<?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-5014628239449073488</id><updated>2011-07-08T02:49:42.569-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crimson Valley</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-darla.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5014628239449073488/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-darla.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Darla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02376710278528036302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h-2maBWnNiY/Sne3Um04U3I/AAAAAAAAAAw/g9UioW-_Yus/S220/1_873839737l.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5014628239449073488.post-5789880782272424215</id><published>2009-12-29T02:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T02:18:19.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;www.stealstellar.tumblr.com&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5014628239449073488-5789880782272424215?l=the-darla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-darla.blogspot.com/feeds/5789880782272424215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-darla.blogspot.com/2009/12/www.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5014628239449073488/posts/default/5789880782272424215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5014628239449073488/posts/default/5789880782272424215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-darla.blogspot.com/2009/12/www.html' title=''/><author><name>Darla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02376710278528036302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h-2maBWnNiY/Sne3Um04U3I/AAAAAAAAAAw/g9UioW-_Yus/S220/1_873839737l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5014628239449073488.post-8784340248381548963</id><published>2009-12-28T09:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T09:15:52.417-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Please dont make me laugh. Please dont make me have sugar rush. Please dont make me stare at your smile. Please dont stand so close to me. Please dont make me look forward to your text or your nagging of asking me to sleep. Please dont cos I dont want to get addicted.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually ate my dinner. I actually laugh out loud in town. I actually smile from the heart. I actually had fun today. Its nice being able to do that all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bottomline I think you're a really nice friend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5014628239449073488-8784340248381548963?l=the-darla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-darla.blogspot.com/feeds/8784340248381548963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-darla.blogspot.com/2009/12/please-dont-make-me-laugh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5014628239449073488/posts/default/8784340248381548963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5014628239449073488/posts/default/8784340248381548963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-darla.blogspot.com/2009/12/please-dont-make-me-laugh.html' title=''/><author><name>Darla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02376710278528036302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h-2maBWnNiY/Sne3Um04U3I/AAAAAAAAAAw/g9UioW-_Yus/S220/1_873839737l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5014628239449073488.post-8169568931305552936</id><published>2009-12-26T11:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T11:44:28.715-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h-2maBWnNiY/SzZmO0cmHWI/AAAAAAAAAF4/GN6f4HCngPQ/s1600-h/sleepy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 175px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h-2maBWnNiY/SzZmO0cmHWI/AAAAAAAAAF4/GN6f4HCngPQ/s320/sleepy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419631606369754466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h-2maBWnNiY/SzZmOhz-_1I/AAAAAAAAAFw/EiE7KOPV4pw/s1600-h/zzzzzzzz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h-2maBWnNiY/SzZmOhz-_1I/AAAAAAAAAFw/EiE7KOPV4pw/s320/zzzzzzzz.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419631601367580498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B: *sings muse song* And our tempe is running out. Our tempe is running out.&lt;br /&gt;D: WTF?! diam lah! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just because of the fact that I read temper as tempe(the tempe in sambal goreng), this bugger just have to add in all the tempe word inside every sentence in our conversation. Irritating moron!hahahhha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant wait for Christmas party tomorrow. Recycling my nova dress and ready to wear that heels. hehehe. Now Im in need of sleep unlike someone who wakes up at 4pm! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5014628239449073488-8169568931305552936?l=the-darla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-darla.blogspot.com/feeds/8169568931305552936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-darla.blogspot.com/2009/12/b-sings-muse-song-and-our-tempe-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5014628239449073488/posts/default/8169568931305552936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5014628239449073488/posts/default/8169568931305552936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-darla.blogspot.com/2009/12/b-sings-muse-song-and-our-tempe-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Darla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02376710278528036302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h-2maBWnNiY/Sne3Um04U3I/AAAAAAAAAAw/g9UioW-_Yus/S220/1_873839737l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h-2maBWnNiY/SzZmO0cmHWI/AAAAAAAAAF4/GN6f4HCngPQ/s72-c/sleepy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5014628239449073488.post-6345378749584864932</id><published>2009-12-24T08:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T08:55:40.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A sudden wave of sadness filled within as I sat and watch the people passing by. Holdin hands, hugging their loved ones coming back to home. Home. Something that Ive not been at for a while. My thoughts have been running evrywhere. To find a reason to stop running. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas. Christmas reminds me of those times that we took lots of pictures by the streets. Those picturs that are filled with so much love. Love that I swore to myself that I would never throw it away. Love was once my motivation. Now love is crumbling away as the days pass by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life lately revolves a lot of people. They said its good for me so I wont think. But not me. Nope. I needed that silence. The silence for me to find my way back home and my way back to life. My own space where I dont need to put on that brave front pretending that Im strong like how always pictured myself to be. Nope. Im never strong. Im forced to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only person who has always seen me crumble is him. The one person that I let my heart into. I had sometimes wished he would be stroking my hair, making stupid lame jokes at that very momment. Or probably we would be smoking outside my house smoking while we bitch about others. No. That would never happen. This time he set his heart and Im forcing myself to set mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nathalie asked me today how Im doing. I wished I could just cry again and tell her that my mind is going crazy and Ive cut myself so many times while slicing the lemon and burn my hand while steaming milk. I almost board the wrong bus. But I just cant. I dont know why. Sometimes I wished I knew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ive always been that person who has difficulties telling what Im thinking truthfully. Most of the time, I made some reasonable excuses to escape that million dollar question. I wished I wasnt that dark sometimes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My head. It needs to stop running. Stop thinking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along the way I found out what I really needed. His real reason to the break up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5014628239449073488-6345378749584864932?l=the-darla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-darla.blogspot.com/feeds/6345378749584864932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-darla.blogspot.com/2009/12/sudden-wave-of-sadness-filled-within-as.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5014628239449073488/posts/default/6345378749584864932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5014628239449073488/posts/default/6345378749584864932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-darla.blogspot.com/2009/12/sudden-wave-of-sadness-filled-within-as.html' title=''/><author><name>Darla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02376710278528036302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h-2maBWnNiY/Sne3Um04U3I/AAAAAAAAAAw/g9UioW-_Yus/S220/1_873839737l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5014628239449073488.post-4072821323344830662</id><published>2009-12-21T20:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T20:29:19.721-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h-2maBWnNiY/SzBKEBK4ABI/AAAAAAAAAFY/zA0jjaZDpFY/s1600-h/13940_1317178006932_1155199653_30967439_3111241_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h-2maBWnNiY/SzBKEBK4ABI/AAAAAAAAAFY/zA0jjaZDpFY/s320/13940_1317178006932_1155199653_30967439_3111241_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417911784620687378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h-2maBWnNiY/SzBKEknXyzI/AAAAAAAAAFo/KOTiT8fe8Aw/s1600-h/13940_1317178766951_1155199653_30967457_1915284_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h-2maBWnNiY/SzBKEknXyzI/AAAAAAAAAFo/KOTiT8fe8Aw/s320/13940_1317178766951_1155199653_30967457_1915284_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417911794135452466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h-2maBWnNiY/SzBKEaeDX0I/AAAAAAAAAFg/AZ5d97q0qsA/s1600-h/13940_1317178486944_1155199653_30967450_3145490_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h-2maBWnNiY/SzBKEaeDX0I/AAAAAAAAAFg/AZ5d97q0qsA/s320/13940_1317178486944_1155199653_30967450_3145490_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417911791412010818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" eh eh eh tasha my leg getting shorter"&lt;br /&gt;" EH EH TANX THANX muacks muacks muacks"&lt;br /&gt;" Eh Ibbbbb!!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;" I never fucking cry in front of my friends before"&lt;br /&gt;" diandanidanidian"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sounds familiar?&lt;br /&gt;its a secret i never tell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5014628239449073488-4072821323344830662?l=the-darla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-darla.blogspot.com/feeds/4072821323344830662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-darla.blogspot.com/2009/12/eh-eh-eh-tasha-my-leg-getting-shorter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5014628239449073488/posts/default/4072821323344830662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5014628239449073488/posts/default/4072821323344830662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-darla.blogspot.com/2009/12/eh-eh-eh-tasha-my-leg-getting-shorter.html' title=''/><author><name>Darla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02376710278528036302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h-2maBWnNiY/Sne3Um04U3I/AAAAAAAAAAw/g9UioW-_Yus/S220/1_873839737l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h-2maBWnNiY/SzBKEBK4ABI/AAAAAAAAAFY/zA0jjaZDpFY/s72-c/13940_1317178006932_1155199653_30967439_3111241_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5014628239449073488.post-4323458137320749049</id><published>2009-12-21T20:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T20:22:44.794-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h-2maBWnNiY/SzBI1x0l1YI/AAAAAAAAAFI/SZiPX2gTiUg/s1600-h/10838_200061832503_534362503_3045625_6953720_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h-2maBWnNiY/SzBI1x0l1YI/AAAAAAAAAFI/SZiPX2gTiUg/s320/10838_200061832503_534362503_3045625_6953720_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417910440470893954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h-2maBWnNiY/SzBI2Ixxs0I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/4XWtyWX_YOI/s1600-h/10838_200061847503_534362503_3045628_1911107_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h-2maBWnNiY/SzBI2Ixxs0I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/4XWtyWX_YOI/s320/10838_200061847503_534362503_3045628_1911107_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417910446633104194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h-2maBWnNiY/SzBI1m_pjsI/AAAAAAAAAFA/ZgLffZU91FQ/s1600-h/10838_200061807503_534362503_3045620_4786933_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h-2maBWnNiY/SzBI1m_pjsI/AAAAAAAAAFA/ZgLffZU91FQ/s320/10838_200061807503_534362503_3045620_4786933_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417910437564485314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rain or shine, they are there no matter what. Soaring high or underneath below, the first person who knows how I feel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5014628239449073488-4323458137320749049?l=the-darla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-darla.blogspot.com/feeds/4323458137320749049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-darla.blogspot.com/2009/12/rain-or-shine-they-are-there-no-matter.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5014628239449073488/posts/default/4323458137320749049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5014628239449073488/posts/default/4323458137320749049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-darla.blogspot.com/2009/12/rain-or-shine-they-are-there-no-matter.html' title=''/><author><name>Darla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02376710278528036302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h-2maBWnNiY/Sne3Um04U3I/AAAAAAAAAAw/g9UioW-_Yus/S220/1_873839737l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h-2maBWnNiY/SzBI1x0l1YI/AAAAAAAAAFI/SZiPX2gTiUg/s72-c/10838_200061832503_534362503_3045625_6953720_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5014628239449073488.post-4065763491565918952</id><published>2009-12-20T01:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T01:39:18.049-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thousands thoughts running through my head yet no precise words to express everything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I would never bear to fill my heart with that much hatred. But today I just did. Its more than just hatred. Its disgust. As much as Im disgusted at myself for friday, atleast I have some pride and courage in me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant believe that Im such a fool to cry that much. No wait. To even cried like fuck infront of others. There I was walking alone in the rain with no shoes on, crying and begging, clutching my phone. As far as Im concerned, I never wail infront of my friends. The last time I did that, it was 4 years ago.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I made a pact with myself. Not to look and turn back. As much as I really want to, I should never and must never look back. I would rather lead a lonely and boring life rather than have my heart placed on a thread. No amount of rain nor no amount of killers song will make me go teary again. Enough is enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im home from my best cousin wedding. I sneak away from everyone cos I needed space to breath. The camera man keep forcing us to take pictures and honestly, Im not in any mood for picture taking. Mom and Dad is being the best. Helping me to escape just so I could go home and pack his stuff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a last errand to do. To pack his stuff, eraze everything within my sight and memories and never look at them again. Tomorrow is the day I start being single. COngratulations Tasha. You earn it.&lt;br /&gt;I had wanted to say a lot of other stuff. More of my last words but then again, its not worth my time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye stellar. Goodbye Modker.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5014628239449073488-4065763491565918952?l=the-darla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-darla.blogspot.com/feeds/4065763491565918952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-darla.blogspot.com/2009/12/thousands-thoughts-running-through-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5014628239449073488/posts/default/4065763491565918952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5014628239449073488/posts/default/4065763491565918952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-darla.blogspot.com/2009/12/thousands-thoughts-running-through-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Darla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02376710278528036302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h-2maBWnNiY/Sne3Um04U3I/AAAAAAAAAAw/g9UioW-_Yus/S220/1_873839737l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5014628239449073488.post-3594263387177497004</id><published>2009-12-16T05:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T05:45:18.158-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h-2maBWnNiY/SyjhfJaiYLI/AAAAAAAAAE4/94bavFa3cok/s1600-h/n534362503_1417877_7933.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h-2maBWnNiY/SyjhfJaiYLI/AAAAAAAAAE4/94bavFa3cok/s320/n534362503_1417877_7933.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415826477132439730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My two best friend gave me a suprise visit at work. Yes one just flew back from Sydney last night and came to meet me today. It was really sweet. No words in the whole universe could describe how much that meant to me. Pictures from today are all in Siti's camera. Will upload once I got them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im not gonna rant so much here. Work was really tiring today. Im really in need of sleep. Morning shift again tomorrow and Friday. Thank god Im doing bar. Oh and guess what? Pay is in.....!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5014628239449073488-3594263387177497004?l=the-darla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-darla.blogspot.com/feeds/3594263387177497004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-darla.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-two-best-friend-gave-me-suprise.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5014628239449073488/posts/default/3594263387177497004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5014628239449073488/posts/default/3594263387177497004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-darla.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-two-best-friend-gave-me-suprise.html' title=''/><author><name>Darla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02376710278528036302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h-2maBWnNiY/Sne3Um04U3I/AAAAAAAAAAw/g9UioW-_Yus/S220/1_873839737l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h-2maBWnNiY/SyjhfJaiYLI/AAAAAAAAAE4/94bavFa3cok/s72-c/n534362503_1417877_7933.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5014628239449073488.post-2333082703841064774</id><published>2009-12-15T08:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T08:23:25.575-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h-2maBWnNiY/Syez-tVLdrI/AAAAAAAAAEg/T6zvhA6sDK8/s1600-h/3044131692_42fe0bc47e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h-2maBWnNiY/Syez-tVLdrI/AAAAAAAAAEg/T6zvhA6sDK8/s320/3044131692_42fe0bc47e.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415494966837999282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rainy days make my head filled with thoughts. Its good though. I needed that. I needed my head to sink back to reality. Past days had been great. More than just great. It was awesome. Still reality is reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat back watching the rain. Wondering what would I be doing right now on a normal rainy day with you. Would we be watching dvds at my place. Or would we be under the flyover, waiting for the rain to stop. It made me sad for a second but Im not regretting whatever Ive did. Its for the best although at times it still hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway photoshoot was cancel due to the heavy downpour. We end up playing hangman on iphone. It got us excited. Haha. I didnt know that straw was under the category of food. Oh and I was supposed to be on a vege diet but I absent mindedly ate siew mai. Im such a failure at dieting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5014628239449073488-2333082703841064774?l=the-darla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-darla.blogspot.com/feeds/2333082703841064774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-darla.blogspot.com/2009/12/rainy-days-make-my-head-filled-with.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5014628239449073488/posts/default/2333082703841064774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5014628239449073488/posts/default/2333082703841064774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-darla.blogspot.com/2009/12/rainy-days-make-my-head-filled-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Darla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02376710278528036302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h-2maBWnNiY/Sne3Um04U3I/AAAAAAAAAAw/g9UioW-_Yus/S220/1_873839737l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h-2maBWnNiY/Syez-tVLdrI/AAAAAAAAAEg/T6zvhA6sDK8/s72-c/3044131692_42fe0bc47e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5014628239449073488.post-3421366577154159820</id><published>2009-12-14T07:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T07:42:03.289-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Woah its been super long huh. It feels like forever since I last write. Honestly it even feels weird yet still thrill to be typing here. Exaggerating much? Hahaha. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h-2maBWnNiY/SyZWXgi4HsI/AAAAAAAAAEY/1FYxMLkU9tM/s1600-h/DSC00356.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h-2maBWnNiY/SyZWXgi4HsI/AAAAAAAAAEY/1FYxMLkU9tM/s320/DSC00356.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415110563832798914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways last weekend had been a really tiring one. I had work on Friday which as usual was tiring but supper after work till 3 am paid it off. Talking about supper, I had dinner with them at Brewerks. I had no idea that we were gong to Brewerks. All I knew was that we were going to have dinner and the next thing I know, we were on the bus to Clarke quay. So much for their happy hour. Our bill total up to 240++. I was already grinning like an idiot by the end of the dinner as you can see the picture above. Hee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than Brewerks, I had dinner and drinks at Uncle Mel's place. It felt like I was having dinner at upper east side. Place is huge. Martinis were served as though its water. Beside the Christmas tree is huge and bright! We had waffles with ice cream for desert. Now that explains the huge tummy I had by the end of the night. Oh and we had movie marathon later on in the night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough about last weekend. Its this weekend Im looking forward to. Tee Hee Hee. Not gonna say much but Im pretty sure most of you could already guess it out. Goodnight people. Im so sleepy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tmrw is photoshoot and I have pimples. MAKE UP!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5014628239449073488-3421366577154159820?l=the-darla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-darla.blogspot.com/feeds/3421366577154159820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-darla.blogspot.com/2009/12/woah-its-been-super-long-huh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5014628239449073488/posts/default/3421366577154159820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5014628239449073488/posts/default/3421366577154159820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-darla.blogspot.com/2009/12/woah-its-been-super-long-huh.html' title=''/><author><name>Darla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02376710278528036302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h-2maBWnNiY/Sne3Um04U3I/AAAAAAAAAAw/g9UioW-_Yus/S220/1_873839737l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h-2maBWnNiY/SyZWXgi4HsI/AAAAAAAAAEY/1FYxMLkU9tM/s72-c/DSC00356.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
