker takes me home everynight. That's another thing that's bothering me. I can't place my finger on the exact feeling, but I do feel something for me. About him rather. I really like him. 27 but still very much young at heart. His bike, is my boyfriend. No joke. Speaking of which,my first riding practical is this Wednesday! I'm so close to getting my Kawasaki Kips! This is the bike that I want btw;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ybfx8uWQ-Q4/Sq0ct67OvkI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/lVchiupjZJc/s1600-h/Kawasaki+KRR+ZX150++2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ybfx8uWQ-Q4/Sq0ct67OvkI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/lVchiupjZJc/s320/Kawasaki+KRR+ZX150++2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380988705014988354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I want her in white and sprayed with flowers at one side. Haha. I want my license like, now. So anyway I think that's all I have to say. I need to get myself a patch to stop. It's about time I control it.I'm so sleepy that I've forgotten everything I've been wanting to write since like, 2 days ago. I'll blog later so you guys, Take care.&lt;br /&gt;LoveLots,&lt;br /&gt;Ragini&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4161734151113342658-502884016777548863?l=laceandleatherr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laceandleatherr.blogspot.com/feeds/502884016777548863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4161734151113342658&amp;postID=502884016777548863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161734151113342658/posts/default/502884016777548863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161734151113342658/posts/default/502884016777548863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laceandleatherr.blogspot.com/2009/09/life-as-it-is.html' title='life as it is.'/><author><name>Revethi aka Revv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03826728198333337112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ybfx8uWQ-Q4/Sq0ct67OvkI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/lVchiupjZJc/s72-c/Kawasaki+KRR+ZX150++2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4161734151113342658.post-8447985062121420153</id><published>2009-09-11T19:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T20:54:42.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sup yall!</title><content type='html'>My first batch of cookies and cream cupcakes are in the oven; I'm eating my dinner and Stevie's barking at me for it; The only noice I hear is the hustle and bustle of the outside world. Ah, sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Revethi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4161734151113342658-8447985062121420153?l=laceandleatherr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laceandleatherr.blogspot.com/feeds/8447985062121420153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4161734151113342658&amp;postID=8447985062121420153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161734151113342658/posts/default/8447985062121420153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161734151113342658/posts/default/8447985062121420153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laceandleatherr.blogspot.com/2009/09/sup-yall.html' title='sup yall!'/><author><name>Revethi aka Revv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03826728198333337112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4161734151113342658.post-5342643680903479623</id><published>2009-09-04T09:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T12:57:58.325+08:00</updated><title type='text'>drama in the courtroom.</title><content type='html'>Was such a dramatic day yesterday. A number of funny/annoying/upsetting/sweet incidents happened yesterday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I caught up with an old penpal. The last time we probably spoke was... 3 years ago? So much has changed since then. For starters, he looks so hot now as compared to before. Though he still looks as white as ghost. I never knew he was a manutd fan as well! We spent like 2 hours bitching about the ongoings of the EPL. He had more stories to share since that lucky ass lives in Manchester and has SEASON TICKETS. Pfft. I know you're reading this, Barry, so remember your promise heh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Barry went to sleep (It was like 2am there) I got seriously bored and went to play with Stevie. I decided to teach him to roll over so I got him lying down to roll him over. As I was doing that, he got up, barked at me and ran away. Annoying dog. Probably thought I was some idiot trying to make him do stupid stuff lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was getting ready for the SPCA volunteer dinner. I was on my chair rolling around playing with Stevie and I got carried away and rolled it over my toes. I literally had to roll the chair off my toes. The pain wasn't that bad so I tried curling my toes and that's when the pain really hit me and I yelped. I actually yelped. Stevie looked so worried lol. Cute dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The evening was going well up until I lost my phone. Sighs. It was carelessness on my part but ugh, I wish the one who took it feels guilty. If she doesn't, I hope she loses every single hair, grows a moustache and her boobs fall plop on the ground. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone was so sweet about it. Jo wanted to leave early initially but she stayed till like 9+ in the end. Gin and Dawn stayed back as well. Serena was really sweet as well - she looked through the garbage and she called me this morning to check on me and asked me about the CCTV footage. I told her that only a chinese and caucasian lady had entered the toilet after I did and she said she'll try to find out who it was. Uncle Mohan and her even told me that I could give SPCA's number to the management in case they needed to contact me but I had already given Bavani's number. Ah, sweet people. The love I have for SPCA goes well beyond the animals. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the train ride back home, this group of annoying kids were playing and running around in a fairly crowded train and they trampled over my already paining toes. I nearly screamed. Ugh. I was limping back home when I ran into Dinesh. He listened to me bitching about what a horrible evening it has been and then walked me home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Piper's getting adopted today. I wanted to see her off but I decided not to. I think I'd start crying again and well, she deserves a joyful/tearless adoption. Hope she is happy wherever she's going. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just staying home playing Texas Hold'em. Depressing. Oh well. If my day gets any worse I'll let you guys know. Bye for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Revethi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4161734151113342658-5342643680903479623?l=laceandleatherr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laceandleatherr.blogspot.com/feeds/5342643680903479623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4161734151113342658&amp;postID=5342643680903479623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161734151113342658/posts/default/5342643680903479623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161734151113342658/posts/default/5342643680903479623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laceandleatherr.blogspot.com/2009/09/drama-in-courtroom.html' title='drama in the courtroom.'/><author><name>Revethi aka Revv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03826728198333337112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4161734151113342658.post-6374444401695238063</id><published>2009-09-02T04:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T05:21:04.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>vroom.</title><content type='html'>HELLO! It's like 4.50am and I just got home! I was supposed to be back at 12. I was on my way back. When I was walking towards my block, I saw biker boy standing under my block! Technically I saw my baby(the bike) first and I was like, what the? Then he smiled that stupid smile of his and said "The bike was so heartbroken that you didn't sit on him today so I brought him to see you." Cheesy much? Haha. So we sat near my place and talked, and talked. Seriously, when I first met him, I didn't think he was the talkng kind. It's been a week and he's made me laugh so hard and well, I love the way he laughs. Love it. I can't seem to get enough of him.&lt;br /&gt;I haven't posted in the LONGEST time ever. Been to caught up trying to cover up all the remaining houses in AMK and Bishan as well as the new houses in Jurong. So far Jurong east has been good to me. I think the response is better when I go over at night instead of in the morning or something. Passed by Prema's block. Brought back some really good memories of dance and just hanging out with the girls and boys. Did the BGM slides all over again this morning. Actually the one Saba had done earlier was alright. I just thought it could look better so I played around with it a little. BGM IS TMR! I don't know why I'm feeling nervous. Sometimes, I seriously don't know how Grace does it. I salute her. Haha. Okay I'm seriously sleepy and I can't concentrate on anything that I'm typing. Have a good Wednesday!&lt;br /&gt;LoveLots!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4161734151113342658-6374444401695238063?l=laceandleatherr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laceandleatherr.blogspot.com/feeds/6374444401695238063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4161734151113342658&amp;postID=6374444401695238063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161734151113342658/posts/default/6374444401695238063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161734151113342658/posts/default/6374444401695238063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laceandleatherr.blogspot.com/2009/09/vroom.html' title='vroom.'/><author><name>Revethi aka Revv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03826728198333337112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4161734151113342658.post-3048279726212694062</id><published>2009-08-31T10:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T10:28:25.945+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lazy monday morning.</title><content type='html'>Hello everyone, it's a lazy monday morning. I'm so bored. Bavvani is bored too. We're waiting for Jolyn to come online so we can plan our bake-out sleepover but we think Jo is asleep like an ass. So now, I'm bored of waiting. Just plain bored. I'm listening to Dima by Zaho. You don't have to understand what she's singing in order to enjoy the song.. Or so I tell myself to stop myself from running the lyrics through a translator. I'm so anal. I wish something would fall out of the sky. Like a huge cookie. Or Jay Sean. That would put me out of my boredom.&lt;br /&gt;Revethi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4161734151113342658-3048279726212694062?l=laceandleatherr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laceandleatherr.blogspot.com/feeds/3048279726212694062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4161734151113342658&amp;postID=3048279726212694062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161734151113342658/posts/default/3048279726212694062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161734151113342658/posts/default/3048279726212694062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laceandleatherr.blogspot.com/2009/08/lazy-monday-morning.html' title='lazy monday morning.'/><author><name>Revethi aka Revv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03826728198333337112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4161734151113342658.post-9108885006170083945</id><published>2009-08-30T11:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T12:02:31.339+08:00</updated><title type='text'>inconsiderate idiots.</title><content type='html'>Don't you just hate travelling in crowded MRTs and buses? Don't you hate the idiots who lean on the holding poles even more? Well, if you don't imagine this - Crowded bus, everyone's packed together like sardines and you're holding onto a pole for support -and dear life- as the bus tears the highway from Tampines to Sengkang. Somewhere, somehow a pesky, little, short, middle-aged chinese woman decides to lean on the pole you're holding onto. You are irritated as her hair annoyingly tickles your elbow and you try to avoid it by moving your hand to a sort of L position that is almost perpendicular to the ground. Uncomfortable much, well at least she's not bothering you anymore. Your hand starts to cramp up at the weird angular position it is in when the same pesky, little woman thinks it would be nice to hug the pole and lean backwards towards you. You get fucking annoyed. The lady on the other side of you sees this and lets you grab the seat handle she was holding as she sidesteps a little to hold another pole. You thank her with a meek smile and she returns the gesture. The journey continues on as the pesky, little woman pushes it even further as she leans backwards even more, so much so that her stubby little ponytail is rubbing on you shoulder. You have this strong urge to just punch the back of her head and rip that stubby little ponytail off her head, just when you reach the end of your journey, thankfully for her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds absolutely irritating doesn't it? I would love to say that it's a hypothetical situation but sadly, stupid people like that really do exist and sadly this was what happened to me yesterday night as I made my way back home from ECP. I was fuming by the time I alighted the bus. After I calmed down I wondered how some people can just be so goddamn inconsiderate. I mean, it's not wrong to try to make yourself comfortable during a fairly unconfortable and late night bus ride, but why the fuck do it at the expense of someone else's space?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving onto more pleasant matters, I've officially opened my baking blog. I gave up choosing a nice skin for it and settled with one of blogger's own. It's not too shabbby actually - many gadgets to choose from. Do check it out here - &lt;a href="http://prettybakes.blogspot.com"&gt;PrettyBakes♥&lt;/a&gt; Do let me know what you think - criticisms are more than welcome, but try to be nice lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao for now.&lt;br /&gt;Revv&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4161734151113342658-9108885006170083945?l=laceandleatherr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laceandleatherr.blogspot.com/feeds/9108885006170083945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4161734151113342658&amp;postID=9108885006170083945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161734151113342658/posts/default/9108885006170083945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161734151113342658/posts/default/9108885006170083945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laceandleatherr.blogspot.com/2009/08/inconsiderate-idiots.html' title='inconsiderate idiots.'/><author><name>Revethi aka Revv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03826728198333337112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4161734151113342658.post-1490858760232720820</id><published>2009-08-24T09:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T11:25:25.214+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss Universe 2009.</title><content type='html'>I got up at 845am to catch it! Haha. It's on teevee right now and Heidi Montagmediaslut is about to perform. I swear she is the most annoying celebrity ever. Can't wait to see how she blows the audience away. Or not. Everyone's giving her to benefit of the doubt. The competition is in the Bahamas and there was no response from the audience when they annouced her performance. As compared to the response when they announced Flo-rida's performace. Lol. Okay show's back on! Bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I'm editing the post. Just finished watching the pageant. Miss Venezuela took the crown. Two years in a row. The previous winner was Dayana Mendoza. Stunning woman. This is the new winner, &lt;h2 style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Stefania Fernandez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ybfx8uWQ-Q4/SpID8ipaI4I/AAAAAAAAAc4/Nv3zcsD7f08/s1600-h/miss+uni.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 297px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ybfx8uWQ-Q4/SpID8ipaI4I/AAAAAAAAAc4/Nv3zcsD7f08/s320/miss+uni.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373361644033942402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these pretty women. She's only 18 by the way. Okay everyone! I'm off to work. Monday blues finally kicking in. Had such a bad weekend. Byee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LoveLots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/ragini/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/ragini/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4161734151113342658-1490858760232720820?l=laceandleatherr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laceandleatherr.blogspot.com/feeds/1490858760232720820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4161734151113342658&amp;postID=1490858760232720820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161734151113342658/posts/default/1490858760232720820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161734151113342658/posts/default/1490858760232720820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laceandleatherr.blogspot.com/2009/08/miss-universe-2009.html' title='Miss Universe 2009.'/><author><name>Revethi aka Revv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03826728198333337112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ybfx8uWQ-Q4/SpID8ipaI4I/AAAAAAAAAc4/Nv3zcsD7f08/s72-c/miss+uni.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4161734151113342658.post-7086126296516343281</id><published>2009-08-17T21:50:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T23:15:06.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Revethi bitches about me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Yo niggazzzzzzzzzz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Rev here with Ragini. If you're wondering, she didn't say hello because she's busy stuffing her face with my cupcake and getting crumbs into her shirt. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So anyway it's been prettyy long since I've been online - My computer is still in a coma. So my birthday just crawled past. I had such a slow day. I woke up at 7am, saw everyone's face in the house and went back to sleep till 720 when my puppy literally started walking all over me. I just lazed around after that watching TV and resisting strong urges to bake. I met the girls in the evening to eat ice-cream. That's pretty much it. Boring eh? I celebrated with my SPCA whodis the saturday before and I have got to say, I was plesantly surprised, though I sorta ruined it for myself heh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ragini says, "I'm full and I can't wait to get my phone up and running. I'm such a phone retard."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This was typed at like 1600hrs. I just got home and realised she never published it. And she accuses me of being the sloth. Although I did say that I was a phone retard. Lol. Hey you can't blame me. The iPhone did everything for me and STILL, I sold it. Thing is, after I paid like 513.47 bucks for my bill, I felt the pinch. So I went straight to Singtel and sold the phone. I guess smart phones can wait till I'm older and have better use for it. So now I have a Nokia 5800. Old school seriously. Not a bad phone though. Looks sleek and young. I named him Tommy. Yes I named my phone and it's a boy. Haha. My mind hasn't gotten much exercise lately so it's like the least I can do actually. Both Revv and I haven't blogged for the longest time everrrr and well, nothing much has happened since we last blogged actually. Been caught up with work and all. Went to Rebel on Saturday night after the National Day dinner. We had to usher as usual. After that we settled down for dinner. Shawn's mohawk was really the highlight of the night actually. One of the Young PAP members actually brought him all the way to the front to meet the minister! So Shawn was photoged with his mohawk along with a very surprised minister. Wonder where that picture's going to appear. But I can't wait to see. Hahah! I'm pretty agitated about having to sell my BGM tickets. I have 4 people who have "Confirmed" that they want to attend but they haven't met up with me to get the tickets or anything and like Grace mentioned at the last meeting they still have the option to pull out cause they don't have it. I'm going to hunt them down. And I have 1 ticket that has no takers! Tsk. Why don't people feel enticed to come when there's a buffet and awesome music plus hot people like Shawn? Lol. So I left the dinner halfway cause I had to meet the rest at Clark Quay. They were all Bailey-ing when I arrived and I wa forced to take a glass. I don't know why but the idea of anything creamy with alcohol puts me off 101%. I just took a sip from Aish under Vinod's orders and then I stopped. We headed down to Obar only to be denied entry because Aish and Sharas were below 20. I never understood these rules. Simply because they're constantly changing. Sometimes 18 year olds are allowed. Sometimes they have to be 20 or 23. I guess it really depends on the door bitches. The last time I went the door bitch was sweet. On Saturday night the door bitch was nuetral. So maybe her actions were justified. Since we were denied entry there, we went to Rebel. It was alright. Got crowded over time and well the good music came late. Had a great time with them. Totally ♥ you guys. Actually I love all the people I know personally. I have a lot of love to give and well, I just hope not to be mistreated in return. Of course when I feel like i'm being mistreated I like to make the person's life hell. Got home at like 4am after the whole thing and my body is aching like fck. I mean seriously painful. 5 inchers and 4+ hours of dancing did not to my body any good I think. I can't walk! And I'm still tired from that night! I have 100 houses to cover over Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday. Good luck to me. I can't remember what I did yesterday. Today, I met Revethi at AMK Hub. Went to eat seaweed shaker fries at macs only to learn that Revv totally hates it -.- Brought the laptop along so that she could use it since her com's in coma. And of course, she had to help me configure my phone. Which is the same as hers. Second time we have the same phone. Haha! Anyway yeah. I didn't know how to operate it at all actually. Just getting used to the messaging. She had to TEACH me how to use the phone. I really am a gadget retard. Which is why the iPhone was so great to me. Cause it's idiot proof and iTunes does everything for me :D That said. I thought my life was overrrr when I sold the phone. Turns out the Nokia is a little more handy. More convinient as well. I couldn't forward messages, send MMS or bluetooth with the iPhone but that's all possible with the Nokia. I'm just saying all that to make myself feel better about having to sell my baby. Well, change happens. I will accept it. I will try. So after that we left to Coffee Bean[ No Starbucks! ): ] So that we could use the net and power. Got ourselves drinks. Revethi tried the Malibu dream. I just like the name. Reminds me of some, island getaway or something. We tried connecting the laptop to the power point but it didn't work. Revv being the more sensible one clearly, went to ask the Coffee bean staff if there was something wrong with the power. Turns out there was some trip so the power wasn't available. I was pretty deperate for my laptop's life so I began searching for a point. Turns out there was one right below. It was a general AMK Hub one I suppose. We were happily using it until a mean security guard came and told us we didn't ask permission and blah blah blah. He was so loud. I suppose it was to humiliate us? But it didn't work. No one looked at us and well, we didn't look at him. Just sauntered to the point and unplugged it. Must have annoyed him even more cause he started grumbling and scolding and blahblah. Seriously, who were we supposed to ask? The hub? Like how the hell do you do that? Although when I was discussing with Revv later on, it was a good thing that we removed it. What if there had been a power failure and it was all because of my laptop cable? That would have been classic. AMK Hub in darkness because two somewhat but not so typical Singaporeans decided to share power. Lol. Murale joined us after that and the two of us went for dinner while Revv headed home. So nothing much there. Damn, the days are getting pretty boring. Tuesday. I have 100 houses. I hope no one yells at me. So far my "I'm from the government and you will DEFINATELY go to jail if you touch me" identity card has been of great help. The old people get scared. The questions stop the moment I tell them I'm from the government. My temporary taste of power. Okay everyone. I'm off to bed! Long day tomorrow. I want to sleep. Like now. So,Bye!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;♥lots.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4161734151113342658-7086126296516343281?l=laceandleatherr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laceandleatherr.blogspot.com/feeds/7086126296516343281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4161734151113342658&amp;postID=7086126296516343281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161734151113342658/posts/default/7086126296516343281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161734151113342658/posts/default/7086126296516343281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laceandleatherr.blogspot.com/2009/08/revethi-bitches-about-me.html' title='Revethi bitches about me.'/><author><name>Revethi aka Revv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03826728198333337112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4161734151113342658.post-2059320415286325975</id><published>2009-08-11T02:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T02:23:32.277+08:00</updated><title type='text'>revethi turns 19!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:webdings;" &gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY REVETHI!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;I love you. That's all you need to know. Although I do think I love your cakes a little more. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;LoveLots,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Ragini.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4161734151113342658-2059320415286325975?l=laceandleatherr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laceandleatherr.blogspot.com/feeds/2059320415286325975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4161734151113342658&amp;postID=2059320415286325975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161734151113342658/posts/default/2059320415286325975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161734151113342658/posts/default/2059320415286325975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laceandleatherr.blogspot.com/2009/08/revethi-turns-19_11.html' title='revethi turns 19!'/><author><name>Revethi aka Revv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03826728198333337112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4161734151113342658.post-1706418837228575797</id><published>2009-08-11T01:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T02:22:16.654+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cheater cheater.</title><content type='html'>You know, I'm the last person who should be talking about cheating boyfriends and girlfriends. But because this happened to someon I consider as good as a sister to me, I'm going to blog about what happened to her recently. Just like what &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt; did on her blog, I'm going to give my characters code names.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;= My extrememly pretty and witty cousin sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;= Her now Ex-bf who behaved like a total male slut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;= The mark I mentioned on the blog before. The pimp in the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;= The unsuspecting victim with truckloads of guts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Friday, S spoke to me online as usual from work. So I casually asked if things were getting better  with her and Y because lately things had been pretty rough. And then she told me, that she thinks he cheated on her. She wans't sure. She was so confused. So I asked her who the girl was and she gave me A's name. Being the nosy idiot that I am, I went looking for her on FB. First thing on my mind, I admit it was "Bitch". Simply because I assumed that i knew what roughly happened. So anyway, I spoke to S again. Asked her if she wanted to meet A and clear things up. Reason being, I felt weird. Like I knew something was wrong here. Just didn't know what exactly. Besides, A looked really young and all. So S agreed to meet and clear things up. I left A a FB message as well as a message on her blog tagboard. She got back to me later at night asking if I was conspiring with Y or something. I reassured her that I was just trying to help S because I didn't want to see her suffer. I could tell that A was still a little suspicious and I don't blame her actually. With that settled, I thought everything might turn out okay at the end. At around 1230 am on Saturday morning, I got a call from A. She sounded pretty frantic and  suspected me of telling Y whatever I read on her blog. After I snaped out of my groggy state, I told her that I was most definately not the one telling  Y anything about her. I called S up and put her in a conference. That's when the drama started. S wanted to know everything and you could tell A was hesitant. As much as she wanted to tell her everything, being a girl herself, she found it pretty hard. Halfway through our conference, Y called and A secretly added him to our conference. That's when I heard him yelling. He was shouting at the tops of his lungs and he totally refused to let A say anything. She had to hang up to shut him up. They filled me in on the entire story. S actually suspected in the first place because A messaged S on FB telling her that her bf cheated on her with A. Truckloads of guts if you ask me. S being naive when it came to Y, was convinced by him that A was a jealous lying bitch who wanted to break them up badly. What S didn't know is that Y took control of her account and changed her password so that she couldn't have access to it. He even went to the extent of replying the message that A had sent S. He pretended to be S and assured A that she would " handle the matter". After A hung up on him,  S got a call from him saying that he "didn't want her anymore". Well, Fuck you Y. You had all her love and you wasted it. She has everything and you have practically nothing. With a face like that, you shouldn't be allowed to cheat. Cheating is for hot and lonely people. You're neither so screw you dude. I'm surprised that my cousin didn't cheat on you actually. Considering the number of proposals that head her way on a regular basis. On top of cheating, the fella lied. Lied in her face. And where does M come in you ask? He was the one who practically pimped the other women to Y.After a lot of tears and screaming, S started to calm down a little. The three of us were up till 430am.  I had a really big argument with M right after the conf. He was the total drama that he normally is. Pissed me off. Argued a lot. Then I went off to bed. A if you're reading this, M and I never had any kind of relationship to begin with so ask him to shut his trap. I dislike him and that's all there is to it. I don't judge so I won't say cheating is bad. If you;re planning to cheat, just make sure you don't get caught.&lt;br /&gt;LoveLots,&lt;br /&gt;Ragini(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4161734151113342658-1706418837228575797?l=laceandleatherr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laceandleatherr.blogspot.com/feeds/1706418837228575797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4161734151113342658&amp;postID=1706418837228575797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161734151113342658/posts/default/1706418837228575797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161734151113342658/posts/default/1706418837228575797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laceandleatherr.blogspot.com/2009/08/cheater-cheater.html' title='cheater cheater.'/><author><name>Revethi aka Revv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03826728198333337112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4161734151113342658.post-4104764871498319884</id><published>2009-08-05T13:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T13:38:40.768+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Get up and shake the glitter off your clothes now.</title><content type='html'>I think I need a break. And I want to go to Bangkok so badly. But I have to think about saving up for Adelaide too you see. 300+ per pax including flight fare and hotel isn't too much though.Then I have to think about the money I'm going to spend there. Which is of course, going to be a lot. Lol. I've been trying to get my CC stuff done but people keep walking in and out so I have to pretend like I'm working. When they're not looking I sneak back to my FB page and the photoediter  I have secretly installed in this computer just so that I can edit the pics to put up for BGM. Have to make everyone look funky haha. I'm still tired and my shoulders hurt. I'll be stopping work here on Friday and well, I think I'm taking tomorrow off cause I need to check out a few interviews for my next temporary job. Levi's is having some major event and they need people for ten days. Then The Arena needs people as well. I don't mind working at The Arena actually. Anyway everyone, my youth group's annual BGM is coming. It's going to be at the Arena on the 3rd of September which is a Thursday! Starts at 7pm and well it'll pretty much be all night long or however long you want it to be. Dinner will be served at 7pm and there will be one free alcoholic beverage per ticket. Free flow of soft drinks the whole night. All for like, $18. It's a themed event btw. "Monochrome", so everyone's going to be in Black, White, Silver or Grey. Interested parties please gimme a call or leave me a message at 90884140. It'll be fun and I hope to get some support from you guys cause we put i quite a bit of planning into this. Okay everyone. I'm going back to being extremely bored at my desk. Hopefully people stop walking in. I need some sleep damn it. Seeya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LoveLots,&lt;br /&gt;Ragini(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4161734151113342658-4104764871498319884?l=laceandleatherr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laceandleatherr.blogspot.com/feeds/4104764871498319884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4161734151113342658&amp;postID=4104764871498319884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161734151113342658/posts/default/4104764871498319884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161734151113342658/posts/default/4104764871498319884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laceandleatherr.blogspot.com/2009/08/get-up-and-shake-glitter-off-your.html' title='Get up and shake the glitter off your clothes now.'/><author><name>Revethi aka Revv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03826728198333337112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4161734151113342658.post-6572880129664494484</id><published>2009-08-04T22:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T23:12:35.044+08:00</updated><title type='text'>youth.</title><content type='html'>Just got back from YEC meeting. Shagged seriously. I'm in such a bad mood I don't even feel like blogging. Thought I'd feel better after going for my meeting. Ended up feeling much worse. Now I just don't feel like going for meetings or events at all. I have to go off and finish the meeting minutes which I had completely forgotten about until Vik called me and reminded me. Just sent Shan an email telling her I'll send it by tmr latest. Then there's the BGM slideshow. I just finished editing all the photos. I just want to sleep right now.&lt;br /&gt;Who am I kidding? Good night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ragini&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4161734151113342658-6572880129664494484?l=laceandleatherr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laceandleatherr.blogspot.com/feeds/6572880129664494484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4161734151113342658&amp;postID=6572880129664494484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161734151113342658/posts/default/6572880129664494484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161734151113342658/posts/default/6572880129664494484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laceandleatherr.blogspot.com/2009/08/youth.html' title='youth.'/><author><name>Revethi aka Revv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03826728198333337112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4161734151113342658.post-5458298693968958414</id><published>2009-08-04T12:10:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T13:37:37.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>men, with their heart in their balls.</title><content type='html'>I absolutely detest men. I was in a 7 year relationship with him and he STILL hasn't gotten the fact that I DON'T take Bullshit for an answer. Now he's acting like the same idiot depite being just friends. To hell with trying to work things out with you. Seriously, they make you fall head over heels for them, they break your heart because they have the power to, they make you feel like an idiot and they expect you to stand by them when they're in shit. Either that or they flirt, fondle, fuck and flee. Well screw you.&lt;br /&gt;Why am I so ticked? Because, Murale called saying he's at home. Didn't go to work. So I asked casually, you wanna come down for lunch? It'll be fun? I wasn't even DONE yet when that idiot was like " oh I have to go get my mc like now. " And I was like, Bye. WTH. Why can't you TRY. He lacks initiative. Totally lacks it. If there's one thing i hate more than lazy people, it's people who totally lack initiative. But I suppose that's the same thing right. I used to tell him that he got me expensive things when we were together just to avoid me asking for more intimate/romantic things. LAZE. Okay, here's the thing. I don't hate him. I can't. Afterall, I once thought he was my world and wanted to die when he cheated on me. I think 7 years with this fool has made him an irreplaceable part of my life in some way. I don't go looking for love or a relationship or whatever. I don't even believe in true love. I hate all the little mushy things like love notes on post it pads and smiling to myself whenever I got cheesy SMSes in the morning during lectures. I did like those little things at first. Until I got sick of it. I don't know how, I don't know why. By the way I'm not talking about my relationship with Murale. I've had relationships other than that one fyi. I don't know how I fell out of love. I don't know why. But I'm certainly happy to be out of it for now. I can do without a significant other for some time I'm sure. A certain someone asked to meet up before he becomes too caught up serving the nation. At first I thought I'd end up going anyway. But after a while I realised, I really don't feel like seeing him. You bring back way too many memories and we were once, crazy about each other. To some extent, you more than me. But crazy about each other nonetheless. The last few times we met, we ended up doing things we were not supposed to. You ended up cheating on your girlfriend and well, I was just glad to be back home at 6am on a Monday morning. I'm never the one to preach on morals but I guess what happened was wrong. And it'll happen again. Everytime you see my face. Everytime you touch my hand. Everytime you reach out to touch my face when you're driving. You're crazy and I'll always love you as that best friend I fell head over heels for. But that's it. I'm moving on with my life. I already started some time back actually. I realised I don't feel any different about the both of them. It's not that I don't have feelings. I feel happy just being with my family and my friends. I don't see why I need an extra person in my life to make it anymore special. I know for a fact, many people are in relationships because they don't want to go through the hassle of looking for a life partner later on. Then there are those who are truly in love. Whatever the case, if you're in love, I don't think it'll hurt at all. If you're in love, nothing I've said so far in this post will matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LoveLots,&lt;br /&gt;Ragini(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4161734151113342658-5458298693968958414?l=laceandleatherr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laceandleatherr.blogspot.com/feeds/5458298693968958414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4161734151113342658&amp;postID=5458298693968958414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161734151113342658/posts/default/5458298693968958414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161734151113342658/posts/default/5458298693968958414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laceandleatherr.blogspot.com/2009/08/men-with-their-heart-in-their-balls.html' title='men, with their heart in their balls.'/><author><name>Revethi aka Revv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03826728198333337112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4161734151113342658.post-4119639284577293275</id><published>2009-08-03T22:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T22:32:48.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tattoo anyone?</title><content type='html'>Vanitha knows that I've wanted a tattoo for the longest time but I'm just too chicken to get it. Why chicken? Cause I don't want people to judge me from it when I'm although. One day, I might just do it in the spur of a moment. And then of course, I will regret. I'd tattoo something significant. Like my name. Or Oscar Wilde's "I Can Resist Anything But Temptation" is some arabic font or something. But something significant. Of course my parents will kill me and all. So forget it. For now. I'm dying for my hair to grow again. it's so short i can't do a shit to it. Alright guys I just came to post two links Vanitha shared with me today. One's linked to my tattoo obsession and the other is just plain amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Bs4W9on9N98&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;http://www.elegantbay.com/main/amazingwoman.htm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good week ahead everyone. May the force be with you to survive the rest.&lt;br /&gt;LoveLots,&lt;br /&gt;Ragini(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4161734151113342658-4119639284577293275?l=laceandleatherr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laceandleatherr.blogspot.com/feeds/4119639284577293275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4161734151113342658&amp;postID=4119639284577293275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161734151113342658/posts/default/4119639284577293275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161734151113342658/posts/default/4119639284577293275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laceandleatherr.blogspot.com/2009/08/tattoo-anyone.html' title='Tattoo anyone?'/><author><name>Revethi aka Revv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03826728198333337112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4161734151113342658.post-4174697180087883026</id><published>2009-08-03T16:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T17:40:09.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bakes and cakes.</title><content type='html'>Wello everyone!&lt;br /&gt;I think it's safe to say my baking has improved. A lot. I realise now that I used to suck. My bakes used to be generally dry and crumbly with a slightly tough texture since I usually over-beat my batters and over-knead my doughs. Main reason why that happened is because I used an stand electric mixer - which means I just add the ingredients as the mixer does the rest of the work. Moreover, the beating of whatever mixture is in the bowl is hypnotic. I'm sure those of you who have used electric mixers agree with me. There's something soothing about watching the mixer beating the crap out of the batter/dough. That's all a thing of the past though because I now use an old fashioned hand whisk and/or plastic spatula. One of my friends said that she only make cakes from cake mixes because it's faster and tastes/looks better. I have to disagree. If you do agree you must be one of those who have only eaten those crap sold at most bakeries and have never eaten a decent home-baked cake. Yes, it does have a world of difference. Ok, I'm digressing. My point is that reverting back to the almost traditional ways of baking have improved my byproducts by tenfolds. Not kidding. I even got my first official order. Gin ordered 30 of my cookie-dough-in-a-perfectly-chocolate chocolate cupcakes for her niece's birthday party on the 29th. Cool much! BUT there's something wrong with the cupcakes. They come out wayyyyyy too sticky. Come to think of it, most of my cupcakes turn out slightly sticky to a certain extent ): hmph. Anyway, I've got a few personal projects lined up. Namely, C&amp;C(Cookies&amp;Cream) ice-cream cake, Rose cupcakes, Neapolitan cake, Petit Fours and snickerdoodles. The ice cream cake is for Ragini - she requested for them haha. She's going to come over to my house sometime this weekend and she's gonna finish the whole cake. Will let you guys know how that turns out. I can almost imagine it lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Revethi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4161734151113342658-4174697180087883026?l=laceandleatherr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laceandleatherr.blogspot.com/feeds/4174697180087883026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4161734151113342658&amp;postID=4174697180087883026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161734151113342658/posts/default/4174697180087883026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161734151113342658/posts/default/4174697180087883026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laceandleatherr.blogspot.com/2009/08/bakes-and-cakes_03.html' title='bakes and cakes.'/><author><name>Revethi aka Revv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03826728198333337112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4161734151113342658.post-3033830499922461497</id><published>2009-08-03T13:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T15:34:46.061+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you know you're my saving grace.</title><content type='html'>My mum just messaged me saying that she wants me to go to Adelaide. She wants me to start saving up and sell the iPhone. Of course I'm going to find some way around the selling the iPhone part. I'm way too in love with the phone. And I really think it's my line that's the problem. I think I'm going to get myself a Starhub line and put the Sintel SIM into another non-3G, non-smartphone. Like those old school ones. Then I'd have a secret hp number! Haha! First day of work without Trixie around and I'm so bored! Even FB-ing and  munching away on junk food isn't the same without that girl around. I think I'm going to embark on field work. At least work timings will be more flexible that way and I won't be so bloody bored. Murale's going to get his MacBook pro soon. Grr. I hate waiting to have things. But I wait anyway. You know earlier on I blogged about something Shobna the ex Miss Vasantham said? Well my point and support stops there. I saw her FB account a while ago and it's gotten pretty bad. She's beginning to shoot her mouth. Like I mentioned before. It's okay to complain if you're directly affected by someone's actions but false accusations and saying things that you cannot prove is just stupid. Like talking about their sexual habits. I mean, that really is not anyo- Can you believe I FELL ASLEEP at this point?! That was like at 145p!OMG. I think I seriously need sleep. Thank God the Boss didn't walk past. I think I was trying to say that people's personal choices/personal lives are none of our business. Still can't believe I fell asleep. I even had a dream that I was dating a 15Year old. 17, isn't too bad though. Sakinah would understand how I feel. I'm feeling so, damn, old right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=698598844"&gt;Vignesh Nathan&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22 July at 11:55&lt;br /&gt;hello there ! im vignesh ! and you are?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1021254410"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1021254410"&gt;Ragini Anpazhahan&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22 July at 12:15&lt;br /&gt;hello! im ragini (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=698598844"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=698598844"&gt;Vignesh Nathan&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22 July at 14:08&lt;br /&gt;i see i see. age ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1021254410"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1021254410"&gt;Ragini Anpazhahan&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22 July at 14:09&lt;br /&gt;20! yourself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=698598844"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=698598844"&gt;Vignesh Nathan&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22 July at 14:10&lt;br /&gt;haha holy cow, u dont look like it. u look younger man.im 17. jus 17.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way the fella said JUST 17. Haha. Anyway I guess younger guys are alright lah. But they have to be SUPER cute. With the spikey hair and all. Okay I shall not talk about younger men anymore. For now. There's absolutely nothing to do here today so I'm going to find myself something to do. Was supposed to meet Viknesh tonight but I'm going to visit my grandma after work and well, if I'm not tired enough, I'll go cycling with Vinod and Jo. Viknesh we'll meet tomorrow! Back to Munday.&lt;br /&gt;LoveLots,&lt;br /&gt;Ragini(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4161734151113342658-3033830499922461497?l=laceandleatherr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laceandleatherr.blogspot.com/feeds/3033830499922461497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4161734151113342658&amp;postID=3033830499922461497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161734151113342658/posts/default/3033830499922461497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161734151113342658/posts/default/3033830499922461497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laceandleatherr.blogspot.com/2009/08/you-know-youre-my-saving-grace.html' title='you know you&apos;re my saving grace.'/><author><name>Revethi aka Revv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03826728198333337112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4161734151113342658.post-5047159247287912621</id><published>2009-08-02T21:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T22:30:35.705+08:00</updated><title type='text'>joke.</title><content type='html'>I like making a joke out of people. That is until I see their reaction. To be exact, I USED to like making a joke out of people. I think I mentioned it before right, About the whole Karma thing. Was talking to Vanitha online just now about my MacBook and she told me Steven bought one on impulse recently cause it was cheap. Cheap= $1.6k Minimum! I feel terribly poor cause I intend to buy it on installment? Like for once with my own money. Dough that I worked my ass off for at Ruma's. I guess it's some sort of satisfaction. So lucky Steven already has his while I'm scrimping every penny that I have for it. Maybe when there's a little extra after paying my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;$500&lt;/span&gt; Phone bill, I'll pay it off. God there's this REALLY disturbing tamil movie on central now. The villians just tied Rajini upside down and shot his mum and raped his sister while he watched. Wtfwtf? Only sick people can come up with story lines like that. For example, Jabba. He found a way to kill people who were sickeningly in love. To lock them in a small room with nothing inside. Play a sickening love song and give them a gun each. See how long they last. Unless one dies, the other can't come out. So is love really stronger than the survival instinct? You may all say that you'd shoot each other but ultimately, until you end up in that situation you'll never know what you'll really do. After all, when it comes to picking your significant other over your family, would you? Haha. I love this kind of torture. Anyway, I'm having mental stress right now. I don't know whny I'm reconsidering Adelaide. The urge to start earning for myself is really great. The Air Force offer isn't looking too bad right now. 2K as a starting pay. Medical cover and the chance to pay for my own degree. Why not? Back to the weekdays. Good night.&lt;br /&gt;LoveLots,&lt;br /&gt;Ragini(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4161734151113342658-5047159247287912621?l=laceandleatherr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laceandleatherr.blogspot.com/feeds/5047159247287912621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4161734151113342658&amp;postID=5047159247287912621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161734151113342658/posts/default/5047159247287912621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161734151113342658/posts/default/5047159247287912621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laceandleatherr.blogspot.com/2009/08/joke.html' title='joke.'/><author><name>Revethi aka Revv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03826728198333337112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4161734151113342658.post-41587880411419580</id><published>2009-08-02T16:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T16:28:09.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whatever you like.</title><content type='html'>It's a stupid Sunday afternoon and as usual, I'm at work. I was supposed to go watch Murale perform at the Istana today but the timings were like, really in the no where zone. Either too early or too late. So yeah. I'm sorry I keep missing your performances Murale. I promise to come for every single one after the 15th August one. August always flies by. Not that January to July haven't already disappeared within the blink of an eye. But it's always August that's hard to accomodate. Like all the National day celebrations and preparations for prelims. Everything heightens in August. I suddenly remembered that I have to emcee for the National Day observance ceremony at the CC on the 8th and then there's the national day dinner barely the week after on the 15th and of course the preparations for our BGM at the Arena would have been stepped up by then. Bgm's like on the 3rd of September? Which is not so far away! And I'm still working on the slide show. I brought my laptop to work so that I could get it done here but noooo, I forgot to bring the thumbdrive with everything in it. So I am stuck here, blogging. I'm scheming to get my MacBook asap. I don't even know why I want it so badly. My Vaio is just nice. We all do unreasonable things sometimes. I feel like pulling the shutter down and getting some sleep. I've been sick the whole week and it's been so difficult to get some decent amount of sleep you know. Everyone seems to have the damn flu bug now. There's like no way to escape it since everywhere i so crowded anyway. I need some sleep. I think I'm going to get some sleep. Stupid Sunday afternoon laze. Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LoveLots,&lt;br /&gt;Ragini&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4161734151113342658-41587880411419580?l=laceandleatherr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laceandleatherr.blogspot.com/feeds/41587880411419580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4161734151113342658&amp;postID=41587880411419580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161734151113342658/posts/default/41587880411419580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161734151113342658/posts/default/41587880411419580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laceandleatherr.blogspot.com/2009/08/whatever-you-like.html' title='Whatever you like.'/><author><name>Revethi aka Revv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03826728198333337112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4161734151113342658.post-1734250076523162948</id><published>2009-07-31T19:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T20:00:39.024+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rude much?</title><content type='html'>Seriously, you totally asked for this. So if you're sitting there wondering if it's you I'm going about in this post, save it. It is you and there's no point in coming up to me on MSN and asking me if I was by any chance referring to you. I am. So Revethi just messaged me from the NUS show. Apparently this person she considered erm, a friend looked straight at her and looked away. First and foremost, congratulations she officially hates you. Secondly, seriously? Did you really think I'd keep quiet for the second time? You couldn't have sounded more rude in that text and of course, you couldn't be nice enough to acknowledge someone you considered a friend. A smile maybe? Actually I know why you're so big headed and all now. But I'm not going to give you the reason I believe in. Simply because it'll bother you for days and well I don't need that. I don't have an issue. I can't keep it in and hence the blog to release the tension. I don't feel like thrashing you leh? Cause you were a good friend and all. So I won't thrash you. I hope you feel really good inside now. Good enough to say I'm sorry I was so rude Revethi.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to take a nap!&lt;br /&gt;LoveLots,&lt;br /&gt;Ragini(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4161734151113342658-1734250076523162948?l=laceandleatherr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laceandleatherr.blogspot.com/feeds/1734250076523162948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4161734151113342658&amp;postID=1734250076523162948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161734151113342658/posts/default/1734250076523162948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161734151113342658/posts/default/1734250076523162948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laceandleatherr.blogspot.com/2009/07/rude-much.html' title='rude much?'/><author><name>Revethi aka Revv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03826728198333337112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4161734151113342658.post-5707528105476679106</id><published>2009-07-31T10:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T10:37:52.892+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the saviour with the wand.</title><content type='html'>This morning, Aishu woke up laughing. This is her reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dreamt that all the MRT lines in Singapore were working and somehow Theviya could take a train ride to sg to come see us. Like 1 hour train ride. So Ragini, Sangeetha and I all decided to meet at joo seng (thats now the prime interchange between sg and austrailia). Together with Theviya. The boys were like in india for army wtf right? Then theviya suggested we go visit the cemetery. Because Theviya's and Sangeetha's friend from bendemeer sec died. Then me and Ragini were complaining because we had our periods and its not good to visit the cemetery. We saw mary kate and ashkey's tombs. After that,  we went like deep inside the cemetery, forest. So after that , Theviya whipped up like a picnic set up from her bag. then we sat down infront of that tomb (your friend who died) and we ate. Then theviya dared Sangeetha and Ragini to like run up this old house and knock the door and run back. They left, and never came back, then Theviya stood up and laughed maniacally,and I got freaked out. I started running for my life. Then I saw you guys covered in blood asking me to hurry and that theviya was trying to kill us. I was trying to cross the road and theviya was like running after me. Then she got hit by a 153 bus that PRASAD was driving! But then she woke up, and there were like thousands of Theviyas surrounding us! Just when we thought we were all gonna die, SANGEETHA whipped out her wand and shouted RIDIKKULUS! (the harry potter jinx to get rid of boggarts(your worst fear) and all the Theviyas disappeared!&lt;br /&gt;And then i woke up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geetha our saviour. Haha! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4161734151113342658-5707528105476679106?l=laceandleatherr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laceandleatherr.blogspot.com/feeds/5707528105476679106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4161734151113342658&amp;postID=5707528105476679106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161734151113342658/posts/default/5707528105476679106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161734151113342658/posts/default/5707528105476679106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laceandleatherr.blogspot.com/2009/07/saviour-with-wand.html' title='the saviour with the wand.'/><author><name>Revethi aka Revv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03826728198333337112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4161734151113342658.post-4458323269814792187</id><published>2009-07-31T09:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T10:15:28.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>passport!</title><content type='html'>I'm having a mild fever and a stupid cold but I'm at work as usual! Haha. I just keep telling myself that 3days worth of pay= killer Aldos. Or 5 days worth of pay= happy parents. After all, I'm working 7 days a week to help ease their burden. They've been paying for me for 20years! It's about time I repay them. So, every pay that I get, I give them half. They help me settle my phone bills and all. Learning Reponsibility slowly. So anyway, I think I'll be travelling quite a bit in August, September and October. August, if all goes well, will be Revethi and Ragini's long overdue 3D2N Bangkok trip! We just worked out flightfare plus accomodation yesterday. We intend to go and come back within 3 days so that I can get back to work and if she's already schooling by then, nothing will be interrupted. Then there's the Beijing trip. Murale wants to take me along with him to Beijing for some pop star's performance. Since he's playing, everything from his hotel to his food is provided. And it's only for 4 days. He's already spoken to my Mum. I just need to pay my flightfare. Then, there's the Brisbane/Adelaide/ Melbourne trip with my aunt. Brisbane cause my cousin is studying there so we're going to visit him first. Then we'll be going to Adelaide to look for my accomodation and other stuff and finally boring Melbourne cause everyone is pressuring me to accept the course I got offerred at Monash. People, have you seen that place? It's boring! The damn prospectus made me bored! I'm just going to satisfy everyone. Not like I'll seriously consider Monash when I can go to somewhere as beautiful as Adelaide. (:&lt;br /&gt;But first, I need to change my passport. The person in the passport picture has no resemblence to me whatsoever. Wth right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, It's Sharanya's Birthday today so,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Happy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Sweet&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Sixteen&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I Hope everything goes as planned&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;for you this year. Study smart for your&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;O levels and everything will work out for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;you in the end. Have a great year ahead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;LoveLots,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ragini(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4161734151113342658-4458323269814792187?l=laceandleatherr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laceandleatherr.blogspot.com/feeds/4458323269814792187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4161734151113342658&amp;postID=4458323269814792187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161734151113342658/posts/default/4458323269814792187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161734151113342658/posts/default/4458323269814792187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laceandleatherr.blogspot.com/2009/07/passport.html' title='passport!'/><author><name>Revethi aka Revv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03826728198333337112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4161734151113342658.post-548141928193486603</id><published>2009-07-29T11:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T12:27:20.329+08:00</updated><title type='text'>small things that amuse.</title><content type='html'>I'm very amused at the moment. Over a few things. Haha. Can't blog about it just yet. I have to do my reasons for amusement some justice. Today is Wednesday. That means 2+ more days to the weekend! Actually, I don't know why I look forward to the weekends. I'm going to work anyway. Murale was talking to tme last night about how he has faith me and all. He says that if i prove myself to my family, he's going to get me my Neverfull Roses as a present. I practically died from pleasant shock. I'm sure that's possible. But then again, I wouldn't accept it. He's a friend now and well, friends don't normally buy friends 2000 dollar bags as gifts do they? Besides, I don't want to feel like I'm obliged to go back to that relationship. If it happens again, I want it to happen out of my own free will. So I'll save for my Neverfull Roses thank you. So anyway, I've been blog hopping quite a bit lately. Damn doesn't anyone ever NOT revel in their supposed greatness or wallow in self pity anymore? It's getting really boring but impossible to stop reading. Impossible to stop reading because it's only human nature to be curious about the lives of fellow human beings. To read someone talking about how great life is going to be etc or how sad it had become etc. Bloggers are so diverse! There are the peacocks. They feel a sense of &lt;em&gt;extreme&lt;/em&gt; pride that they have made it to where they are and they're therefore, allowed to flaunt what they have. Then there are those who get emotional about everything. They talk about their broken/bleeding hearts and put up all kinds of cheesy/dark poems that make you wonder if they're truely suicidal or plain weird. Then there are of course, those who blog in polititcally correct terms. Their blogs have a serious ring to it and you often feel enlightened after reading what they have posted. And of course, there are bloggers like most of our friends and us, who blog about anything, everything and nothing at the same time. Take a leaf out of our book. It might make you look a little bit more appealing.&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday is the short day! I need to rush home and settle my Singtel line switch as well and the MacBook issues. I might be getting my MacBook after all. Not that my Vaio hasn't served me well, but my sister and I will probably be going to uni at the same time so it's just a thought since I got a good deal. Fingers crossed.  I'm having pasta for lunch. I made it myself at 5am. Since I made it myself at such an ungodly hour, I will eat it regardless of how good(highly unlikely) or how bad(very likely) it tastes. I will refrain from going down to grab a subway 6inch Classic Tuna with my iced barley and white chip macadameia cookies. This is an attempt to make me eat other things. For the last er, 2weeks or so, I've neem subbing everyday! ):&lt;br /&gt;Okay everyone, I'm going of for my lunch now. I'm lightheaded after thinking about my pretty uni-to-be campus in Adelaide. Lucky Shivani. And I'm still amused. You shouldn't have behaved in such a derogatory way because now it's in your face. Are you embarrassed you cow? I truly hope you are. Good bye everyone!&lt;br /&gt;LoveLots,&lt;br /&gt;Ragini(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4161734151113342658-548141928193486603?l=laceandleatherr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laceandleatherr.blogspot.com/feeds/548141928193486603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4161734151113342658&amp;postID=548141928193486603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161734151113342658/posts/default/548141928193486603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161734151113342658/posts/default/548141928193486603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laceandleatherr.blogspot.com/2009/07/small-things-that-amuse.html' title='small things that amuse.'/><author><name>Revethi aka Revv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03826728198333337112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4161734151113342658.post-5673902426876796337</id><published>2009-07-29T11:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T11:25:02.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4161734151113342658-5673902426876796337?l=laceandleatherr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laceandleatherr.blogspot.com/feeds/5673902426876796337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4161734151113342658&amp;postID=5673902426876796337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161734151113342658/posts/default/5673902426876796337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161734151113342658/posts/default/5673902426876796337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laceandleatherr.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Revethi aka Revv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03826728198333337112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4161734151113342658.post-5143935502822507266</id><published>2009-07-28T17:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T18:36:34.091+08:00</updated><title type='text'>no, I wasn't hit by a bus...</title><content type='html'>I believe it's high time I post something on here. So here I am.. Hello. &lt;br /&gt;How're you doing? &lt;br /&gt;I'm fine thanks! Hows you? &lt;br /&gt;I'm great!&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;-Cue the awkward silence-&lt;br /&gt;Ok I know you have no idea what that was. No worries, I don't either.. BUT, don't you guys hate it when conversations like that occur? If someone has to say "How are you doing?", or something along that line, he/she probably isn't a very significant part of your life. It's such a formal phrase. &lt;br /&gt;So, anyway, school's been delayed till end August. I don't know if I should feel happy that I've got a longer break or sad because I've just missed school that much. For those who scoffed at that, just so you know, I have missed school. I miss having to hate to wake up early for lessons. I miss listening to annoying lecturers. I miss doing work. I miss having homework. I mean, it's great sleeping and waking up as and when I wish with no ultimate purpose/goal for the day but I've been doing that for about 8 months now and well, I'm totally sick of it. Just thinking of the fact that I'm gonna have to laze around for another month literally makes me feel sick. &lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking about my mom lately. I've been seeing/hearing a lot of stuff from a lot of people about their moms, from FB status messages to everyday conversations. When the staff at SPCA innocently ask what curry my mom had made that day, it hurts. When friends tell me their mom had done something special for their birthdays, it hurts. When friends complain to me about their moms bugging them to do housework/chores, it hurts. I don't know why. I don't want to feel this way. It's embarrassing that I get affected by small things like these but everytime I hear stuff like that, my mind and body would suddenly feel heavy. It would feel like someone had stuck a skewer right through my chest and messed up my insides. It's sick. I'm not complaining here and I'm not blaming anyone else but myself for feeling this way. You would think I'm over all that shit, well, I thought I was too - I guess not. I tried and I try but I can't help but miss her. I can't help but wonder what life would be like if she was around. Sometimes I would pretend she's around, like she's just in the next room just so I wouldn't feel as bad. Reality always sinks in too soon though. &lt;br /&gt;Ok apart from that I haven't been going to SPCA nowadays as often as I would like to. I'm going down tomorrow and I'm staying for the whole 6 hours. I've missed my babies. &lt;br /&gt;OH! My cookies and cream cupcakes were a huge hit! Loges sounded orgasmic as she ate it. Gin was cute about it as always. Bav looked intoxicated after eating it. Jo loved it - and that's saying something! V came back for another one. I ate 3 myself. Oops. Hem hem. Recipe's definitely a keeper. I owe Izzy cupcakes. Been wondering if I should just bake these again since she didn't get to eat it or try a different recipe. I was thinking of strawberry cupcakes. Not the ones I used to make -the one that Ragini loves- but a different one. My current recipe tends to make cupcakes that are not as strawberry-ish as I would like them to be and they sorta get a sticky top. Lots of thinking to do. If you guys are wondering why I keep referring to the recipes as mine - it's because they are. I never use recipes as is. I like to experiment and tweak them just to see what I'll get.&lt;br /&gt;Alrights, that's all babes and hunks! Till next time, Dance Baila-la-la-lo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, Revethi :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4161734151113342658-5143935502822507266?l=laceandleatherr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laceandleatherr.blogspot.com/feeds/5143935502822507266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4161734151113342658&amp;postID=5143935502822507266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161734151113342658/posts/default/5143935502822507266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161734151113342658/posts/default/5143935502822507266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laceandleatherr.blogspot.com/2009/07/no-i-wasnt-hit-by-bus.html' title='no, I wasn&apos;t hit by a bus...'/><author><name>Revethi aka Revv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03826728198333337112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4161734151113342658.post-3895332859920460203</id><published>2009-07-28T13:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T14:58:12.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little India Vs india</title><content type='html'>I'm blogging from work. Yes, I decided it wasn't worth it losing one day's worth of pay just bacause I was down with something. Not that I'm being irresponsible cause I'm wearing a mask. I'm At work but I'm browsing through the Louis Vuitton Stephen Sprouse collection. I'm going to be paid a little more this month so i figured, Why not? It's better than getting one of those fake ones. I don't know about you guys but fake always makes me feel uncomfortable and guilty. Haha. I'm digressing again. I came to blog about something that i read about in the newpaper. Ex Miss Vasantham and local artiste, Ms Shobna Sukumar recently posted on her Facebook page that Indian expats are "arrogant" towards Singaporean indians. They also say that Singapore is nothing and that they're here because they are needed here. I can't say that these expats are entirely wrong actually. I mean, their skills are valued greatly by our own government. Maybe that's why they feel entitled to say such things. Maybe, it's also because they feel that our country respects their skills more than our homegrown ones. The issue of the Singaporean Indian vs Indian Expat has been a long standing one that has seemed to create a lot of tension within the community. The expats accuse Singaporeans of being unwelcoming and the locals accuse the expats of being stuckup and it goes on. Honestly, being a Singaporean Indian myself, I agree to what Shobna said. It's true that they're stuck up. They're difficult to get along with simply because they don't have the same attitude towards us as we have towards them. I can safely say that we(sg indians) are not unreasonable to the extent of hating people for no apparent reason. I live in a HDB estate in a pretty prime area and lately, quite a lot of Indian nationals have been moving in to the estate. Before about 3 expat families moved in, my family used to be the only Indian one in the block. We get along well with everyone in the block. When the first expat indian family moved in, we were pretty neutral about it. Afterall, we thought it'd be nice to have some indians to mingle with. Right? Wrong. They barely smiled when we smiled at them and at some occasions, refused to take the same lift. Like Wtf is your problem? You come to our country and you treat us like crap? They treat the other races the same way too! I'm at a point where i don't bother holding the lift for them anymore. Simply because they're not a pleasure to be with. They keep complaining that we don't take the effort to get to know them etc. Being the foreigners who have come to our country to work, they should in fact be the ones taking the effort to make friends. Isn't that the natural thing to do? Singaporeans are generally easy going and it's not like we won't smile back if you smile at us. I'm not saying that the Indian expats aren't taking the effort. Frankly, I've never seen them take the effort. I work in an organisation that hires these expats for IT related work. There's a whole room full of them on my floor. My first day here, I held the lift for one of the expat guys who was running to catch it. When he entered the lift, I smiled at him and asked him which floor he wanted to go to. In return, that arrogant idiot totally ignored me and pressed 1(which I had already pressed) and stared at the ceiling. Like, what the fuck happened to your manners man? Saying THANK YOU shouldn't be too hard for some chim system analyst whatever whatever right? Now you guys see where Shobna was coming from? And to the idiot who wrote in to The Newpaper to condemn her views, why don't you myob? Why do you have to write in to the new paper to make it an issue? At least over FB, the matter would have been a passing cloud. Now that it's out on TNP, the matter's probably going to become worse. You just attempted to ruin one woman's career and reputation over her personal view. Maybe you already did. This "singaporean indian" woman wrote to TNP expressing her concerns over what Shobna had said on her FB page. She's married to an Indian expat(expected) and she brings in students from India to study in Singapore. This woman, is clearly just trying to salvage her business. Quote this fool, " I'm so embarrassed..because people might think that we(Singaporeans) all think like her." So suddenly this patriotic Singaporean is speaking for all of us? I'd just like to correct her. Not all of us agree with you woman. At least I don't. And since I don't, it doesn't make it all anymore. You may think what I'm saying is insignificant but really, you have no idea how everyone else feels about this issue so you should stop "speaking up" for us collectively. We have our own voices and the fact that I've typed all this in a place people can see it already shows that some of us are more than willing to share our views. I do disagree with Shobna on some points like the sexual promiscuity part and all. Those issues are not for us to talk about because it's their personal choice. It's general respect for a person to stay out of their private lives. But then again, it's her personal view. There's no racist attack here either. Both parties are Indians. So what's this stupid woman all riled up about? Take your rant elsewhere seriously. You calling up TNP and complaining to them about Shobna's FB page and all was just plain stupid. I'm going to end off this post with one thing. I'm not saying that these Indian expats are not welcome by the Singaporean Indian community. I'm just saying that they'd be more welcome if they took the effort to be friendly and outgoing.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry it's such a long post. The newspaper article really fired me up.&lt;br /&gt;LoveLots,&lt;br /&gt;Ragini(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4161734151113342658-3895332859920460203?l=laceandleatherr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laceandleatherr.blogspot.com/feeds/3895332859920460203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4161734151113342658&amp;postID=3895332859920460203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161734151113342658/posts/default/3895332859920460203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161734151113342658/posts/default/3895332859920460203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laceandleatherr.blogspot.com/2009/07/little-india-vs-india.html' title='Little India Vs india'/><author><name>Revethi aka Revv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03826728198333337112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4161734151113342658.post-9107274025997072622</id><published>2009-07-27T20:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T21:25:55.007+08:00</updated><title type='text'>39degrees isn't that bad.</title><content type='html'>Hey people. I'm Sick. Like really sick. So sick I can't go to work tomorrow(I lose 50bucks!). I'm frustrated with the stupid mask on. And I have YET to see a doctor. Maybe tomorrow morning. But then again, if I feel alright, I'll probably just go back to work. So anyway, Mark messaged saying he's going to take me to TTSH but seriously dude, I can handle myself. My parents can take me too. It's not that I don't want to be friends with this guy. He's nice and all, but he's just not my type. I can't see myself having fun around him. Yeah sure the kind that can sit and talk and talk and talk but not go out and run around and do crazy things. My idea of a perfect date isn't at a fancy restaurant eating food that is clearly not worth the price tag. More like hanging out late eating and laughing heartily at some park or beach. Or maybe a night out cycling or hanging out at the airport. Whether it's with your girlfriends of boyfriend/s, activities like these are better for bonding. Mark's the kind that likes to revel in romance. And well, that may seem like a good thing to some girls but to me it's just annoying. So other than that, what's up? Oh, Murale's going to China for a performance from the 10th to the 15th of August. Lucky cow. I'm really not thinking straight right now. My head hurts so bad. Aishu's still as sick. Hope you get better soon too love. Oh and I got a call from the Air Force for a medical appointment and interview. Don't think my mum will allow that. Anyway, I'm going to go back to dying. Good night guys.&lt;br /&gt;LoveLots,&lt;br /&gt;Ragini ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4161734151113342658-9107274025997072622?l=laceandleatherr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laceandleatherr.blogspot.com/feeds/9107274025997072622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4161734151113342658&amp;postID=9107274025997072622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161734151113342658/posts/default/9107274025997072622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161734151113342658/posts/default/9107274025997072622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laceandleatherr.blogspot.com/2009/07/39degrees-isnt-that-bad.html' title='39degrees isn&apos;t that bad.'/><author><name>Revethi aka Revv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03826728198333337112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4161734151113342658.post-5911091456414035080</id><published>2009-07-24T13:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T13:49:28.771+08:00</updated><title type='text'>civil.</title><content type='html'>To add on to my last post, if you two decide to retaliate further, I'm not going to be so nice anymore. You're probably going to say that you're coming down to break my face. All I'm going to say is, Try it.&lt;br /&gt;Ragini(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4161734151113342658-5911091456414035080?l=laceandleatherr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laceandleatherr.blogspot.com/feeds/5911091456414035080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4161734151113342658&amp;postID=5911091456414035080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161734151113342658/posts/default/5911091456414035080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161734151113342658/posts/default/5911091456414035080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laceandleatherr.blogspot.com/2009/07/civil.html' title='civil.'/><author><name>Revethi aka Revv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03826728198333337112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4161734151113342658.post-3214452199846460748</id><published>2009-07-24T11:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T12:30:56.221+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Simple is always sexy.</title><content type='html'>Heard that before? Well, it's just a way of saying you don't have to look trashy to look sexy. Don't need a huge ass or super big boobs. That's just porn not sexy. I guess sexy's just an inside thing? If you have charisma sexy comes naturally doesn't it? If you can dress well, sexy is instantaneous is it now?&lt;br /&gt;Lately, very immature people have taken to calling me names because I'm skinny and well, I have a surgically enhanced face. In a way, yes I've gone for plastic surgery at my own will. But what you didn't get is that orthodontic surgery is a compulsory surgery to treat a medical condition associated with disjointed upper and lower mandibles. Oops. Was that too hard for you to comprehand? Let me make it slightly simpler so that you don't have to tire your miniscule brain. My jaws were not sitting well on top of each other and it hindered my eating and speech. As it got worse, surgery became the only option. So they cut up my jaw and repostioned it so that it can grow back in a more normal position. So along the way, my face changed a little. There is absolutely no reason for you to call me fake Vikie, simply because it is none of your concern what i did to my face. Fake or not, I'm happy with it and so is everyone else around me. Everyone I consider significant. Yes I'm skinny. But so is half the world. Why don't you go pick on someone your own size? Someone who cares maybe? It's not my personal choice to be skinny. I'm thin by nature. I eat a lot, and I'm atheletic(Of course you know that, I was a runner and a Cheerleader in St Marg's. If you can recall you were invisible) so I have reasons for my frame. I'm not going to pass comments about you. You are, who you are. You know it. It doesn't matter to me how you look or how crude you are. However, it does bother me that you take so much care and interest in insulting me when I have done nothing to you. Guys, you've been reading everyday and I'm sure you agree that I've become a more patient person along the way. I'm not as vicious as I used to be simply because I'm not in that kind of environment anymore. I'm happy to be nice actually. And I'm grateful that I am so patient at this point in time because if I wasn't, you'd be paying for your crudeness. I mean, which girl tells her supposedly 'good friend' she'll come down to her school and break her face? I'm sorry you matured in the wrong direction but still, that's not the way to treat a person let alone a friend? And what's with trying to get Aishu to hate me etc? You know, if you're jealous of the relationship we girls have, go out and get yourself some girlfriends. Maybe if you behave more humanely/ladylike, you might find a girlfriend or two. For the record, I don't have to bitch about Aishu because she's never done anything to me. She's been a friend and honestly she's so fun to be around. Why would I do something to ruin the relationship there? And Prasad, what did I ever do to you man? Seriously. Why the need to lie to your own sister that I was being friends with her for the sake of it. Maybe you don't have a mind of your own but I do. I don't need to be friends with anyone for the sake of it. Since when did I talk to you about her? Hell, I don't even talk to you! I can't believe I was so oblivious to this couple's FB posts. I mean, not that i was oblivious but I just hadn't visited their pages. So when I finally did look, I see things like Ikan Bilis, Fake face and bitch. Seriously, I'm skinny, I went for plastic surgery and I have braces. Does that irritate you? Is it a matter of life and death, the way I look? And do you really think people with braces have a "cannot make it" face? I know lotsa pretty girls with braces. Tia, Shu Ying, Adz etc. Truth be told, people who have braces have more personality than most others. And what, skinny people aren't hot enough? Hell, all your supermodels are skinny. All your pageant winners are skinny. There's this saying, Only ugly people will tell you that looks don't matter. Interpret that yourself since you're from the prestigious University of Melbourne. It doesn't matter whether i believe you(which I totally don't) or not. I don't care about you. You're not my friend, you're not an enemy. You're simply nothing. Is that why you hate me? Because you're nothing to me? That's not a reason to hate someone. That's a reason to mind your own business. So to Vikie and Prasad, all I did in retaliation was to delete you off my friends list and politely ask you to leave me alone on my own blog. If you find this, congrats on getting so far without breaking your computers. I hope this incident doesn't change anything between Theviya, Vinod, Jo, Sangeetha and most definately, Aishu. I wrote an entire post without vulgarities. Now that's a change.&lt;br /&gt;Back To Work!&lt;br /&gt;LoveLots,&lt;br /&gt;Ragini(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4161734151113342658-3214452199846460748?l=laceandleatherr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laceandleatherr.blogspot.com/feeds/3214452199846460748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4161734151113342658&amp;postID=3214452199846460748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161734151113342658/posts/default/3214452199846460748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161734151113342658/posts/default/3214452199846460748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laceandleatherr.blogspot.com/2009/07/simple-is-always-sexy.html' title='Simple is always sexy.'/><author><name>Revethi aka Revv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03826728198333337112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4161734151113342658.post-594931387764706045</id><published>2009-07-22T12:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T13:23:03.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>know thyself.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I don't really like these quizzes much but this one used very interesting questions to determine the results. You peeps should try it too! By the way, to those who pretend like you totally hate our blog and that I'm a stupid showoff bitch blablahblah, don't pretend like you don't want to do it. I just love mocking you people. Because you get SO tempted to do some of the things i mention but you TRY and control yourself because you're convinced I'm some sort of SLUT and you HAVE to maintain your unreasonable hatred towards me. Haha. I can be who I want to be. Slut or not. Now back to the results!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your view on yourself:&lt;/strong&gt;You are down-to-earth and people like you because you are so straightforward. You are an efficient problem solver because you will listen to both sides of an argument before making a decision that usually appeals to both parties. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The type of girlfriend/boyfriend you are looking for:&lt;/strong&gt;You are not looking merely for a girl/boyfriend - you are looking for your life partner. Perhaps you should be more open-minded about who you spend time with. The person you are looking for might hide their charm under their exterior. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your readiness to commit to a relationship:&lt;/strong&gt;You are ready to commit as soon as you meet the right person. And you believe you will pretty much know as soon as you might that person. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The seriousness of your love:&lt;/strong&gt;You like to flirt and behave seductively. The opposite sex finds this very attractive, and that's why you'll always have admirers hanging off your arms. But how serious are you about choosing someone to be in a relationship with? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your views on education:&lt;/strong&gt; Education is very important in life. You want to study hard and learn as much as you can. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The right job for you:&lt;/strong&gt;You're a practical person and will choose a secure job with a steady income. Knowing what you like to do is important. Find a regular job doing just that and you'll be set for life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How do you view success:&lt;/strong&gt;You are confident that you will be successful in your chosen career and nothing will stop you from trying. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What are you most afraid of:&lt;/strong&gt;You are afraid of things that you cannot control. Sometimes you show your anger to cover up how you feel. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who is your true self:&lt;/strong&gt;You are mature, reasonable, honest and give good advice. People ask for your comments on all sorts of different issues. Sometimes you might find yourself in a dilemma when trapped with a problem, which your heart rather than your head needs to solve. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part Duex&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the analysis:&lt;br /&gt;You've got great self-confidence and you're full of charm. Most guys who get to know you will be attracted to you. You are far from sweet and proper; your intriguing personality fascinates them. Most guys find it easy to fall for a girl like you.&lt;br /&gt;You really care about other people's feelings and are quite serious about the issues that affect your life. You are sincere, and your concern for the well-being of others makes many people want to be your friend.&lt;br /&gt;You are a bright, cheerful and bubbly person. You are thoughtful and considerate, and like to have fun. Everybody feels comfortable around you because of your pleasant nature. When you walk into a room, people's eyes are likely to be drawn to you because of your charm.&lt;br /&gt;Your peers think of you as a fun person, but sometimes you can be a little irresponsible. You can be somewhat childish, and can try to ignore the fact that you will one day need to really grow up and be a mature adult! Perhaps you could start reading good books; they might help you look at the world in a different light. You do want to be taken seriously, right?&lt;br /&gt;Your boyfriend believes that you are a strong and independent person. Your confidence and cheerfulness make you an attractive person to be around, but sometimes you need to pay more attention to what other people, including your boyfriend, are thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think those who know me absolutely agree with it. Comment people! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, go ahead and try it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizbox.com/personality/test82.aspx"&gt;http://www.quizbox.com/personality/test82.aspx&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LoveLots,&lt;br /&gt;Ragini(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4161734151113342658-594931387764706045?l=laceandleatherr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laceandleatherr.blogspot.com/feeds/594931387764706045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4161734151113342658&amp;postID=594931387764706045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161734151113342658/posts/default/594931387764706045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161734151113342658/posts/default/594931387764706045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laceandleatherr.blogspot.com/2009/07/know-thyself.html' title='know thyself.'/><author><name>Revethi aka Revv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03826728198333337112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4161734151113342658.post-5340612104550948340</id><published>2009-07-19T22:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T23:01:40.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy birthday vanitha!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; Dear Vanitha.&lt;br /&gt;Happy Happy Birthday love! You deserve a post for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;Hope your 19th year goes as planned!&lt;br /&gt;The secret of staying young is to live honestly, eat slowly, and lie about your age.&lt;br /&gt;LoveLots,&lt;br /&gt;Ragini(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4161734151113342658-5340612104550948340?l=laceandleatherr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laceandleatherr.blogspot.com/feeds/5340612104550948340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4161734151113342658&amp;postID=5340612104550948340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161734151113342658/posts/default/5340612104550948340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161734151113342658/posts/default/5340612104550948340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laceandleatherr.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy-birthday-vanitha.html' title='happy birthday vanitha!'/><author><name>Revethi aka Revv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03826728198333337112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4161734151113342658.post-1339046650551091930</id><published>2009-07-19T18:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T22:23:29.909+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturdays ♥</title><content type='html'>Hello you guys. I've had SUCH a long week. Started my new job and I've been working every single day since the start of it. Mainly because Ruma needs me very badly and all. So yeah. Anyway my new job's been O.K I guess. A lot of time to FB and MSN and all. Haha. Other than that nothing much. Went out with Aishu, Vinod and Sangeetha on Friday for yoghurt and donuts. I swear J.Co's yoghurt is orgasmic. Haha. It's that good! I eat it once in like two months just so that it'll taste just as good every time. Guess I'm just paranoid that I might get sick of it. That'll suck. So anyway, we got our donut, Burger King and Chippy's and headed down to Tekka so that Vinod could pick us up. He drove us to Macritchie and we had a little picnic by the water. It was fun. The usual eating, chatting and camwhoring. Vinod was playing the guitar so we had like serenading background effects and all. Haha! So yeap that was my very neutral Friday. Somehow I was really tired the next morning Thulasi came over to my place. We caught up on stuff while i got ready and we headed out on foot to The Cathay to collect my HP tickets. Went there and realised that I had brought 2 out of the 3 credit cards that I had used to purchase the tickets. So either ways someone else had to go again before the movie and collect the last pair of tickets with the other card. After I took Thulasi for a little tour around the Art district near bugis and we went to the Sculpture Square to look around and then Camwhore. Saw an exhibition called "Island Dreaming". The photog actually took pictures of things certain Singaporeans shouldn't be doing like for example a SIA girl in a provocative position etc. Pretty cool. Some of the stuff was pretty freaky. Got hungry half way and went to macs to grab something to eat and then she had to leave to meet Satesh and I had to go off to work. I'm actually blogging from the bus right now. Lol. My laptop is vibrating like nobody's business. Where was I?&lt;br /&gt;Harry Potter was just crap. I mean yeah it was good watcing a potter movie after like 2 years? And it was an alright movie on it's own. But honestly, I don't kow how those who didnt read the book would have actually understood anythig that was going on. It was like they cut out the most significant pieces and put it all together. It was reasonably funny movie. Too dark for kids maybe. Lol. Anyway it deserved the 3/5 star rating that it recieved. So other than thattttttt, I can't remember much for Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;I hate Sundays, unless of course there's YEC meeting! We met up to discuss the BGM and all. Went pretty well if you ask me. I have to arrange some food for the 8 kids performing on the 26th July for the CLAP! program. Was thinking of getting them each like three mini buns and a Milo or milk. We were goofing around as usual but still got stuff done. Lotsa things coming up as well. So other than that, that's all i have to say. I think I have more, but I'm saving the best for last. Have a good week ahead you guys. Night(:&lt;br /&gt;LoveLots,&lt;br /&gt;Ragini(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4161734151113342658-1339046650551091930?l=laceandleatherr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laceandleatherr.blogspot.com/feeds/1339046650551091930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4161734151113342658&amp;postID=1339046650551091930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161734151113342658/posts/default/1339046650551091930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161734151113342658/posts/default/1339046650551091930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laceandleatherr.blogspot.com/2009/07/saturdays.html' title='Saturdays ♥'/><author><name>Revethi aka Revv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03826728198333337112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4161734151113342658.post-8801042296583170378</id><published>2009-07-17T01:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T01:53:21.329+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tickets for sale!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have 2 Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince tickets for sale! This Saturday night at 9.30pm at The Cathay at 2 Handy road. Couple seats in row R and I'm selling the pair for $22 bucks because i paid much much more including advance booking fees. If anyone's interested, leave a note with your number on the tagboard or contact me at 9884140! By the way, the tickets for this screening are &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;already&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;SOLD OUT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4161734151113342658-8801042296583170378?l=laceandleatherr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laceandleatherr.blogspot.com/feeds/8801042296583170378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4161734151113342658&amp;postID=8801042296583170378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161734151113342658/posts/default/8801042296583170378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161734151113342658/posts/default/8801042296583170378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laceandleatherr.blogspot.com/2009/07/tickets-for-sale.html' title='Tickets for sale!'/><author><name>Revethi aka Revv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03826728198333337112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4161734151113342658.post-733303800964908440</id><published>2009-07-17T00:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T01:47:19.681+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How to lose a guy in 10 days.</title><content type='html'>I've got an unsuspecting victim. He's so arrogant that he makes Draco Malfoy seem like Bubbles. Made sense? SORRY LAH, I'm in the HP HBP mood. Was supposed to go watch the movie tonight but we all decided against it because it was a weekday. So when we booked the seats last&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, we book it for this Saturday at 930pm AND in digital! Totally effing awesome seats! Whole family plus Vengad and Murale going for it! If you guys have never watched a movie at the Grand Cathay, you're seriously deprieved. Don't even think about calling yourself a movie/music buff. It's the only cinema in SE Asia to have the THX Surround sound. This is the reason why it's worth the wait. I can't describe the experience, you'll have to experience it yourself. So all those " I watched HP on the opening day" people, please stop doing that. Great you watched it first! You get a blue ribbon. Done. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;So wait, I was saying something about Mr Imsogreat? We'll just call him that from now onwards okay? So this guy thinks he's all that. I really don't think he's anything at all actually. Normally mysterious guys catch my attention. Well, any girl's actually. This guy can be charming if he wants to be but sadly, he chooses to be an insensitive, blatant jerk. I don't mean to play around with him, but the How to lose a guy in 10 days thing is so tempting! Someone planned this out with me once. She told me it'll be a fabulous experiment to conduct. To see hw much a guy would tolerate before he decides it's simply too much to handle on his part. Today's already Day 1 by the way. He survived today! Which means i lose points! ): So maybe Day 1 should start tomorrow. Supposed to go for donuts with Sangeetha and Aishu tomorrow. This is despite the fact that i absolutely HATE donuts. I hate donuts because i ate SO much at one point in time that i got sick of em. So anyways, I'm just going to get myself a cup of yoghurt(No diet people, I just love their yoghurt). Oh by the way i heard a crazy rumour that I stay thin by drinking Evian water. Like living on it. PEOPLE, PLEASE. I eat twice as much as most people and I'm ALWAYS munching on something. I just happen to have a very high metabolic rate so it's not my freaking fault okay. Stop spreading such ridiculous rumours. I totally love Evian yes. I don't drink any other water when i go out because my dad only let us drink Evian. It's been like that since we were kids. That's all. Sheesh, I hate speculation. Especially those that make it seem like i deliberately keep this 45.7kg frame. FYI, I want to become 54kg. Unless i want to disappear, I wouldn't go on an Evian only diet. Alright guys. I'm off to bed! Work at 830am. TMR IS FRIDAY! I LOVE FRIDAYS! Bye!&lt;br /&gt;LoveLots,&lt;br /&gt;Ragini(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4161734151113342658-733303800964908440?l=laceandleatherr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laceandleatherr.blogspot.com/feeds/733303800964908440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4161734151113342658&amp;postID=733303800964908440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161734151113342658/posts/default/733303800964908440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161734151113342658/posts/default/733303800964908440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laceandleatherr.blogspot.com/2009/07/how-to-lose-guy-in-10-days.html' title='How to lose a guy in 10 days.'/><author><name>Revethi aka Revv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03826728198333337112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4161734151113342658.post-5016419076015888005</id><published>2009-07-13T00:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T00:54:36.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Obarrrrrrr!</title><content type='html'>I'm so effing lazy topost anything. Went to Obar on Friday with a sister and Murale. We had so much of fun and I didn't touch a drop of alcohol. My tolerance stinks. I can't drink like how i used to and the worst part of it all was that I had an empty stomach. The two of them were happily drinking away and well, I was sucking lemons to pass time. We danced like crazy! Haha! Downside to being a person who doesn't perspire? It was GROSS rubbing shoulders with guys and girls who were down right sweaty. By the way, the girls we saw that were seriously sucky dancers. Not saying the two of us were amazing, which we were, but really they were just swaying around and attempting to, I don't know maybe act sexy? But it came of as plain plain hilarious. And they kept looking at Her and me for dance moves. Totally didn't work because we were laughing in their faces. There were a few super hot girls who could really bring it. So it was more logical for us to stick to that side than the dead side. Of course there were the tamilans who totally brought their Chicagos and Jengos to the dance floor. Seriously a joke. I would have taken a video if we were so caught up grinding each other. So it was like her on me and me on him. Which was a sight to see really. Then her friends joined us and we danced as a group. Songs were AWESOME. Everything was great until BRITNEY came on and made everything grrrreaterrr! So the ladies were all yelling (yes yelling) to Womanizer and pointing to the guys everytime the "boy don't try to front I I know just just what YOU are are are" part or any part that had the word YOU in it. It was pretty funny but hell, everyone was so happy. And then, MJ came on. Greatest. Shit. Ever. Everyone went crazy when the DJ dedicated the megamix to MJ. Suddenly all you could hear was "Billie Jean's not my lover!" and "Cause this is THRILLERR ,Thriller night!" and all the other hits. The guys in the club were going crazy! So basically, instead of being a very hot night like how clubs normally are, it was extremely fun. Like some personal party with everyone screaming to songs. The mood was unusually upbeat compared to other times. Maybe, it was MJ. So yeah. Murale and i left pretty early cause clearly I didn't tellmy parents where we really went. Got back around 230am and I finally managed to take my killer lace heels off! They worked wonders that night. Then there was last night. I nearly got drunk at Theviya's place for her farewell party. Redbull Vodka is not dangerous or anything but 1 glass after another until i reached 10 was. I didn't puke and I didn't cry. There was no drama but there were A LOT of unglam pictures. Credits to Aishu and Theviya for making me look like a total ass. So after that Aishu and I cabbed back home. And well, Jo called. And we were talking. Actually he was just asking me things, and i was just answering. Now that i look back, I can't remember a thing he asked! I hope I didn't say anything dumb): He admitted to liking me by the way. He thinks I'm "awesome". I'm not saying I'm not awesome. Neither am i saying that I am awesome. But I'm not the commitment kinda person. I don't and I can't stay committed. Hope they all realise that before it's too late.&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting a new job tmr! I totally lied to Ruma that I'm starting school but I can't help it! I needed a change. Besides, this job is pretty cool. It takes 15mins to get pass security itself cause it's at the Prime Minister's office. Lol. I have to be up at 7 everyone! I'm off to bed! Hope your weekend went well. Mine did! Have a great week ahead. Good night!&lt;br /&gt;LoveLots,&lt;br /&gt;Ragini(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4161734151113342658-5016419076015888005?l=laceandleatherr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laceandleatherr.blogspot.com/feeds/5016419076015888005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4161734151113342658&amp;postID=5016419076015888005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161734151113342658/posts/default/5016419076015888005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161734151113342658/posts/default/5016419076015888005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laceandleatherr.blogspot.com/2009/07/obarrrrrrr.html' title='Obarrrrrrr!'/><author><name>Revethi aka Revv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03826728198333337112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4161734151113342658.post-1396527530277464252</id><published>2009-07-07T10:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T13:10:51.727+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my canine and feline mates.</title><content type='html'>Muni the Rottweiler - My cool best friend. What can I say? He's just the coolest and I miss him terribly. Hope he's happy with his new family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Piper - My baby! She's my kinda dog. Sweet yet gregarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roy - My son-in-law because he has a thing for Piper. How sweet is that (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ida - My friend in rehab. She's cuddly and fun but she does lose it from time to time. She's also the one who gave my first dog bite lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy - The good-looking mysterious guy who I'll never really get to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Handsome - Chillaxed, belly-rub-loving dog by day. Python-killing, husky-attacking Superdog by night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anil the cat - My Bumblebee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olivia the kitten - Annoying, kind of stupid, delusional. I almost hate her. She's my frenemy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Revethi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4161734151113342658-1396527530277464252?l=laceandleatherr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laceandleatherr.blogspot.com/feeds/1396527530277464252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4161734151113342658&amp;postID=1396527530277464252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161734151113342658/posts/default/1396527530277464252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161734151113342658/posts/default/1396527530277464252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laceandleatherr.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-canine-and-feline-mates.html' title='my canine and feline mates.'/><author><name>Revethi aka Revv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03826728198333337112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4161734151113342658.post-6972540514023902141</id><published>2009-07-06T20:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T22:31:53.242+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sickening bitch.</title><content type='html'>There's this irritant on blogspot. I don't hate this person or anything. I actually read their blog. For the fun of it like everyone else. But i have this feeling that some of this whiny blogger's references are aimed at me. Dear atrocious blogger, if you have the cheek to diss people on your blog, then you should have the balls to put their name/blog address up as well. If you can't then fuck your facade.&lt;br /&gt;Ragini&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4161734151113342658-6972540514023902141?l=laceandleatherr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laceandleatherr.blogspot.com/feeds/6972540514023902141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4161734151113342658&amp;postID=6972540514023902141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161734151113342658/posts/default/6972540514023902141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161734151113342658/posts/default/6972540514023902141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laceandleatherr.blogspot.com/2009/07/sickening-bitch.html' title='sickening bitch.'/><author><name>Revethi aka Revv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03826728198333337112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4161734151113342658.post-9115730500316275870</id><published>2009-07-06T00:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T01:28:15.131+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a much needed break.</title><content type='html'>God, it's been DAYS since I've had the urrrrgeee to blog! So here I am, finally blogging after days of keeping my life and it's activities a total secret from the world. It used to be pretty secret until i was about 14? And then everything came out. Suddenly everyone seemed to know what everyone else was doing.  So now I can't keep anything to myself. I've never thought of this blog as an inlet to my personal life but in reality, it is. Hence, I don't complain that my privacy is invaded. What I DO complain about however, is how people ask you NOT to write some things.&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, I've had a lazy couple of days. Working, hanging out and eating like crazy. I swear my food intake has gone up by about 43%(Yes I calculated). I went to Jeremy's party yesterday. His 21st! I swear he's the hottest Chinese gay guy I've ever seen! He's a friend of Murale's and he insisted that I came despite the fact that i barely knew him! He looks exactly like Christiano Ronaldo and he has SUCH an amazing voice. Halfway through the party he did a little perfomance for his guests. He sang Frank Sinatra's Fly me to the moon! The party was amazing and I'm finally in my party mood thanks to Jeremy. He calls me gossip girl. Haha! He's so hot that i feel so sad for all the single girls around him. By the way, he's not swishy or anything. Manly with sick dance moves and a charismatic approach. We had a good time and now I have plans for Friday and Saturday! Obar/clubhop on Friday and Zouk/Jeanz on Saturday! I hope the clubbing mood doesn't wear off before the weekend! I'm in desperate need of some dancing. Maybe after that I'll start going to ballet lessons more often just so that I can smell the sweat and polished parque and feel like I'm a dedicated dancer. So anyways, I'm still undecided about my degree route. Aussie is still where I'll be going if I don't find an enticing enough option soon. I was looking through UniSim's courses and they don't seem too bad. But the intake is pretty late next year. And they seem to have this age thing going on as well, minimum age requirement is 21! WTF. So, if anyone has any suggestions for a degree program that's recognised and interesting please tag la. For once Random Taggers, Tag about something useful okay? Haha. Okay, currently I'm very focused on getting my Riding license. I want to get it by September latest. So I'll be going to enroll at Ubi's ComfortDelGro Driving Centre on Wednesday I think? I have to go for my Dental appointment and I'll probably go to Ubi after that! Excitement much! I have barely enough to survive on this month. Have to give my parents $400 and I still have to keep some for my license and entertainment. I swear earning is a painful feeling. Simply because the moment you get your cash you know you're going to lose it within days. Especially when you're someone like me. I was so determined to tell Ruma that I want to quit this week but the more I look at Siti, the more i realise she really needs my help. She can't afford to have someone new to retrain and work with. So I'll be staying. But I intend to take up a second job at KKH to supplement my license. Once I finish my bike license I'll be moving on to my car one cause it's more expensive to take and all. And it's not as though i don't know how to drive so it's less of a challenge for now. So ANYWAY, that's pretty much it. I have things to say everyday and I promise to start being more involved in my blogging. I go to bed every night guilty that I didn't blog but I never act on my guilt. Lol. Yes I'm that big a loser. I haven't heard from Vithya in a while. My dear, once your H2 week is over please call me?&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I have one more random thing to add. Modesty is an art. Master it and you become an attractive person. This is in reference to two types of people here. 1, those who hate charismatic people. Yes everyone wants to be around someone with charisma so if you want to be that someone start learning to be modest or at least act modest. Stop bashing people who are somewhat less physically attractive than you but still more attractive overall. 2, those who constantly brag about a non-existent charisma in order to emulate someone else's. Stop it, You look like an idiot and you sound like one too. Please pick up some modesty at the minimart or something. With a head filled with a false impression that you are some form of enigma to your surroundings and the lives in it, you won't get anywhere. You have clearly crossed the line between true confidence and overconfidence. Sucky Sunday is over. Happy Youth day to everyone who's young at heart and have a smooth sailing week ahead. To all my lovelies having exams, Good luck and may the force be with you!&lt;br /&gt;LoveLots,&lt;br /&gt;Ragini(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4161734151113342658-9115730500316275870?l=laceandleatherr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laceandleatherr.blogspot.com/feeds/9115730500316275870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4161734151113342658&amp;postID=9115730500316275870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161734151113342658/posts/default/9115730500316275870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161734151113342658/posts/default/9115730500316275870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laceandleatherr.blogspot.com/2009/07/much-needed-break.html' title='a much needed break.'/><author><name>Revethi aka Revv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03826728198333337112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4161734151113342658.post-6303618098277948395</id><published>2009-07-01T00:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T02:01:22.568+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a running mind.</title><content type='html'>Haven't posted for the longest time everrr. Really sorry about it. I've been caught up with a lot of things lately. From my Uni Adelaide stuff to rushing to get a bike license and now rethinking stansfield. Rekha's suggestion to do 3 years here and 1 year in the UK doesn't seem like a bad idea. I'll update later. Way too lazy right now.&lt;br /&gt;LoveLots,&lt;br /&gt;Ragini(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4161734151113342658-6303618098277948395?l=laceandleatherr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laceandleatherr.blogspot.com/feeds/6303618098277948395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4161734151113342658&amp;postID=6303618098277948395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161734151113342658/posts/default/6303618098277948395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161734151113342658/posts/default/6303618098277948395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laceandleatherr.blogspot.com/2009/07/running-mind.html' title='a running mind.'/><author><name>Revethi aka Revv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03826728198333337112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4161734151113342658.post-4232856097489408483</id><published>2009-06-26T08:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T08:11:36.965+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Michael Jackson, 1958-2009.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ybfx8uWQ-Q4/SkQR27UkWKI/AAAAAAAAAcw/XqEu3EhmijM/s1600-h/Michael_Jackson_by_PussycatJOE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 356px; height: 485px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ybfx8uWQ-Q4/SkQR27UkWKI/AAAAAAAAAcw/XqEu3EhmijM/s320/Michael_Jackson_by_PussycatJOE.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351421892557559970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To the King of Pop,&lt;br /&gt;Rest In Peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4161734151113342658-4232856097489408483?l=laceandleatherr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laceandleatherr.blogspot.com/feeds/4232856097489408483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4161734151113342658&amp;postID=4232856097489408483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161734151113342658/posts/default/4232856097489408483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161734151113342658/posts/default/4232856097489408483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laceandleatherr.blogspot.com/2009/06/michael-jackson-1958-2009.html' title='Michael Jackson, 1958-2009.'/><author><name>Revethi aka Revv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03826728198333337112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ybfx8uWQ-Q4/SkQR27UkWKI/AAAAAAAAAcw/XqEu3EhmijM/s72-c/Michael_Jackson_by_PussycatJOE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4161734151113342658.post-694387576430420006</id><published>2009-06-23T07:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T08:57:53.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>report much.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yo people!&lt;br /&gt;I had a good weekend. Awesome Saturday, bittersweet Sunday. By the way, I'm eating Milo ice-cream now and it's 7.46am. It is not my fault, there's nothing else to eat! Now, do not tell MK that. :| Now I feel like puking. Erghh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, I went to SPCA and Drumzout@Vivo on Saturday. SPCA was good as always, since Bav and Jo were there. Too bad Danny was not really, there would have been more laughs. Vik came back for a visit as well and he was bald! Haha. As most girls would know, only some guys can pull off the bald look and well, he did. If it weren't for his height, people would take him for a five year old. He looks like a little boy! Haha, cuteness. He didn't stay long though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jo, Bav and I left for Harbourfront. It was a long bus ride and all 3 of us loved it! You know, even if 1 of us hated long bus rides, we would have had to take the MRT. It's nice to know people enjoy them as much as me. Jo was doing her loser 2000 word essay on the bus. Lol, loser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to eat at the food court near Harbourfront interchange and then made our way to Vivo. By the way, Bav and Jo should be glad they have me. They would have probably gotten lost on several occasions without me lol. So anyways, it was pure jokes all the way. We were discussing Vik's baldness when an bald, old, Chinese guy was in front of us. Bav and I did not notice him at first. We were commenting on baldness in a pretty loud voice. Jo saw him and burst into laughter. That girl will never tell us what she's laughing at because she can't control her laughter. Crazy girl lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made our way to the amphitheater and we got balloons! - huge, orange ones :D Bav's balloon was deflating at a slow but steady rate and she was so upset.&lt;br /&gt;Bav: Why is my balloon smaller than yours!&lt;br /&gt;Jo and I pointed out to her that it might not be tied properly and it wasn't! Haha. I deflated my balloon because it's easier to transport it that way and besides, I just wanted my mosquito stick. -lol-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess who we saw! Thiru's band was competing. His band's faces were half black which Jo thought was cool but I didn't. I mean let's face it, they painted it black for the contrasting effect and well, let's just say some of them would have been better off if they had painted it white. Kumaran was there too. He was bald as well. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 bands competed in the open category and the first 2 bands were well, boring basically. They opted for traditional Japanese and Chinese style which I did not appreciate. I mean, if I were to blast &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aaja Nachle&lt;/span&gt;, the Chinese people would not be like, busting a move. It wasn't just me; Jo found it boring as well. So anyways, the third band was from an ITE. They were good. They weren't boring. The last band was Voodoo Drums and we were pleasantly shocked. They were seriously awesome. The performance was dramatic and entertaining. It had people bobbing their heads and clapping their hands to the beat. We knew then that they were the clear winners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went into Vivo to walk around after that. We went to Toys R' Us and our inner children totally took over our fully grown bodies. We had so much fun/laughs/jokes. We bought a colourful ball each. It's totally cute. We went to LJS after for fries-ing. We returned to Drumzout after that for the prize-giving. We were quite early so there was this acapella group performing. they weren't very entertaining so Bav and I were playing with our balls. Thiru, Kumaran, Uma and Sharania were just below us - 2 steps down. Bav was trying to be funny - she wanted to throw the ball down at them to embarrass me. She, in the end, (of course) decided not to. So she was bouncing her ball and guess what. It bounced down and bumped into Thiru. How totally classic was that. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The results were out and surprise, surprise, Voodoo won. Then I saw someone I totally didn't want to. I'm glad I managed to avoid her. Her being Sandhya. Bleagh. We left for home sweet home after that. Chat-chitted with Kumaran as I was leaving. He was smoking and he was kind of trying to hide his cigarette as he was talking to me. I don't know if he does that with everyone but I thought it was sweet because most smokers do not care that some of us, like me, totally hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moon went down and the sun came up. It was Sunday. Bittersweet sunday. I got scolded/punished by my Dad for having too big an ego -_- He totally went overboard and he knew it. He said stuff that he knows he shouldn't have. But the reason I'm not emo-ing about that is because he made up for it by financing my shopping spree later in the evening. He also agreed to buy me the N97! Woooo. These are the things I bought on my spree:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;3 T-shirt tops. Purple, yellow and turquoise.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A pretty flowery top.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Notebook&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ribbons&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;2 Earrings&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hair Brush&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Barbie - Wedding Day Sparkle&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Herbal Essence Shampoo/Conditioner/Therapy - Long-term relationship&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Rahhh. Spent about $150 I think? I would have bought more but I want my N97, pink Vaio and Sony Walkman. Didn't want to push it. By the way, the shampoo smells totally yummy and my hair feels nice and satin-y.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrites, that's the end of my long post. Kudos if u managed to read through it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;Revethi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fe_aPRm8QrE/SIwnEyKiK8I/AAAAAAAAAKs/GJavRNSRidQ/s400/VAIO+SR+pink.bmp"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.everyjoe.com/thegadgetblog/files/2008/12/nokia-n97-white-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.gadgetsguru.com/mp3/sony/images/6456.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4161734151113342658-694387576430420006?l=laceandleatherr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laceandleatherr.blogspot.com/feeds/694387576430420006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4161734151113342658&amp;postID=694387576430420006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161734151113342658/posts/default/694387576430420006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161734151113342658/posts/default/694387576430420006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laceandleatherr.blogspot.com/2009/06/report-much.html' title='report much.'/><author><name>Revethi aka Revv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03826728198333337112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fe_aPRm8QrE/SIwnEyKiK8I/AAAAAAAAAKs/GJavRNSRidQ/s72-c/VAIO+SR+pink.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4161734151113342658.post-8796554576703015308</id><published>2009-06-23T02:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T02:05:03.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i love such talk.</title><content type='html'>X says:&lt;br /&gt;*my favourite&lt;br /&gt;*and you beat perez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;яagını     To each, Her own. says:&lt;br /&gt;*hahah&lt;br /&gt;*because im so close to your heart&lt;br /&gt;*did you laught at the sissy ex part/&lt;br /&gt;*hahhaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X says:&lt;br /&gt;*haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;яagını     To each, Her own. says:&lt;br /&gt;*best part is, he reads it.&lt;br /&gt;*lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X says:&lt;br /&gt;*i'm sure he reads your blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;яagını     To each, Her own. says:&lt;br /&gt;*that stalker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X says:&lt;br /&gt;*omg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;яagını     To each, Her own. says:&lt;br /&gt;*haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X says:&lt;br /&gt;*he's gonna hate me&lt;br /&gt;*HATE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;яagını     To each, Her own. says:&lt;br /&gt;*oh let him&lt;br /&gt;*people hate you when they know they want to be like you but cant&lt;br /&gt;*so its reasonable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X says:&lt;br /&gt;*he hates what his love loves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;яagını     To each, Her own. says:&lt;br /&gt;*he loves a hybrid now.&lt;br /&gt;*she loves dicks.&lt;br /&gt;*so he's safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X says:&lt;br /&gt;*now you should put THAT up&lt;br /&gt;*i prefer such content&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your wish is my command.&lt;br /&gt;REVV OUR BLOG IS COCKING UP! The picture at least! ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4161734151113342658-8796554576703015308?l=laceandleatherr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laceandleatherr.blogspot.com/feeds/8796554576703015308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4161734151113342658&amp;postID=8796554576703015308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161734151113342658/posts/default/8796554576703015308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161734151113342658/posts/default/8796554576703015308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laceandleatherr.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-love-such-talk.html' title='i love such talk.'/><author><name>Revethi aka Revv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03826728198333337112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4161734151113342658.post-7686787141971299864</id><published>2009-06-23T01:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T01:58:23.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>die glamorous.</title><content type='html'>яagını     To each, Her own. says:&lt;br /&gt;*youre crazy to think i dont&lt;br /&gt;*i always have. always will.&lt;br /&gt;*now before my charm kills you&lt;br /&gt;*get to bed.&lt;br /&gt;*dont die that way&lt;br /&gt;*its gross&lt;br /&gt;*and unglam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X says:&lt;br /&gt;*good night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;яagını     To each, Her own. says:&lt;br /&gt;*die from my charm&lt;br /&gt;*hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X says:&lt;br /&gt;*and tell Y(sissy ex) what you told me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;яagını     To each, Her own. says:&lt;br /&gt;*you'll die looking beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X says:&lt;br /&gt;*i love it&lt;br /&gt;*he made my ego so big&lt;br /&gt;*big kudos to him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;яagını To each, Her own. says:&lt;br /&gt;*who&lt;br /&gt;*hahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X says:&lt;br /&gt;*Y(sissy ex)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;яagını     To each, Her own. says:&lt;br /&gt;*awww&lt;br /&gt;*i hope he tells himself that a girl left him for another girl.&lt;br /&gt;*every night.&lt;br /&gt;*it;ll kill him slowly.&lt;br /&gt;*which is good.&lt;br /&gt;*hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X says:&lt;br /&gt;*you see. you can have sex with anyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X says:&lt;br /&gt;*but only a good conversation with a few&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't still be in denial can I?&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4161734151113342658-7686787141971299864?l=laceandleatherr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laceandleatherr.blogspot.com/feeds/7686787141971299864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4161734151113342658&amp;postID=7686787141971299864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161734151113342658/posts/default/7686787141971299864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161734151113342658/posts/default/7686787141971299864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laceandleatherr.blogspot.com/2009/06/die-glamorous.html' title='die glamorous.'/><author><name>Revethi aka Revv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03826728198333337112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4161734151113342658.post-2736772430067706057</id><published>2009-06-22T23:47:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T01:32:24.592+08:00</updated><title type='text'>this crazy thing called love.</title><content type='html'>My life suddenly looks like some kind of movie. It's enterataining to others but it takes a toll on me. But I can't complain can I? I asked for it in a way. Lol. So today was just like any other day. Went to work at 3pm today. I can't stand Ruma's "call whenever I want" atttitude. Still have to put up with it. The officer called again to check on me. I told him i'm still alive and kicking and there's nothing wrong with me. He didn't try to contact me so I'll be alright. Jo spoke to me just now. He says he can see i'm not going to slip out of this so easily. Good girls always like bad boys. So yeah, I may not get over this but it will just add on to the list of things I'll never be able to get over. I'm perfectly alright with not getting over some things in life. Afterall, we all have to move on in some way or another. All i'm trying to say is that it's okay to live with memories as long as you know what you really want in the end. What i really want in the end? I just want to be happy. I don't have to be rich, have a handsome man at my side 247 or a flippin career. Just to be contented will do.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone's having problems. Seems like all the people around me are having a hard time with their relationships. Even those who think they have the perfect relationship are somehow unhappy and they know it. I'm not going to take a jibe at you guys or attempt to make you ponder but are your relationships that perfect? Really, is all you want stability? What about having fun? Afterall, a couple that laughs together, stays together. Once you notice the laughter fading you know the chemistry isn't as powerful. Then, everyone would be breaking up. Right? Wrong. I've seen couples who are still laughing together after 25years or being together. An example closer to my context would be Vinod and Theviya. Yeah sure they have their fights but they're always laughing and all. It makes you wonder how they do it after being together for 6 years. It's the true measure of happiness i tell you. When i was in hospital, my doctors said i had very strong laugh lines and asked me if i wanted them to alter it during the operation. I'm glad i said no. Because at least now i know that i've had my fair share of laughter. With those laughs i have with me memories, both good and bad, to take me through life.The good memories to remind me that life can get so good and the bad ones to remind me that no matter how bad it gets, it can always get worse. Lol. So to everyone who thinks that life's giving them hell, think again. If life gives you lemons, make lemonade. Make do with it because that's what living life is all about. You do with what you have, you get up when you fall and you cry to heal. To my dear girls, you know who you are. I want you to be the happiest you can be. At least, pretend to be happy because eventually you'll become what you tell yourself you are. I love you girls so much that i want you to brave the storm that heads your way. Whether it's love, family or just life, give it your best shot. Don't get worked up. Just live it. Sometimes, it's not so bad to be like me. Just sometimes. Keep telling yourself you're happy to be who you are and to have what you have. Afterall, what can be better than having Ragini in your lives you idiots? HAHA! Okay i'm going to go off before all my lovelies come after me for being such an idiot. Disregard whatever i have written above because in the end, what matters is that we love each other. We'll always have each others'  backs. Always.&lt;br /&gt;LoveLots,&lt;br /&gt;Ragini (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4161734151113342658-2736772430067706057?l=laceandleatherr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laceandleatherr.blogspot.com/feeds/2736772430067706057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4161734151113342658&amp;postID=2736772430067706057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161734151113342658/posts/default/2736772430067706057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161734151113342658/posts/default/2736772430067706057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laceandleatherr.blogspot.com/2009/06/iloveyousowhydoyoucareifnooneelsedoes.html' title='this crazy thing called love.'/><author><name>Revethi aka Revv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03826728198333337112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4161734151113342658.post-3224606419366589158</id><published>2009-06-21T00:16:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T02:27:07.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>15minutes and father's day.</title><content type='html'>I went down to meet him and we stayed for 15 minutes. Nope, we didn't DO anything. Just sat down and then, he got a call to inform he had to go off for a fight. He got all serious and insisted on taking me back. Of course, me being the total brat that i am with men, got angry and stomped off. He messaged me later, asking if i was angry. I blatantly lied. "No." And he said, " Be honest.." So i replied yes. Then he said please try and understand. So now he'll be meeting me after work tomorrow. This relationship, is a gone case.&lt;br /&gt;Jo just called and we talked a while. I don't understand why i get along so weel with him and Vinod. I miss Vinod and Theviya! It was so much more fun hanging out with all of them as a group. Oh well. Jo was just telling me about some haunted house along Cluney road, near Serene centre. Anyone with details on the place let me know okay? I need some adventure in my mundane life.&lt;br /&gt;I have to be up by 7am to get ready for Vanitha's function at 10. Why so early? Because i'm a mess. My hair's all frizzy and that's going to take me an hour to settle. I have yet to iron my suit. Another 20minutes. Bathe and get dressed, at least 45minutes. Have to be at Vee's place by like 930 latest so that my uncle can drop us off at Pioneer. It's so freaking far away, I'm so glad he's sending us. After that it's off to work for me. I'll be working from about 3pm to 830 pm later. Hopefully i don't melt in my suit. And then i realised one more thing, I can't be doing something in a Punjabi suit. Totally ruins the image. So i'll just have to abstain from killing my body tomorrow. Like that's even possible? And no i'm not talking about sex so stop being a perv.&lt;br /&gt;Father's day! Got my dad an mp3 player. It's the pretty little stone one from Samsung! Could have got him a better one but the thing is, this one seems pretty easy to use. It's small and light and totally fuss free. Came back and loaded all his favourite songs into it and then Hariharan wrapped it up. My mum got him a Bruan Buffel Wallet. I love the smell of untouched leather!&lt;br /&gt;So that's pretty much my life for today. I don't know if it's getting boring/dangerous/interesting but it's certainly going down the drain.&lt;br /&gt;Jalsa just called. He's in some kind of trouble. As much as i would like to help my boyfriend, I don't think there's anything i can do if he's out in some alley hiding from the cops. I just don't see why i'm attracted to him. I just don't see it.&lt;br /&gt;Alright guys, Saturday got swallowed i swear. I hate Sundays but it's here AGAIN so yeah, have a good Sunday everyone.&lt;br /&gt;LoveLots,&lt;br /&gt;Ragini(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. My body is so warm right now. 40degrees and i feel perfectly fine. Even Jalsa's skin felt like marble to me. Am i dying? Or just experiencing Hell in advance?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4161734151113342658-3224606419366589158?l=laceandleatherr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laceandleatherr.blogspot.com/feeds/3224606419366589158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4161734151113342658&amp;postID=3224606419366589158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161734151113342658/posts/default/3224606419366589158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161734151113342658/posts/default/3224606419366589158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laceandleatherr.blogspot.com/2009/06/15minutes-and-fathers-day.html' title='15minutes and father&apos;s day.'/><author><name>Revethi aka Revv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03826728198333337112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4161734151113342658.post-455132001092859282</id><published>2009-06-20T01:06:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T01:30:46.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I TOLD YOU SO!</title><content type='html'>I don't have the first option anymore. Lol. Vanitha, this thing with my Jalsa Mannan might work ouy. My theme song should be The Jalsa Jalsa from Villu or something.&lt;br /&gt;Plans? Watch Thiruda Thiruda and eat the peaches i requested with whipped cream and lotsa ice cream soda and Lay's to go with it and well, eventually knock out.&lt;br /&gt;Now, does this sound better?&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4161734151113342658-455132001092859282?l=laceandleatherr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laceandleatherr.blogspot.com/feeds/455132001092859282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4161734151113342658&amp;postID=455132001092859282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161734151113342658/posts/default/455132001092859282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161734151113342658/posts/default/455132001092859282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laceandleatherr.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-told-you-so.html' title='I TOLD YOU SO!'/><author><name>Revethi aka Revv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03826728198333337112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4161734151113342658.post-5545125848049134837</id><published>2009-06-19T23:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T01:05:30.124+08:00</updated><title type='text'>90s!</title><content type='html'>One thing about growing up in the early 90s, we had good tamil movies. I'm on a quest to look for all my favourite 90s movies and at the top of that list are Thiruda Thiruda and Gentlemen! I'm itching to watch both! Haha. Amazing movies with even better music! Generally, movies from that era could be watched and re-watched! And the songs were so good. All these stupid new movies are pass on like they never happened after a month or so. And the songs just get worse. At least the older songs actually consisted of real words and not words like Jalsa and Sarakku and God knows what else. I gave those two words as examples because I've been hearing them so much lately. Quote Prasad: Dei don't disturb da. I'm jalsa-ing with my darling"&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. Normal speech apparently. Haha! I've warned him not to call me Sarakku again because it's downright disgusting. Okay maybe you take it as we make you high like alcohol but HELLO, some respect please? He's my Jalsa Mannan. Sounds stupid enough? (: He thinks i'm this super innocent goody-two-shoes and he's the villain cum gangster who'll be there to save me. Which, is kinda true actually.&lt;br /&gt;Btw, Congrats Revv and i hope everything goes well for you.&lt;br /&gt;I'm still waiting for the SIA interview to turn up. Hopefully in September so that i can escape my state of limbo. Stupid A-Levels.&lt;br /&gt;So today was really boring and absolutely tiring. I had plans to come back at 330pm and sleep for a while but Siti came to work and she wasn't feeling well so i covered for her till 830pm! So I spent all my time talking to Vee and Van until my battery died. Then i did some ab workout at the back of the shop to kill time. Good to know that my abs have yet to die from my sheer laziness. By the way, don't mistake me for some exercise freak. My abs are from dancing in my JC days as well as PE and Ballet. So they're slowly disappearing. This is my first attempt to revive them. So, something big happened at the shop today. This mixed lady, Chindian i suppose, came in and started browsing. Then she was like "Girl, you're mix ah?" And then i was like " Huh, no lah Aunty(mistake number one). I'm not a Hybrid(mistake number two). Just plain weird looking(mistake number three)." Then she stared. And then she pulled a face. And then she retaliated. She made so much of noise! Like saying that i offended her and all. Technically I should be the one who's making a scene because i have such big eyes and the woman said i looked mixed. Are you supposed to be happy when people tell you that you look like a hybrid? Seriously. Stupid. Other than  HER, my day was alright. I did my ballet exercises after so freaking long and my muscles are suddenly taking longer to warm up. So i decided it;s better to do a routine and then follow up twice to warm the muscles up faster. Danced to Thi thi thiththikkum Thi from Thiruda Thiruda. Ballet infused with indian music looks beautiful by the way. Like absolutely graceful and not weird at all. So i've done my workout for the day. Now to do it everyday to tone the tummy. I need to have a flat stomach again by next Sunday for my cousin's wedding! The saree is so soft and thin that everything seems to show. How terrible. By the way, my saree's this pretty peach/pink colour with very fine embroidery. Absolutely in love with it. Will take a picture of the whole thing after i collect the blouse on Monday. Right now, the focus is on Vanitha's sister's ceremony! And i haven't founf anything to wear! I can't wear a saree cause i have to go to work right after and all my suits dont seem fitting enough. Hopefully i can find something in time. Alright you guys. I'm bored and i've run out of interesting things to say. By the way, i did a little experiment today with Vaseline and now it's my must have wherever i am. Try rubbing some Vaseline over your eyelids to create this super sleek effect! It shines and it gives this impression that you have very strong lid lines. Even makes your eyes seem a little deeper. Rub Vaseline along your ab outline and see your abs stand out 3times better. Oh and rub it along your calf muscles too. I know how many of you might go and try this out but please keep in mind that i'm probably reading your blog and looking at all those self-loving pictures you take of yourselves so if i notice the trick then I'm going to make some comments. Haha. Okay okay i'm going off. Have a good weekend everyone!&lt;br /&gt;LoveLots,&lt;br /&gt;Ragini(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4161734151113342658-5545125848049134837?l=laceandleatherr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laceandleatherr.blogspot.com/feeds/5545125848049134837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4161734151113342658&amp;postID=5545125848049134837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161734151113342658/posts/default/5545125848049134837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161734151113342658/posts/default/5545125848049134837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laceandleatherr.blogspot.com/2009/06/90s.html' title='90s!'/><author><name>Revethi aka Revv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03826728198333337112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4161734151113342658.post-1981512707992557262</id><published>2009-06-19T06:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T06:54:49.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BSc (:</title><content type='html'>Say hello to the future student who's going to graduate from CQU(Central Queensland University) with a BSc in Biomedical Science in 34 months yo! (: I might then go on to do final year Medicine in NUS and maybe, just maybe, become a forensic scientist after all (: SCREW YOU MOTHEREFFING A-LEVELS! Well, I'm technically not in yet but Brian said I have a very good chance since I'm an A-level grad as apposed to the other Polytechnic grad applicants. Wooo :D I'm doing the course in Singapore but will graduate from Australia. I might do some of my modules in Aussie but we'll see (:&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;Revethi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4161734151113342658-1981512707992557262?l=laceandleatherr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laceandleatherr.blogspot.com/feeds/1981512707992557262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4161734151113342658&amp;postID=1981512707992557262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161734151113342658/posts/default/1981512707992557262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161734151113342658/posts/default/1981512707992557262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laceandleatherr.blogspot.com/2009/06/bsc.html' title='BSc (:'/><author><name>Revethi aka Revv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03826728198333337112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4161734151113342658.post-96773774869277681</id><published>2009-06-19T00:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T00:55:50.487+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Soleil vs Lune. 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font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 0cm; line-height: normal; text-align: center; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The rest of the universe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 0cm; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;By the both of us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 0cm; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 3.6pt; 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text-indent: -9pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 17.6pt; text-indent: -9pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 3.6pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;"  lang="EN-US"&gt;Soleil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="RU" style="font-size:85%;"&gt; says:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 17.6pt; text-indent: -9pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="RU" style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*the sun's more vibrant&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 17.6pt; text-indent: -9pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="RU" style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*i swear, you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-size:85%;"&gt;’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="RU" style="font-size:85%;"&gt;re like the moon and I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-size:85%;"&gt;’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="RU" style="font-size:85%;"&gt;m like the sun,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 17.6pt; text-indent: -9pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="RU" style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 17.6pt; text-indent: -9pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 3.6pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:85%;"  lang="EN-US"&gt;Lune&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="RU" style="font-size:85%;"&gt; says:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 17.6pt; text-indent: -9pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="RU" style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*nah&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 17.6pt; text-indent: -9pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="RU" style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*i just want to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-size:85%;"&gt;be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="RU" style="font-size:85%;"&gt;your moon&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 17.6pt; text-indent: -9pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="RU" style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*i love the moon&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 17.6pt; text-indent: -9pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="RU" style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*vennila.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 17.6pt; text-indent: -9pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="RU" style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 17.6pt; text-indent: -9pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 17.6pt; text-indent: -9pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 3.6pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;"  lang="EN-US"&gt;Soleil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="RU" style="font-size:85%;"&gt; says:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 17.6pt; text-indent: -9pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="RU" style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*hahah&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 17.6pt; text-indent: -9pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="RU" style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*no really&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 17.6pt; text-indent: -9pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="RU" style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*listen to this&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 17.6pt; text-indent: -9pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="RU" style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-size:85%;"&gt;’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="RU" style="font-size:85%;"&gt;re like the moon..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 17.6pt; text-indent: -9pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="RU" style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*vain, beautiful, subtle..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 17.6pt; text-indent: -9pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="RU" style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*arrogant and still welcoming..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 17.6pt; text-indent: -9pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="RU" style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*the night doesnt look the same without you..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 17.6pt; text-indent: -9pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="RU" style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*let&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-size:85%;"&gt;’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="RU" style="font-size:85%;"&gt;s say the world is the night&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 17.6pt; text-indent: -9pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="RU" style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*hahah&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 17.6pt; text-indent: -9pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="RU" style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*no kiddin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-size:85%;"&gt;g&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 17.6pt; text-indent: -9pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="RU" style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-size:85%;"&gt;’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="RU" style="font-size:85%;"&gt;m not mocking you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 17.6pt; text-indent: -9pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 17.6pt; text-indent: -9pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 3.6pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:85%;"  lang="EN-US"&gt;Lune&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="RU" style="font-size:85%;"&gt; says:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 17.6pt; text-indent: -9pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="RU" style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*okay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 17.6pt; text-indent: -9pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="RU" style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 0cm; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 3.6pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;"  lang="EN-US"&gt;Soleil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="RU" style="font-size:85%;"&gt; says:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 17.6pt; text-indent: -9pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="RU" style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*sorry&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 17.6pt; text-indent: -9pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="RU" style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*anyway miss moon&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 17.6pt; text-indent: -9pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="RU" style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*miss luna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 17.6pt; text-indent: -9pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 17.6pt; text-indent: -9pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 3.6pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:85%;"  lang="EN-US"&gt;Lune&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="RU" style="font-size:85%;"&gt; says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 3.6pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="RU" style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*wait i'll finish you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 3.6pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 3.6pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 3.6pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Soleil&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="RU" style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;says:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 17.6pt; text-indent: -9pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="RU" style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*hahah&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 17.6pt; text-indent: -9pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="RU" style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*no no&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 17.6pt; text-indent: -9pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="RU" style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*let me finish&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 17.6pt; text-indent: -9pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="RU" style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*everyone loves the moon&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 17.6pt; text-indent: -9pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="RU" style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*but they moon doe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sn’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="RU" style="font-size:85%;"&gt;t love everyone&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 17.6pt; text-indent: -9pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="RU" style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*she's vain&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 17.6pt; text-indent: -9pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="RU" style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*and haughty&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 17.6pt; text-indent: -9pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="RU" style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*all because she's up there&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 17.6pt; text-indent: -9pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="RU" style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*tsk tsk&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 17.6pt; text-indent: -9pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="RU" style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*all men want women like the moon&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 17.6pt; text-indent: -9pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="RU" style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*what else..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 17.6pt; text-indent: -9pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="RU" style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*the moon is gentle!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 17.6pt; text-indent: -9pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="RU" style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*and I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-size:85%;"&gt;’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="RU" style="font-size:85%;"&gt;m done..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 17.6pt; text-indent: -9pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 17.6pt; text-indent: -9pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 3.6pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:85%;"  lang="EN-US"&gt;Lune&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="RU" style="font-size:85%;"&gt; says:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 17.6pt; text-indent: -9pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="RU" style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*yeah you forgot one last thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 17.6pt; text-indent: -9pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 17.6pt; text-indent: -9pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 3.6pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;"  lang="EN-US"&gt;Soleil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="RU" style="font-size:85%;"&gt; says:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 17.6pt; text-indent: -9pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="RU" style="font-size:85%;"&gt;* you&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 17.6pt; text-indent: -9pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="RU" style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*yes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 17.6pt; text-indent: -9pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 17.6pt; text-indent: -9pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 0cm; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:85%;"  lang="EN-US"&gt;Lune&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="RU" style="font-size:85%;"&gt; says:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 17.6pt; text-indent: -9pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="RU" style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*the moon only shows her true self to some&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 17.6pt; text-indent: -9pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="RU" style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*and the moon always showers on you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 17.6pt; text-indent: -9pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 17.6pt; text-indent: -9pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 3.6pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;"  lang="EN-US"&gt;Soleil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="RU" style="font-size:85%;"&gt; says:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 17.6pt; text-indent: -9pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="RU" style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 17.6pt; text-indent: -9pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 17.6pt; text-indent: -9pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 3.6pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:85%;"  lang="EN-US"&gt;Lune&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="RU" style="font-size:85%;"&gt; says:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 17.6pt; text-indent: -9pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="RU" style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*go on with the sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 17.6pt; text-indent: -9pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 17.6pt; text-indent: -9pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 3.6pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;"  lang="EN-US"&gt;Soleil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="RU" style="font-size:85%;"&gt; says:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 17.6pt; text-indent: -9pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="RU" style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*the sun is me. i can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-size:85%;"&gt;’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="RU" style="font-size:85%;"&gt;t go on abt myself.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 17.6pt; text-indent: -9pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="RU" style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*you said the sun makes you cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 17.6pt; text-indent: -9pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 17.6pt; text-indent: -9pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 3.6pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:85%;"  lang="EN-US"&gt;Lune&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="RU" style="font-size:85%;"&gt; says:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 17.6pt; text-indent: -9pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="RU" style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*okay&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 17.6pt; text-indent: -9pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="RU" style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*i will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 17.6pt; text-indent: -9pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 17.6pt; text-indent: -9pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 3.6pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;"  lang="EN-US"&gt;Soleil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="RU" style="font-size:85%;"&gt; says:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 17.6pt; text-indent: -9pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="RU" style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*and she does.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 17.6pt; text-indent: -9pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="RU" style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*haha&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 17.6pt; text-indent: -9pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="RU" style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*she makes everyone cry&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 17.6pt; text-indent: -9pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="RU" style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*go on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 17.6pt; text-indent: -9pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 17.6pt; text-indent: -9pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 3.6pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:85%;"  lang="EN-US"&gt;Lune&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="RU" style="font-size:85%;"&gt; says:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 17.6pt; text-indent: -9pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="RU" style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*i can try at least&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 17.6pt; text-indent: -9pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="RU" style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*the sun's got all the spotlight on her &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 17.6pt; text-indent: -9pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="RU" style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*even though she tries to share&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 17.6pt; text-indent: -9pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="RU" style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*the sun's a natural beauty, with all her grace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 17.6pt; text-indent: -9pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 17.6pt; text-indent: -9pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 3.6pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;"  lang="EN-US"&gt;Soleil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="RU" style="font-size:85%;"&gt; says:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 17.6pt; text-indent: -9pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="RU" style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*haha grace? not bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 17.6pt; text-indent: -9pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="RU" style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*and?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 17.6pt; text-indent: -9pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="RU" style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*i always thought the sun was harsh and rash&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 17.6pt; text-indent: -9pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 17.6pt; text-indent: -9pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 3.6pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:85%;"  lang="EN-US"&gt;Lune&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="RU" style="font-size:85%;"&gt; says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 17.6pt; text-indent: -9pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="RU" style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*she makes even your darkest moments seem hopeful&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 17.6pt; text-indent: -9pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="RU" style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*for something better to come&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 17.6pt; text-indent: -9pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="RU" style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*but even though she promises so much love&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 17.6pt; text-indent: -9pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="RU" style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*she fails to deliver, cause everyone wants her&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 17.6pt; text-indent: -9pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="RU" style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*but she never settles down &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 17.6pt; text-indent: -9pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="RU" style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*so she goes down every night for her own sanity, breaking hearts on the way&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 17.6pt; text-indent: -9pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="RU" style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*only to turn up the next morning, and everthing starts again&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 17.6pt; text-indent: -9pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="RU" style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*not bad huh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-size:85%;"&gt;?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 17.6pt; text-indent: -9pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="RU" style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*what do you think miss sunshine&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 17.6pt; text-indent: -9pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="RU" style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*little miss sunshine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 17.6pt; text-indent: -9pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 17.6pt; text-indent: -9pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="RU"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 3.6pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Soleil&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="RU" style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;says:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 17.6pt; text-indent: -9pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="RU" style="font-size:8;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*awesome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 17.6pt; text-indent: -9pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 17.6pt; text-indent: -9pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 17.6pt; text-indent: -9pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ybfx8uWQ-Q4/SjpxbAv9Y5I/AAAAAAAAAco/54reIO0OGZw/s1600-h/sunmoon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 264px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ybfx8uWQ-Q4/SjpxbAv9Y5I/AAAAAAAAAco/54reIO0OGZw/s320/sunmoon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348712216327447442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 17.6pt; text-indent: -9pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 17.6pt; text-indent: -9pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="RU" style="font-size:8;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;LoveLots(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4161734151113342658-96773774869277681?l=laceandleatherr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laceandleatherr.blogspot.com/feeds/96773774869277681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4161734151113342658&amp;postID=96773774869277681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161734151113342658/posts/default/96773774869277681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161734151113342658/posts/default/96773774869277681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laceandleatherr.blogspot.com/2009/06/soleil-vs-lune-conversation_19.html' title='Soleil vs Lune. A conversation.'/><author><name>Revethi aka Revv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03826728198333337112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ybfx8uWQ-Q4/SjpxbAv9Y5I/AAAAAAAAAco/54reIO0OGZw/s72-c/sunmoon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4161734151113342658.post-871443504077857388</id><published>2009-06-18T22:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T00:06:11.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Faces!</title><content type='html'>I think i should start putting faces to the people i'm always going on and on about. I should. But i'm not going to. Hahah! Later la. I'm way to lazy to for now. There's a fire somewhere around Novena. The Alarms are blaring from somewhere around TTSH! We just watched the fire engines and police cars rushing down! So much of action for one night i tell you. This is what 1/3 had to say about the fire:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;archana says:&lt;br /&gt;*hey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;яagını     To each, Her own. says:&lt;br /&gt;*helloo&lt;br /&gt;*there's a fire somewhere in novena&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;archana says:&lt;br /&gt;*how come??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;яagını     To each, Her own. says:&lt;br /&gt;*dont know&lt;br /&gt;*the alarm was so loud!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;archana says:&lt;br /&gt;*hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;*i think i walked pass the place&lt;br /&gt;*and the bulding couldnt take it&lt;br /&gt;*so lite off on fire&lt;br /&gt;*cus i set a very high heat&lt;br /&gt;*huy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;яagını     To each, Her own. says:&lt;br /&gt;*you, need to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Anywayyyyyyy, I had a very very dramatic 24hrs. From 1o3opm to now even. From the whole MC frenzy(not going to talk about it in case i get sued) to meeting everyone at Serangoon afterwards. There were about 8 of us i think, Thivya, Kalai, Vinod, Prasad, Anand, Sara, Jo and me! The guys and Thivya were all drinking so me and Kalai started talking between ourselves. She's on attachment at OCBC and we were talking about my loan and stuff. At least we weren't bored. Wait that's not even possible because no one gets bored around these people. They're so loud! Prasad got all drunk and well, told me things. Flatterring, shocking and left me blushing. Haha. So yeah, things happened and around 4, Jo and Prasad followed me home in a cab. I must say i'm feeling 10 times more light headed now. Figure out whar happened in between everyone because only the Vs know everything. Go bug them go. Lol. It's not that i don't want to type it out here but it's pretty personal? If things get ugly i'd put it here no doubt. So wait till it gets juicy or something.&lt;br /&gt;Today, Was a bad day. I got up a little flustered and all. Washed my hair(bad move) despite knowing it was going to be all frizzy and wavy. I had to lug so much with me to work! My straightner, the creams and Vaseline! I left the house with a coffee and no make-up! This is what happens when you sleep at 7am and wake up at 9am. It's not like i had a choice. I just wasn't sleepy. Which was really weird cause when i was in Serangoon all i wanted was to go home and sleep. And i think i'm falling sick. I hate falling sick. Sharanya's wallet got knicked today. She was cursing the thief non-stop. He's going to have a very slow and painful and torturous(hopefully) death. Friday is here and that marks the beginning of a weekend! Although for those of you on your June hols won't see a difference. BYE!&lt;br /&gt;LoveLots.&lt;br /&gt;Ragini(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4161734151113342658-871443504077857388?l=laceandleatherr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laceandleatherr.blogspot.com/feeds/871443504077857388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4161734151113342658&amp;postID=871443504077857388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161734151113342658/posts/default/871443504077857388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161734151113342658/posts/default/871443504077857388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laceandleatherr.blogspot.com/2009/06/faces.html' title='Faces!'/><author><name>Revethi aka Revv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03826728198333337112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4161734151113342658.post-8277097566625106251</id><published>2009-06-17T00:36:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T00:53:50.649+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vanitha and some random clicks!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vanitha(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Vanitha says:&lt;br /&gt;*you're so evil to people you love&lt;br /&gt;*and you like being that&lt;br /&gt;*but you expect someone else to treat you differently?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;яagını     To each, Her own. says:&lt;br /&gt;*hey im not evil ok&lt;br /&gt;*am i evil to you?&lt;br /&gt;*i just make you get me a lot of food&lt;br /&gt;*unless thats considered evil.&lt;br /&gt;*hardly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vanitha says:&lt;br /&gt;*thats also hardly a part of what you make me do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;яagını     To each, Her own. says:&lt;br /&gt;*you make it sound like some sort of chore to be friends with me you kno&lt;br /&gt;*w&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vanitha says:&lt;br /&gt;*you make me listen to your crappy crushes, make me a victim of your exes envy and you tell me this horrible sex stories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;яagını     To each, Her own. says:&lt;br /&gt;*hahahhaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone listened to my bullshit as much as you did, they'd be dead. You're not the "sidekick of the infamous Ragini" you idiot. You make my life so much more meaningful and of course, dramatic. You're very much loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PHOTOS(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ybfx8uWQ-Q4/SjfNKOBzdII/AAAAAAAAAcY/EAV6r_XKhzM/s1600-h/IMG_0665.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ybfx8uWQ-Q4/SjfNKOBzdII/AAAAAAAAAcY/EAV6r_XKhzM/s320/IMG_0665.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347968657973802114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At the maid agency yesterday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ybfx8uWQ-Q4/SjfMvCXAMkI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/YCrEWCdMF0U/s1600-h/IMG_0503.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ybfx8uWQ-Q4/SjfMvCXAMkI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/YCrEWCdMF0U/s320/IMG_0503.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347968190985024066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fooling around in mustafa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ybfx8uWQ-Q4/SjfMPxiKCuI/AAAAAAAAAcI/AHkgRlNvdRU/s1600-h/bike2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ybfx8uWQ-Q4/SjfMPxiKCuI/AAAAAAAAAcI/AHkgRlNvdRU/s320/bike2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347967653892459234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jo on the Aprilla!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ybfx8uWQ-Q4/SjfMIRVjfWI/AAAAAAAAAcA/dEc6uQ3U5gk/s1600-h/bike1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ybfx8uWQ-Q4/SjfMIRVjfWI/AAAAAAAAAcA/dEc6uQ3U5gk/s320/bike1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347967524990582114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Prasad on the Aprilla!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ybfx8uWQ-Q4/SjfL1vau21I/AAAAAAAAAb4/9DpyKbxvjUs/s1600-h/IMG_0662.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ybfx8uWQ-Q4/SjfL1vau21I/AAAAAAAAAb4/9DpyKbxvjUs/s320/IMG_0662.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347967206647847762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At the maid agency again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ybfx8uWQ-Q4/SjfLsbuIn6I/AAAAAAAAAbw/SzrN3Wy4Muw/s1600-h/IMG_0647.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ybfx8uWQ-Q4/SjfLsbuIn6I/AAAAAAAAAbw/SzrN3Wy4Muw/s320/IMG_0647.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347967046741696418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Reka and i pigging out at AB as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;BYE(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4161734151113342658-8277097566625106251?l=laceandleatherr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laceandleatherr.blogspot.com/feeds/8277097566625106251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4161734151113342658&amp;postID=8277097566625106251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161734151113342658/posts/default/8277097566625106251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161734151113342658/posts/default/8277097566625106251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laceandleatherr.blogspot.com/2009/06/vanitha-and-some-random-clicks.html' title='Vanitha and some random clicks!'/><author><name>Revethi aka Revv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03826728198333337112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ybfx8uWQ-Q4/SjfNKOBzdII/AAAAAAAAAcY/EAV6r_XKhzM/s72-c/IMG_0665.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4161734151113342658.post-9210094990640742333</id><published>2009-06-16T22:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T23:22:10.209+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who's she kidding?</title><content type='html'>Hello everyone! I've refreshed my mind with some sleep, Which i was gravely lacking due to my constant late nights out with everyone else. So, i've been out a lot. I feel like some person wasting my life but at the same time i'm having a good time. Good times are always followed by some boring, redundant ones. The other day, I blogged about an attempt to change my ways. It took me from that night to about 5 minutes ago to realise that hell, I can't change to save myself. If i did, then i'd be boring. Who cares if you think i'm boring? It's worse when I start thinking I'm boring! Besides, my attempt to change has failed miserably(understatement totally) so I'm not interested in trying again. This, is the beginning of a new beginning. Is there even such a thing?&lt;br /&gt;The other day on my way to work, 2 teenagers boarded the 980 I was on. Clearly siblings and they were accompanied by their father. The girl was holding this booklet from the Girls' Home and she continued to scribble some words in the blank spaces provided. Being human and nosy, i managed to read one question of the booklet. "What would you do if the Judge gives you another chance?"&lt;br /&gt;It was enough to tell me a lot of things as well as give me an explanation behind their father's sad face. I was pretty ashamed of being so nosy so i turned away and shifted my focus back to my music. Then the most annoying thing happened. This Cheenafied couple beside me started throwing glances at the kids. Like their(kids) problems were suddenly front page tabloid. They just stared! I had half the mind to ask them to get a grip and wash their judging brains with a dettol and bleach concoction because clearly, one anti-bacterial formula isn't enough.&lt;br /&gt;Work's been so boring lately. I have no interest in working there already. Whoever said boutiques were a cool place to work in. There's a camera watching me all the time, there are very ANNOYING new tamilans working at HomeFix and Siti isn't as sweet as she used to be. I mean suddenly they start picking in everything i do. I know i haven't been the superfast person i was before but i'm really much slower after the op. And definately much more lazy. It's probably because i've been lazing around after my op and i haven't had the chance to start running again! The only form of exercise i managed to get recently was going cycling with Vinod, Prasad and Jo. Jo seems to think that I'm some sort of alien because i don't perspire. I am not lying. Not at all. You can ask everyone who knows me well enough. I come back from my 2.4km runs with no sweat, literally. Let's just say, you brush your hands along my arms after I finish x-country's 3.2km, you'd think i smeared powder all over my arms. Not kidding. Haha. So i'm some sort of strange creature according to them because they walked me back yest and i was jumping and running around with Jo's cap tightly on my head with my fringe hanging loose(attempting to break into a sweat) all the way from Serangoon to Farrer Park and still smelling like i just came out from my shower. I know it's some kind of medical condition but it's working in my favour you see. Because i smell good all the time, there's no pressure of BO problems in the scorching heat! Okay enough of my special alien abilities. Prasad just called and asked me to head down to Dhivya's place to give her a surprise but i can't since i came back at 330am this morning. I don't see why my parents yell at me because I'm really independent? Since I was in primary school actually. They refuse to give me the housekeys. My mum even accused me of taking some money from somewhere i didn't even know existed. Not like i care for anything like that anymore. These days, fun seems to be free and easy. I'm broke as hell because i shopped so much at the beginning of the month. But then again, money will come and go. So mine's gone. I'm planning to switch jobs. I have to diversify. Need to start saving more for uni and this job is giving me peanuts. Besides, i don't like snooty north indians and indian expats who walk in and act all " Oh i can afford this but you can't cause you're like working here". Seriously. And of course there are the munjens who come in and comment on EVERYTHING and about how this is too heavy and that is too shiny. If you have so much to say then stop buying indian stuff because they look so pretty and sexy. They look pretty and sexy on the people who are meant to wear em. They're novelty to you and everyday to us so quit complaining lurh. And you know what's the worst part of this job? Having to tolerate them CONSTANTLY nagging at you. I'm contemplating on leaving this job but Ruma said full time pay will come in about 2 months? Like the months leading up to Deepavali. That would make me a little better off but even that's unstable you see. With the current shit economy, people might downgrade from Ruma's to Tekka or something. Seriously paying $400 for a suit in the peak period is just NOT worth it anymore! Especially in current times! But then again, the suits look amazing. The moment you step into the shop and browse the collection, anything from Tekka will seem cheapskate. That worries me a lot actually. Because i'm never fussy about what i buy but now i automatically see the difference whether i wish to or not.&lt;br /&gt;I finally spoke to Yamunah today. We've been like communicating to FB comments and all and this is the first time i've actually spoken to her properly. She's seems amazingly interesting and extremely crafty! Something you don't find in girls these days. Either ways, i'm glad i spoke to her because i've found another interesting individual. She has a blogshop where she sells handmade cards and flowers! &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;http://www.prettyhandmadecards.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; So check her out for pretty, personalised presents!&lt;br /&gt;I just thought about running out of the house and taking the keys with me but i decided against it within the very same minute.&lt;br /&gt;Alright guys! I'm off to watch a movie and then to bed because i have WORK tomorrow. Mid-week is here. It's mid June too. Damn time flies. Good night babies.&lt;br /&gt;LoveLots,&lt;br /&gt;Ragini(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4161734151113342658-9210094990640742333?l=laceandleatherr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laceandleatherr.blogspot.com/feeds/9210094990640742333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4161734151113342658&amp;postID=9210094990640742333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161734151113342658/posts/default/9210094990640742333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161734151113342658/posts/default/9210094990640742333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laceandleatherr.blogspot.com/2009/06/whos-she-kidding.html' title='Who&apos;s she kidding?'/><author><name>Revethi aka Revv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03826728198333337112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4161734151113342658.post-5319542465384950600</id><published>2009-06-13T08:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T09:24:05.402+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Ragini</title><content type='html'>It sucks for me to communicate with you through the blog but I wanna tell you stuff that I can't SMS to you, because it's too long and I hardly see you on MSN so, here it is.&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, I have no idea what incidents have occurred to make you feel like you do but you have outrageous opinions about yourself. You think that there's something wrong with you; You're immature; You're a backstabber; You're a bitch; You're a jealous monster; You're weird. I'm sure there's more but seriously? SERIOUSLY? You truly believe you're all that, because I for one, do not.&lt;br /&gt;You think you're immature but I've seen the way you took responsibility when your parents were in Thailand. YOU took charge. YOU took care of your siblings. YOU kept your house clean. Amidst all that YOU had to deal with school. Do you seriously think an immature person would have been able to pull that off? Rags, you have tons of maturity in you. Sure, you act crazy/childish sometimes but that's just the kind of person you are and there's absolutely nothing wrong with that.&lt;br /&gt;Backstabbing &amp;amp; bitching. Everyone does it. I do it and you do it, but you get shit for it, whilst I don't, because you have the guts to do it openly or come clean after you've done it. That makes you a better person, Rags.&lt;br /&gt;As for jealousy.. You wouldn't be human without it. Everyone in this world is always wanting something. Why do you reproach yourself for something like that?&lt;br /&gt;So I don't care what you've been doing or what has been happening to you. It doesn't change the kind of person you are: Straightforward, truthful, responsible and the best of all, you're an amazing friend. I mean, just see what you did at the tagboard.&lt;br /&gt;One last thing. In a few years time, I want to see you as a Singapore girl, because I know that's what you want to be and that's what I want you to be. Stop wanting to lead the 'normal' life. Knowing you, you'd probably die of boredom.&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Revethi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HYF8cUlbs3I&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HYF8cUlbs3I&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/a&gt; - For you, Rags.&lt;br /&gt;Watch that in a friendship way- I ain't lesbian :|&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4161734151113342658-5319542465384950600?l=laceandleatherr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laceandleatherr.blogspot.com/feeds/5319542465384950600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4161734151113342658&amp;postID=5319542465384950600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161734151113342658/posts/default/5319542465384950600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161734151113342658/posts/default/5319542465384950600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laceandleatherr.blogspot.com/2009/06/dear-ragini.html' title='Dear Ragini'/><author><name>Revethi aka Revv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03826728198333337112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4161734151113342658.post-4499559084553659868</id><published>2009-06-13T02:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T02:39:16.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>proud to be, unhappy?</title><content type='html'>I'm throughly unhappy with my life and myself. Through and through. I know no one can make me feel better and i don't seem to mind that anymore. Sometimes it feels like i'm some sort of mental patient. Like the kind that can't seem to figure out what's wrong with her. Vanitha told me just now that i don't deserve this and that i should let it go. She spent so much of time telling me despite knowing at i'll come crying back again and again and again. But as usual, I don't listen. Maybe I've offended her and i'm sorry Vanitha. I'm just as sorry Vithya because you try just as hard to keep me out of trouble but it just never seems to work ah. It's not them. It's all me. I don't understand the concept of living life the way the generations before have lived. I don't understand how i'm supposed to mature physically and emotionally. I don't think i'll ever get out of this phase actually. Someone once told me that they'd die if they heard things about themselves the way i did. But i'm still here? I don't feel any shame. No remorse. I feel hurt over insignificant things and people. Hurt= hurt to the ego. I'm always unhappy to have what i have. I question myself about the way i look,act or feel. The worst part of it all? I get jealous. Of everyone, everything. I get jealous because i want what they have. Know the saying, having everything but feeling like you have nothing? It's like i know and then i feel two totally opposing things. You know how Vithya and Vanitha always tell me I'm such a beautiful person? They're the only ones who do. Somehow no one else says things like that too me. Which is why no matter how much friction i have with these two, i tend to try to ease them quickly because i don't want to lose the only people who pamper my inflating ego. Although with Vanitha i take a little longer because the insulting has to die down first. Lol. But yeah, back to the point. She went off saying she felt sad for me. No one has ever said that to me. And now it's got me thinking. Maybe i'll go with the norm for once? Have a stable boyfriend, work and then hang out with friends. Look forward to university or something. I know it seems like something i'll never end up doing but i think i'll put my mind to it this time. I can try right? No harm trying to be normal? Why let drama come looking for you when you can end it all and lead a simple little life? What's the point of being some backstabbing bitch(which i am and you all know it so please dont pretend like you don't) and creating chaos everywhere? Being interesting and intriguing is no longer important. What's important is that people believe in you. As of now, i dont think anyone does and it's not surprising either. Haha. In any case, if anyone feels like talking to me after this post, please call/sms/msn with me. I could use the company. For someone with heck a lot of superficial friends and a small handful of real ones, i'm surprisingly lonely. I know it may seem like a joke to people when i say i want to be a little less weird and more normal but give me a chance man! I've been some bitch my whole life, i need time to become human. Haha! Okay now i'm just making a joke out of myself. Sorry Shanthini for dragging you into the drama on my blog. I've been a big bitch to you too btw and you know it. Try not to be so sweet to me. It might be good for you because i never repay kindness with kindness. The 2 Vs, stop sounding like you're giving up on me pleaseeeeeee! I'd feel lost if you guys didn't check up on me! It's a role reversal in our case you know. The teenagers advise the 20yr old on how she should handle her life. They can write a book about taming young adults. Lol. And i think Vanitha went offline because she was pissed at me. I hope you aren't! Really. I'll try to listen this time okay? I really will. My head's so heavy now. It's supposed to be light and clear. But it isn't. I'm off to start my long long weekend. Please God, make everything fall in place. By the way, the worst thing that happened to me this week was Jayam Ravi's wedding. Next thing you know they'll be saying Johnny Depp is gay or something. Okay okay i'm ranting. You know, ranting wouldn't be wrong, if your blog wasn't scrutinized all the freaking time. And Revethi, I totally share your views. Ronaldo is going to be another Becks. Kaka's going over to Real too. Now they like have a dream team or something. Oh wait, there can only be one dream team. Manchester United. Ronaldo leaving ManUtd will be the same as Beckham's departure. Insignificant after a few days. Do you think if Fergie felt like Ronaldo was such a big asset to the team, he would have let him go for 80million? It's because Fergie knows better players will come. They always do. He's being practical while Ronaldo is ruining it for himself. Beckham's pulling through with his Armani underwear commercials. Soon it'll be Ronaldo finding his fame fading. Which will be sad, because players who stay with Man Utd live forever. Just one of the perks of being loyal to a team that win or lose, always captures hearts. Night everyone!&lt;br /&gt;LoveLots,&lt;br /&gt;Ragini(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4161734151113342658-4499559084553659868?l=laceandleatherr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laceandleatherr.blogspot.com/feeds/4499559084553659868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4161734151113342658&amp;postID=4499559084553659868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161734151113342658/posts/default/4499559084553659868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161734151113342658/posts/default/4499559084553659868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laceandleatherr.blogspot.com/2009/06/proud-to-be-unhappy.html' title='proud to be, unhappy?'/><author><name>Revethi aka Revv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03826728198333337112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4161734151113342658.post-8994449522078970506</id><published>2009-06-12T08:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T09:00:24.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love you. Won't miss you.</title><content type='html'>Wello people.&lt;br /&gt;It has been barely 24 hours since the news broke and it has already reached its saturation point: Ronaldo heads to Real Madrid. Yes, it has been confirmed. I woke up feeling positively jubilant, well, not really, but I was beyond shocked when I read the news. Navin FB-ed me asking if I'm gonna support Real Madrid now. I admit, Ronaldo was a huge part as to why I became a Manchester United fan and it might be the same case for a few of you. The rest of you probably were wanting to pat Fergie's shoulder when he signed Ronaldo. But let's face it, we fell in love with the dorky, insecure Ronaldo as apposed to the Ronaldo we see now: Handsome, cocky and over-confident.&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong, I still am a fan. I still am amazed with his skills, but not so much his.... Tactics. Sure, his move would prove a significant hole in our future line-ups but I for one am kind of glad that he left. He didn't love the club. He didn't play for the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;club&lt;/span&gt;. He didn't for once score a goal for the club. It was all about him, as an individual.&lt;br /&gt;Anyone watched the United vs Barcelona match? Did you notice how moody he was? Who can forget the Manchester Derby where Ronnie threw his tracksuit on the ground after being substituted in an hour? That is total and blatant disrespect for Fergie. I couldn't believe Fergie actually defended him after that. Pathetic, I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;These are the incidents when I feel ashamed to be his fan. This is also why I'm slightly envious of Steven Gerrard's fans. As much as I hate the fellow, I can't help but wish that Ronnie would be more like him. Gerrard loves Liverpool. It's obvious. He could have left for Chelsea, gaining fame and wealth as he did. The thing is, he didn't. He stayed on only for his undying love for the club. He was a Liverpool fan as a kid and it's impressive to see that fame and wealth has not deterred that. United might have more fans than Liverpool but Liverpool definitely has much more dedicated fans, within its team and the public. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;Real Madrid has officially become the dumping ground for Fergie's rejects and rebels. Read: Beckham. Selflessness is a guiding trait of Ferguson's United. The brotherhood is all. Self-promoting players like Beckham and Ronaldo do not fit in. So, good riddance I say.&lt;br /&gt;Ronnie, I love you but I won't miss you (:&lt;br /&gt;Unhello,&lt;br /&gt;Revethi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4161734151113342658-8994449522078970506?l=laceandleatherr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laceandleatherr.blogspot.com/feeds/8994449522078970506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4161734151113342658&amp;postID=8994449522078970506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161734151113342658/posts/default/8994449522078970506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161734151113342658/posts/default/8994449522078970506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laceandleatherr.blogspot.com/2009/06/love-you-wont-miss-you.html' title='Love you. Won&apos;t miss you.'/><author><name>Revethi aka Revv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03826728198333337112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4161734151113342658.post-72532380907890788</id><published>2009-06-11T00:29:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T01:48:43.518+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love you, shoes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Shoes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello. I don't know WHY i felt like doing this but i felt it and so i'm doing it. Very random but that's how much i'm in love with all of them regardless of which woman at home uses which one most. Charles &amp;amp; Keith has a special spot in my heart. No kidding. Here goes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ybfx8uWQ-Q4/Si_kvTPPEqI/AAAAAAAAAaY/CDIAwHQFxDg/s1600-h/IMG_0618.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 192px; height: 257px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ybfx8uWQ-Q4/Si_kvTPPEqI/AAAAAAAAAaY/CDIAwHQFxDg/s320/IMG_0618.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345742783981228706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This are Maithilli's casual sandals. We were supposed to be shopping for toys for a kid's birthday but we got carried away at Vivo's outlet. This one's called guilt because she felt guilty for 3 days straight for getting em. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ybfx8uWQ-Q4/Si_mMd-68CI/AAAAAAAAAag/VRrBpMsQcGE/s1600-h/IMG_0619.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 195px; height: 261px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ybfx8uWQ-Q4/Si_mMd-68CI/AAAAAAAAAag/VRrBpMsQcGE/s320/IMG_0619.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345744384593424418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These white sandals came the moment i got my first paycheque. Casual and they go with anything. The silver details are my favourite part! This pair was from the causeway outlet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ybfx8uWQ-Q4/Si_nKo0POEI/AAAAAAAAAao/Q3gTsopMJ2s/s1600-h/IMG_0620.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 203px; height: 271px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ybfx8uWQ-Q4/Si_nKo0POEI/AAAAAAAAAao/Q3gTsopMJ2s/s320/IMG_0620.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345745452653295682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These are called Cake. Hahah. Simply because the shoes look like cakes. The little details in the front are the kind you find on fancy cakes. The first time i saw it i told Maithilli they look good enough to eat. Nuff said. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ybfx8uWQ-Q4/Si_oViuAqJI/AAAAAAAAAaw/T1HaDaaCFxg/s1600-h/IMG_0621.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ybfx8uWQ-Q4/Si_oViuAqJI/AAAAAAAAAaw/T1HaDaaCFxg/s320/IMG_0621.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345746739506751634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These, are the Dress shoes. Specifically for short dresses like Prom ones or dinner ones. Super Sexy, Super comfortable. I'm the most comfortable in heels. I can run really fast in them and well, i like the power they give you. I'mm not doing the shoes or my legs any justice in this picture but point is, you're seen em. Don't be fooled by the skinny heels. They're actually pretty hardy. Very actually. First pair of Charles &amp;amp; Keith we got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ybfx8uWQ-Q4/Si_pxuVIQgI/AAAAAAAAAa4/OHO9VwiUKDE/s1600-h/IMG_0624.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ybfx8uWQ-Q4/Si_qJvgZm5I/AAAAAAAAAbA/h7eKAgO5arE/s1600-h/IMG_0624.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ybfx8uWQ-Q4/Si_qJvgZm5I/AAAAAAAAAbA/h7eKAgO5arE/s320/IMG_0624.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345748735804152722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This, is SuperGirl. It's my way of telling you how powerful these shoes make you feel. There's a catch though. These shoes only look good on petite people and those with lean/skinny feet. Since possess neither, Maithilli wears them the most. They've got incredible balance and that shine, that shine was the reason why it came home with us. The shoes were Impossible to look away from. Still are to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ybfx8uWQ-Q4/Si_rMSH3agI/AAAAAAAAAbI/K_I2TR9K9mY/s1600-h/IMG_0625.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ybfx8uWQ-Q4/Si_rMSH3agI/AAAAAAAAAbI/K_I2TR9K9mY/s320/IMG_0625.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345749878967855618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Seriously love at first site. I couldn't have found a more sexy/kinky/pretty/comfortable pair of heels anywhere. Since i love wearing heels so much, comfort is numero uno. Of course, like Reka and Maithilli, i couldn't resist the lace. I know it's very 17th century English(Lit student you'd know) but it's SO PRETTY. I eyed it for about 2 weeks and nearly died when the lady said it might be out of stock wait let me check. You're blind if you don't like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ybfx8uWQ-Q4/Si_sz2vh5SI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/eSRSOya2l00/s1600-h/IMG_0627.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ybfx8uWQ-Q4/Si_sz2vh5SI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/eSRSOya2l00/s320/IMG_0627.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345751658324419874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These, are the Revethis. Haha. They're named after her because she chose em at the Bugis outlet. I wouldn't have taken a second look at them but she made me try the slippers and i liked them. More than i thought i would. But here's the thing. I ALWAYS fall when i'm wearing this pair. Always tripping and slipping. Funny how i fall in slippers and run in heels. Oh btw the bows are totally cute and also the most extreme Revethi factor in the shoes(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ybfx8uWQ-Q4/Si_ubX7qo1I/AAAAAAAAAbY/E88SmtM_5VA/s1600-h/IMG_0628.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ybfx8uWQ-Q4/Si_ubX7qo1I/AAAAAAAAAbY/E88SmtM_5VA/s320/IMG_0628.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345753436760220498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I call this pair the Mother's. She got it for her Graduation ceremony so it's relatively new to the family. Simple and elegant. The kind you can wear to work. Very shiny though. My mum has a knack for shiny things. Just like my sister. Like magpies. Is that how you spell it? Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ybfx8uWQ-Q4/Si_vE_PLnWI/AAAAAAAAAbg/k6ar4uborw0/s1600-h/IMG_0632.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ybfx8uWQ-Q4/Si_vE_PLnWI/AAAAAAAAAbg/k6ar4uborw0/s320/IMG_0632.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345754151685692770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These babie, are the newest members of the family and can you believe it, i got them for casual wear? Hahah. For jeans. That's how much i love heels. Mum reckons i'm going to damage my bones but hell, they look so good! These heels are Tommy Hilfiger inspired. He's an awesome designer bytheway. Like Vanitha, i too am in love with his simple is always sexy motto. I have yet to wear these babies but i'm sure they're going to look spectecular. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ybfx8uWQ-Q4/Si_wXudj8wI/AAAAAAAAAbo/3yKzW7kAc7w/s1600-h/IMG_0633.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ybfx8uWQ-Q4/Si_wXudj8wI/AAAAAAAAAbo/3yKzW7kAc7w/s320/IMG_0633.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345755573111747330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the complete Charles &amp;amp; Keith Family in my storeroom. They have so much of company dont you think? Haha. I know it's not much but they're all individuals with many many things behind each pair. Course i can't type everything out now. It's way too hot and way too late. Haha. Alright guys, i'm going off. I know i haven't blogged about much but i promise to soon. On a more depressing note, Revethi told me Petra's back at the SPCA. It's one thing to abandon an anima and another to return one you've adopted. What about i pick you for the soccer team and then i bench you and then i pick you again and then i bench you? Getting benched the first time will hurt but getting benched the second time will hurt you more. Some people should be shot. Good night.&lt;br /&gt;LoveLots,&lt;br /&gt;Ragini(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4161734151113342658-72532380907890788?l=laceandleatherr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laceandleatherr.blogspot.com/feeds/72532380907890788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4161734151113342658&amp;postID=72532380907890788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161734151113342658/posts/default/72532380907890788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161734151113342658/posts/default/72532380907890788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laceandleatherr.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-love-you-shoes.html' title='I love you, shoes.'/><author><name>Revethi aka Revv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03826728198333337112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ybfx8uWQ-Q4/Si_kvTPPEqI/AAAAAAAAAaY/CDIAwHQFxDg/s72-c/IMG_0618.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4161734151113342658.post-4800578577438049230</id><published>2009-06-10T21:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T21:55:11.955+08:00</updated><title type='text'>_ _ _ _ _!</title><content type='html'>I'm going to blog about a habit i have that's been nagging me. From inside. I'll take some pictures and then i'll blog about my babies(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4161734151113342658-4800578577438049230?l=laceandleatherr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laceandleatherr.blogspot.com/feeds/4800578577438049230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4161734151113342658&amp;postID=4800578577438049230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161734151113342658/posts/default/4800578577438049230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161734151113342658/posts/default/4800578577438049230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laceandleatherr.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post.html' title='_ _ _ _ _!'/><author><name>Revethi aka Revv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03826728198333337112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4161734151113342658.post-1662479952370116034</id><published>2009-06-09T22:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T22:24:44.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>convalescent.</title><content type='html'>Wello people.&lt;br /&gt;I'm fine if anyone's wondering. And no, M, I'm not suicidal. Lol. Anyway, Bav and I baked today. Double chocolate cake and I have to say, it's pretty darn good. Wish you people can eat it but, it's for Jo's birthday. Well, I do have another cake besides Jo's. But it's a small cake lol. I wanted to make them into cupcakes but Bav insisted otherwise. The cake deco however, turned out to be pretttyyyyyyyy gay. I'd post pics but Jo might be reading so I'll do it tmr. Nights people.&lt;br /&gt;Unhello,&lt;br /&gt;Revethi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4161734151113342658-1662479952370116034?l=laceandleatherr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laceandleatherr.blogspot.com/feeds/1662479952370116034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4161734151113342658&amp;postID=1662479952370116034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161734151113342658/posts/default/1662479952370116034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161734151113342658/posts/default/1662479952370116034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laceandleatherr.blogspot.com/2009/06/convalescent.html' title='convalescent.'/><author><name>Revethi aka Revv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03826728198333337112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4161734151113342658.post-2057633693381970812</id><published>2009-06-07T22:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T23:08:37.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>keeping faith.</title><content type='html'>Hello, i'm back after a few days. Again. Came back to blog expecting Revethi to have nice stories  about the SPCA or baking but she sounds anything but happy. My dear, just to let you know you still have friends like Vee and me to fall back on. I know you don't really like talking but talking might really help you.&lt;br /&gt;I have lotsa things to say but i don't feel like saying anythng suddenly. Good night.&lt;br /&gt;LoveLots,&lt;br /&gt;Ragini&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4161734151113342658-2057633693381970812?l=laceandleatherr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laceandleatherr.blogspot.com/feeds/2057633693381970812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4161734151113342658&amp;postID=2057633693381970812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161734151113342658/posts/default/2057633693381970812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161734151113342658/posts/default/2057633693381970812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laceandleatherr.blogspot.com/2009/06/keeping-faith.html' title='keeping faith.'/><author><name>Revethi aka Revv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03826728198333337112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4161734151113342658.post-963268434502408744</id><published>2009-06-07T19:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T19:42:04.784+08:00</updated><title type='text'>falling apart.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Daughter to father, I am broken but I am hoping.&lt;br /&gt;Daughter to father, I am crying, a part of me is dying and&lt;br /&gt;These are the confessions of a broken heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been labeled. I was a miscreant and now I know that that is what he sees me as. He always had. He always will. I have changed. I have tried time and again to make him see that. I thought he had, really. Now, I don't care anymore. I know he'll never trust me again. I am done trying to make him see otherwise. I'm done. I'm tired. Physically &amp;amp; emotionally. I have never felt so alone. I am missing her more than ever. The worst thing of it all is that noone is listening. Nobody cares. Times like these are when one realises who their true friends are. Why do I feel like I don't have any? Times like these are also when I realise and truly believe that there is no &lt;s&gt;God&lt;/s&gt; god. It is all a bunch of bullshit. I can't believe I put my faith in 'god' at one time. I should have realised that my faith was in nothingness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Revethi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4161734151113342658-963268434502408744?l=laceandleatherr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laceandleatherr.blogspot.com/feeds/963268434502408744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4161734151113342658&amp;postID=963268434502408744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161734151113342658/posts/default/963268434502408744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161734151113342658/posts/default/963268434502408744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laceandleatherr.blogspot.com/2009/06/falling-apart.html' title='falling apart.'/><author><name>Revethi aka Revv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03826728198333337112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4161734151113342658.post-2286029624744437962</id><published>2009-06-04T20:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T21:45:54.821+08:00</updated><title type='text'>checking out.</title><content type='html'>Hello everyone. I've been mia deliberately. Not that life is being terrible to me or anything. I'm just lazy to sit my ass down and update. I was on leave today. And i spent the whole day doing nothing! Woke up at 2.30pm because my brother and sister forced me to. They went over to my grandma's place for lunch first and i took my own sweet time to shower and leave. By the time i left the house, they were already on their way back. Went to have lunch at her place and then came back and ate ice-cream, Lay's and finished the ice-cream soda. I was seriously just rotting away on the couch with my laptop. Dana came over so we went down to play badminton a while. Good thing she insisted we go down and play or else i'll be on the road to regaining my spare tyre. Lol. I had absolutely nothing to do. I mean, why is it that when i'm working, i have SO MANY after work activities but when i'm not i have absolutely nothing to do?!&lt;br /&gt;Reka and i had a little birthday party we planned for Archana at the playground near my place. We made pasta with three different kinds or pasta types and honey braised chicken breast with sliced potatoes fried in butter served with fried tomatoes. For drinks we had a cocktail consisting of Sprite, Absolut Mango and pineapple chunks. Awesome food and drink and even better company. We lit candles all around the playground and spelt out  ARCH in front of our make-shift cafe. Of course she was pleasantly surprised and Reka and i each got a kiss! So we were just sitting down and having dinner and talking when Prasad calls and asks me where i am. So i said the playground then we hung up and  barely 5 mins later, both him and Vinod were there too! Monkeys seriously. We all talked a little and then we all had to go. I grabbed my bike and left with the boys to KK cause they wanted to explore the pond and all. This is the reason i love hanging out with them. They don't think it's strange for a girl to be outdoorsy and rugged despite having a well-done manicure etc. Here's where my confusion starts a little. I'm not going to talk about this because, well, I don't talk about matters that concern my feelings and all. I'm an open book to read but i'm not a teller and i hide lotsa things like the way i feel. I don't believe in love but i get girlish crushes and i'm realistic but just as dreamy. Okay so i digressed. There's nothing left for me to say now. I'm just going to go off and watch Transformers again. For Megan Fox and Bumblebee of course. If you're one of those girls who can't accept the fact that she's superhot and all your bfs are actually looking at her while watching Transformers then just too bad.  Because she IS hot and your guys ARE looking at her. Happy TGIF everyone!&lt;br /&gt;LoveLots,&lt;br /&gt;Ragini(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4161734151113342658-2286029624744437962?l=laceandleatherr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laceandleatherr.blogspot.com/feeds/2286029624744437962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4161734151113342658&amp;postID=2286029624744437962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161734151113342658/posts/default/2286029624744437962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161734151113342658/posts/default/2286029624744437962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laceandleatherr.blogspot.com/2009/06/checking-out.html' title='checking out.'/><author><name>Revethi aka Revv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03826728198333337112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4161734151113342658.post-1073308682160451038</id><published>2009-06-03T23:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T00:39:04.158+08:00</updated><title type='text'>confusion.</title><content type='html'>I have so many things to blog about i don't know where to start and i don't intend to start either.&lt;br /&gt;Ragini&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4161734151113342658-1073308682160451038?l=laceandleatherr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laceandleatherr.blogspot.com/feeds/1073308682160451038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4161734151113342658&amp;postID=1073308682160451038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161734151113342658/posts/default/1073308682160451038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161734151113342658/posts/default/1073308682160451038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laceandleatherr.blogspot.com/2009/06/confusion.html' title='confusion.'/><author><name>Revethi aka Revv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03826728198333337112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4161734151113342658.post-1857196308336118207</id><published>2009-06-03T20:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T21:13:06.647+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Utt!!</title><content type='html'>Wello people!&lt;br /&gt;I went to play badminton with Chloe and Iris in the morning, went for tuition after and then to SPCA. AND UTT WAS THERE!&lt;br /&gt;There was filming going on. A bunch of volunteers and I went to hide in the nursery. But both the camera and Utt found their way there eventually. We tried to escape but Bee and I got stuck. I was avoiding the camera as I was playing with Frodo. After Utt was done with Bee, he came to usher me out of the corner and into the full view of the camera. Then he asked me a few questions to which I answered nonsensically. I was too star struck, couldn't help myself. Hehe. Then we took a few pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs007.snc1/4168_1145655688761_1448601447_375361_3081726_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 302px; height: 226px;" src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs007.snc1/4168_1145655688761_1448601447_375361_3081726_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hehe. I saw Utt leave as I was going to refill my waterbottle and he waved and said "Bye!" My mouth was full of water so all I could do was like wave. Erghh. Embarrassing much. K that's all for now. Be good.&lt;br /&gt;Unhello,&lt;br /&gt;Revethi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4161734151113342658-1857196308336118207?l=laceandleatherr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laceandleatherr.blogspot.com/feeds/1857196308336118207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4161734151113342658&amp;postID=1857196308336118207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161734151113342658/posts/default/1857196308336118207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161734151113342658/posts/default/1857196308336118207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laceandleatherr.blogspot.com/2009/06/utt.html' title='Utt!!'/><author><name>Revethi aka Revv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03826728198333337112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
