<?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-7678190</id><updated>2012-01-20T23:51:39.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BLOOD</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678190/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678190/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Christina Kaulitz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zYC_KR0JDFM/TbMb-T7OjbI/AAAAAAAABdc/G9Hr_LRYi5c/s220/87.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1196</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678190.post-4554335968939209066</id><published>2012-01-16T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T21:45:54.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 110px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t4_WNbgTDqM/TxQp7tVgkGI/AAAAAAAABkc/KXufKPOnusU/s400/tumblr_lxs08zeTid1qbpwzeo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why cant you be the one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678190-4554335968939209066?l=bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com/feeds/4554335968939209066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678190&amp;postID=4554335968939209066&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678190/posts/default/4554335968939209066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678190/posts/default/4554335968939209066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com/2012/01/why-cant-you-be-one.html' title=''/><author><name>Christina Kaulitz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zYC_KR0JDFM/TbMb-T7OjbI/AAAAAAAABdc/G9Hr_LRYi5c/s220/87.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t4_WNbgTDqM/TxQp7tVgkGI/AAAAAAAABkc/KXufKPOnusU/s72-c/tumblr_lxs08zeTid1qbpwzeo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678190.post-1986037009511962513</id><published>2012-01-16T21:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T21:36:58.574+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it hurts. it hurts. it hurts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678190-1986037009511962513?l=bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com/feeds/1986037009511962513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678190&amp;postID=1986037009511962513&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678190/posts/default/1986037009511962513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678190/posts/default/1986037009511962513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com/2012/01/it-hurts.html' title=''/><author><name>Christina Kaulitz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zYC_KR0JDFM/TbMb-T7OjbI/AAAAAAAABdc/G9Hr_LRYi5c/s220/87.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678190.post-7416550773274496037</id><published>2012-01-14T23:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-14T23:29:08.779+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspiration</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 281px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KxWrZvB7f60/TxGdZ-uYGwI/AAAAAAAABkE/nrfZwuSTvIs/s400/warby-parker-2011-eyeglasses-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 305px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TbUXqGc1ytc/TxGdaP_qLrI/AAAAAAAABkQ/AuJXtXWTgaw/s400/image.aspx.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray that I don't lose my focus of my studies, I have only 6 weeks left till assessment and then it's time for specialism! So far so good and I'm proud of myself! :&gt; Oh, and I can't wait for my FIRST planned birthday party after 19 years of my life loololol. The only time when I had birthday parties it was when I was little and my mom just invited her friends and their children over. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, I am just SO EXCITED to be able to celebrate with ALL MY FRIENDS.&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU GUYS ZOMG &lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678190-7416550773274496037?l=bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com/feeds/7416550773274496037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678190&amp;postID=7416550773274496037&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zYC_KR0JDFM/TbMb-T7OjbI/AAAAAAAABdc/G9Hr_LRYi5c/s220/87.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678190.post-2636545491223497793</id><published>2012-01-08T21:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T22:16:37.511+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What it takes to be</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 322px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Sa3eqM7t4Sk/Twmkl0Sy0UI/AAAAAAAABj4/KOWGATWTAMM/s400/tumblr_lwsh15Wl7a1r6vnypo1_500.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am stuck at no. 1. For a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678190-2636545491223497793?l=bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com/feeds/2636545491223497793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678190&amp;postID=2636545491223497793&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678190/posts/default/2636545491223497793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678190/posts/default/2636545491223497793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com/2012/01/what-it-takes-to-be.html' title='What it takes to be'/><author><name>Christina Kaulitz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zYC_KR0JDFM/TbMb-T7OjbI/AAAAAAAABdc/G9Hr_LRYi5c/s220/87.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Sa3eqM7t4Sk/Twmkl0Sy0UI/AAAAAAAABj4/KOWGATWTAMM/s72-c/tumblr_lwsh15Wl7a1r6vnypo1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678190.post-3579869720726756896</id><published>2012-01-07T01:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T01:45:43.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Penang</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 353px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VBpKIJd2RAE/TwcpCTns6cI/AAAAAAAABjc/M-JQ4V9TeT0/s400/IMG_1917.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 353px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_sHhO5ZPP0U/TwcpCrMbQWI/AAAAAAAABjs/_uW5ogti_yI/s400/IMG_1918.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 353px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SFwprPugssU/TwcpBaPiMsI/AAAAAAAABjM/cyI2hQF9qcQ/s400/IMG_1915.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JET-SKI AND PARA-SAILING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 353px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cPbfCzNHzGw/TwcpBHPJmdI/AAAAAAAABi8/W12XmghWSnA/s400/IMG_1914.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IN THE AIR NOW WHEEEEEEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 353px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--UXmH8sA9os/TwcpCeXojbI/AAAAAAAABjU/V7cTmQ5otaw/s400/IMG_1916.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazing view from the top &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, holidays will never be long enough. Spent 4D3N @ Penang in my Dec and I'm already missing the ambience of the place! Food is crazily cheap there (comparing to the prices over here...) and sooo good! D's dad had a old friend staying there, so he and his wife were really good hosts! They drove and brought us to various tourist hotspots and night markets! :&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first night I accompanied D to the nearest coffee shop to catch his live soccer match, surprisingly, I could &lt;i&gt;quite&lt;/i&gt; enjoy watching soccer matches :O &lt;br /&gt;But what stole the night was their AMAZING ROTI PRATA wtfbbqplz. Their plain roti prata comes slathered with GHEE AND SUGAR, nicely crisp and chewy insides. We ordered 2 plain, 1 egg, and 2 hot beverages and the total bill was only around 6 riggit?&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, SG, Y U NO CUM CHEAP?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second night (Yes we made use of night time to pak tor lol), we headed to a nearby roadside food center for supper! :&gt; YUM TUM! Had prawn noodles! IT WAS DELISH! IS IT ME OR FOOD JUST TASTE AWSOME WHEN YOURE ON HOLIDAY? LE SIGH. Their prawn mee comes with half boiled egg and mini shrimps. You can opt to add more ingredients that they have at their stall! AND THEIR SOUP IS SPICY. I guess that's how Penang does it, spicy prawn mee, but I slurped it up like a hungry beast cos it was too good ugh. D got some dim sum, his fav cockles and a surprise dessert! Like seriously, FRIED ICE CREAM IN SUCH A PLACE? Heart-shaped somemore leh, but it was REALLY GOOD! Like warm fried savoury puff with cold strawberry and yam ice-cream omgggggggg dying for one nao!&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA after that we walked around and came across a LOK-LOK pushcart stall. It's sometime like food on satay sticks and there's a boiling hot soup at the side of the cart where you can warm/cook it up and eat it on the spot. Pity we were full from our supper alr D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last :( 3rd night, was unforgettable! We were so hungry and dying of hunger lmao but the huge hawker center closest to us was closed! You see, we have moved on the 3rd day from the town area in Penang to the beachy area and settled @ Holiday Inn :D We saw Mac's logo from a distance and decided to settle our empty stomachs there BUT KUAKUAKUAAA--- it's actually a brand new outlet and it's not opened yet :( Damn sadded but it's alright! Cos in the end we settled at this shisha place and had fries and mint tea! Guess what, their shisha is super cheap like $10 for one? WTFFFF!! We had grape+mint flavour! In SG, they even charge you extra for combining two flavours! -.-&lt;br /&gt;The ladyboss was really nice, she came to talk to us and stuff. Her husband was from SG but came to stay here and open a stall here! Not bad I'd say. So we chillaxed till it was almost 3am and they had to close to stall hahahah, slow walk back with the toxin high in our heads!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such a pity it has to end so soon! Looking forward to future trips with friends and loved ones as well! I really really really wanna go Bali or Phuket and bask in the clear waters and sun! Wait... bask in water? Am I saying it right???????? AHAHAHA, oh anyway the waters are murky at the beaches of Penang! No one goes in there to swim. :S&lt;br /&gt;Yup my trip is devoid of photos because I am actually secretly paranoid that if I carry a camera I will look tourist-sy and therefore, an easy prey for pickpockets and ...kidnappers *shudder* ??? Well, not much of a secret now hahahah so stupid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'll conquer my fear next time! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678190-3579869720726756896?l=bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com/feeds/3579869720726756896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678190&amp;postID=3579869720726756896&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678190/posts/default/3579869720726756896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678190/posts/default/3579869720726756896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com/2012/01/penang.html' title='Penang'/><author><name>Christina Kaulitz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zYC_KR0JDFM/TbMb-T7OjbI/AAAAAAAABdc/G9Hr_LRYi5c/s220/87.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VBpKIJd2RAE/TwcpCTns6cI/AAAAAAAABjc/M-JQ4V9TeT0/s72-c/IMG_1917.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678190.post-215059789771899392</id><published>2012-01-01T02:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T02:48:12.357+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2012</title><content type='html'>Had a sumptuous dinner with family and stayed at home for the eve. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a teary start to a whole new year. &lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-6147cMe_TeM/Tv9Y6pmPbYI/AAAAAAAABiw/FeUcAGhVYeg/s640/blogger-image-379638187.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-6147cMe_TeM/Tv9Y6pmPbYI/AAAAAAAABiw/FeUcAGhVYeg/s640/blogger-image-379638187.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678190-215059789771899392?l=bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com/feeds/215059789771899392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678190&amp;postID=215059789771899392&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678190/posts/default/215059789771899392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678190/posts/default/215059789771899392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com/2012/01/2012.html' title='2012'/><author><name>Christina Kaulitz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zYC_KR0JDFM/TbMb-T7OjbI/AAAAAAAABdc/G9Hr_LRYi5c/s220/87.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-6147cMe_TeM/Tv9Y6pmPbYI/AAAAAAAABiw/FeUcAGhVYeg/s72-c/blogger-image-379638187.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678190.post-8674304659149173711</id><published>2011-12-29T01:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T01:11:17.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Gifts from beloved friends! Christmas will never fail to put a smile on anyone's face! It is a season of joy, celebration, sharing, caring and love. Best of all, since it's near to the start of a new year, it allows one to reflect,  never look back at the past, set new goals and move the hell on!! Like bleh, 2011 may have sucked but lets not only pray to make 2012 better, but MAKE IT WORK! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S, You know who you are, thanks for the very special and personalized gift. I really wish happiness for you, and please be happy because it's not worth getting hurt over me. If I deserve better, then well, you deserve the best darling. &lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-l3MpVsltUXM/TvtNryF6uUI/AAAAAAAABig/L1ZlHK62GRk/s640/blogger-image-999554749.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-l3MpVsltUXM/TvtNryF6uUI/AAAAAAAABig/L1ZlHK62GRk/s640/blogger-image-999554749.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-FgLqFnNc2ng/TvtNtHJkNdI/AAAAAAAABio/EsMF5QxZZ14/s640/blogger-image-691741393.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-FgLqFnNc2ng/TvtNtHJkNdI/AAAAAAAABio/EsMF5QxZZ14/s640/blogger-image-691741393.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678190-8674304659149173711?l=bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com/feeds/8674304659149173711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678190&amp;postID=8674304659149173711&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678190/posts/default/8674304659149173711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678190/posts/default/8674304659149173711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com/2011/12/gifts-from-beloved-friends-christmas.html' title=''/><author><name>Christina Kaulitz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zYC_KR0JDFM/TbMb-T7OjbI/AAAAAAAABdc/G9Hr_LRYi5c/s220/87.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-l3MpVsltUXM/TvtNryF6uUI/AAAAAAAABig/L1ZlHK62GRk/s72-c/blogger-image-999554749.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678190.post-4425042906889774590</id><published>2011-12-29T01:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T01:03:32.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas 11&amp;apos;</title><content type='html'>Overall, Christmas was well spent this year thou, it kinda felt it passed quite quietly and quickly :/ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hand-drawn our portrait, customized the boring wooden frame with blue lace on the corners and a merry love letter. Surprisingly, and coincidentally, he gotten our photos printed and bought a nice black velvet frame to go with it. Hehehee, I feel warm and squishy inside knowing we had similar gifts for one another. Buffet @Pariss Marina Square and alooottt of walking to burn the fats after that. &lt;3&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-6RpPA-a_LXM/TvtL2SnOj4I/AAAAAAAABiA/MdEnNvbMjtA/s640/blogger-image--475657694.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-6RpPA-a_LXM/TvtL2SnOj4I/AAAAAAAABiA/MdEnNvbMjtA/s640/blogger-image--475657694.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-PMYRWTZFuSA/TvtL3DYRwjI/AAAAAAAABiE/n8PNTrnQVHg/s640/blogger-image--128344037.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-PMYRWTZFuSA/TvtL3DYRwjI/AAAAAAAABiE/n8PNTrnQVHg/s640/blogger-image--128344037.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sqVcnvyOAsc/TvtL37TF79I/AAAAAAAABiM/Y_jih5YcHt4/s640/blogger-image--777620324.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 386px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p-wj_7QtrXE/Tuty7P6CfjI/AAAAAAAABh4/jOFFn_M7B8I/s400/tumblr_luo4cySO4a1qd60sao1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just have to keep pretending and pretending and pretending..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678190-2300699871724199505?l=bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com/feeds/2300699871724199505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678190&amp;postID=2300699871724199505&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678190/posts/default/2300699871724199505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678190/posts/default/2300699871724199505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-just-have-to-keep-pretending-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Christina Kaulitz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zYC_KR0JDFM/TbMb-T7OjbI/AAAAAAAABdc/G9Hr_LRYi5c/s220/87.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p-wj_7QtrXE/Tuty7P6CfjI/AAAAAAAABh4/jOFFn_M7B8I/s72-c/tumblr_luo4cySO4a1qd60sao1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678190.post-3794148949510161698</id><published>2011-12-15T02:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T03:02:26.827+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ulZJNs8qimk/TujxryvupCI/AAAAAAAABhg/GK6F-21KMso/s400/photo5.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Sometimes the past is something you just can’t let go of. And sometimes the past is something we’ll do anything to forget. And sometimes we learn something new about the past that changes everything we know about the present.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;— Grey’s Anatomy &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678190-3794148949510161698?l=bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com/feeds/3794148949510161698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678190&amp;postID=3794148949510161698&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678190/posts/default/3794148949510161698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678190/posts/default/3794148949510161698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com/2011/12/sometimes-past-is-something-you-just.html' title=''/><author><name>Christina Kaulitz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zYC_KR0JDFM/TbMb-T7OjbI/AAAAAAAABdc/G9Hr_LRYi5c/s220/87.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ulZJNs8qimk/TujxryvupCI/AAAAAAAABhg/GK6F-21KMso/s72-c/photo5.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678190.post-7361331822122276216</id><published>2011-12-14T01:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T01:34:11.702+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SAM (Singapore Arts Museum) with Wan Ning! Hehe headed to Purvis Street to look for Mel at her workplace and chitter-chattered for awhile cos she had to head back for work! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 more days to my long-awaited holiday! &lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-RIRkRisZK70/TueMkB3E5rI/AAAAAAAABhU/HsuVL37PMX4/s640/blogger-image-977788967.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-RIRkRisZK70/TueMkB3E5rI/AAAAAAAABhU/HsuVL37PMX4/s640/blogger-image-977788967.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678190-7361331822122276216?l=bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com/feeds/7361331822122276216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678190&amp;postID=7361331822122276216&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678190/posts/default/7361331822122276216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678190/posts/default/7361331822122276216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com/2011/12/sam-singapore-arts-museum-with-wan-ning.html' title=''/><author><name>Christina Kaulitz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zYC_KR0JDFM/TbMb-T7OjbI/AAAAAAAABdc/G9Hr_LRYi5c/s220/87.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-RIRkRisZK70/TueMkB3E5rI/AAAAAAAABhU/HsuVL37PMX4/s72-c/blogger-image-977788967.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678190.post-4524975436949151636</id><published>2011-12-12T02:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T02:52:39.989+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Deeply saddened</title><content type='html'>I dont know what I have done? Understanding that you do things that does not respect my presence is not enough to show you how much this friendship means? I risked my relationship, and because of little things, you are willing to let it ruin us? This is the best I can do. I just need you to know you can lean on me anytime you need someone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I truly mean something to you, you'll understand no matter what, not disregard it. That's all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"People say true friends must always hold hands, but true friends don't need to hold hands because they know the other hand will always be there."&lt;br /&gt;- Anonymous&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678190-4524975436949151636?l=bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com/feeds/4524975436949151636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678190&amp;postID=4524975436949151636&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678190/posts/default/4524975436949151636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678190/posts/default/4524975436949151636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com/2011/12/deeply-saddened.html' title='Deeply saddened'/><author><name>Christina Kaulitz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zYC_KR0JDFM/TbMb-T7OjbI/AAAAAAAABdc/G9Hr_LRYi5c/s220/87.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678190.post-1873835488591536437</id><published>2011-12-11T02:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T02:30:43.031+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>QQ milk tea, comes with coconut jelly and small pearls. Yummy yummy! The outlet at Dhoby Ghaut tastes better thou! Haha, bubble tea queen! &lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-un_C63-izZ8/TuOlUKvqk_I/AAAAAAAABhM/rvkjp0vWijo/s640/blogger-image-1895485114.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-un_C63-izZ8/TuOlUKvqk_I/AAAAAAAABhM/rvkjp0vWijo/s640/blogger-image-1895485114.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678190-1873835488591536437?l=bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com/feeds/1873835488591536437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678190&amp;postID=1873835488591536437&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678190/posts/default/1873835488591536437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678190/posts/default/1873835488591536437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com/2011/12/qq-milk-tea-comes-with-coconut-jelly.html' title=''/><author><name>Christina Kaulitz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zYC_KR0JDFM/TbMb-T7OjbI/AAAAAAAABdc/G9Hr_LRYi5c/s220/87.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-un_C63-izZ8/TuOlUKvqk_I/AAAAAAAABhM/rvkjp0vWijo/s72-c/blogger-image-1895485114.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678190.post-3818404094466502835</id><published>2011-12-06T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T22:08:28.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Guys don't understand how permanently damaging it is to a girl when he looks at another or cheats. Guys don't get how frail a woman's esteem is. Guys don't understand how this paranoia or insecurity or neediness carries and sticks wherever she goes .... Guys don't get how hard it is to be a girl. It's like no matter how hard we girls try, we will still never be good enough for you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True to that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678190-3818404094466502835?l=bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com/feeds/3818404094466502835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678190&amp;postID=3818404094466502835&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678190/posts/default/3818404094466502835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678190/posts/default/3818404094466502835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com/2011/12/guys-dont-understand-how-permanently.html' title=''/><author><name>Christina Kaulitz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zYC_KR0JDFM/TbMb-T7OjbI/AAAAAAAABdc/G9Hr_LRYi5c/s220/87.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678190.post-3739192769368111096</id><published>2011-11-30T19:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T19:54:48.741+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why are there such emotions like anger, hatred and disappointment?&lt;br /&gt;Why can't there only be forgiveness, understanding and compromising?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you care for someone, you are bound to get hurt, no matter how strong the love is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It never fail to tear me apart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678190-3739192769368111096?l=bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com/feeds/3739192769368111096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678190&amp;postID=3739192769368111096&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678190/posts/default/3739192769368111096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678190/posts/default/3739192769368111096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com/2011/11/why-is-there-anger-hatred-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Christina Kaulitz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zYC_KR0JDFM/TbMb-T7OjbI/AAAAAAAABdc/G9Hr_LRYi5c/s220/87.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678190.post-1568490004697157154</id><published>2011-11-29T01:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T01:56:42.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PPnNWUoziz8/TtPKQ4L60XI/AAAAAAAABgo/jLfcfWidjJQ/s400/Photo%2Bon%2B26-11-11%2Bat%2B7.58%2BPM%2B%25233.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680105946353422706" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--xYi1w6xtk8/TtPKQtb9DQI/AAAAAAAABgc/HTC76Vsb2FM/s400/Photo%2Bon%2B26-11-11%2Bat%2B7.58%2BPM.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680105943467887874" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Fy0vQMVqWS4/TtPKRYHcE9I/AAAAAAAABg0/Rp873Asem0s/s400/Photo%2Bon%2B28-11-11%2Bat%2B3.33%2BPM%2B%25233.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680105954924565458" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JfRX4ZGqUWs/TtPKRiGQEFI/AAAAAAAABhA/qsfCD6RZKkM/s400/Photo%2Bon%2B28-11-11%2Bat%2B3.33%2BPM%2B%25235.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680105957603938386" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogging, just so from years down the road, I know I'm still alive from all the bullshit. Settling for a part-time job that will grant me all my current WANTS and excessive art materials for school next year. Mundane. Strange, I can't wait to start working though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678190-1568490004697157154?l=bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com/feeds/1568490004697157154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678190&amp;postID=1568490004697157154&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678190/posts/default/1568490004697157154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678190/posts/default/1568490004697157154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com/2011/11/blogging-just-so-from-years-down-road-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Christina Kaulitz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zYC_KR0JDFM/TbMb-T7OjbI/AAAAAAAABdc/G9Hr_LRYi5c/s220/87.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PPnNWUoziz8/TtPKQ4L60XI/AAAAAAAABgo/jLfcfWidjJQ/s72-c/Photo%2Bon%2B26-11-11%2Bat%2B7.58%2BPM%2B%25233.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678190.post-6246253541313274589</id><published>2011-11-24T23:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T23:49:14.811+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The most frustrating thing is that I always fail to see how broken I already am, and I still let myself get hurt. Living for the sake of living.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678190-6246253541313274589?l=bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com/feeds/6246253541313274589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678190&amp;postID=6246253541313274589&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678190/posts/default/6246253541313274589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678190/posts/default/6246253541313274589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com/2011/11/most-frustrating-thing-is-that-i-always.html' title=''/><author><name>Christina Kaulitz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zYC_KR0JDFM/TbMb-T7OjbI/AAAAAAAABdc/G9Hr_LRYi5c/s220/87.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678190.post-1518291798678603565</id><published>2011-11-24T01:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T01:31:46.658+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 309px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MTy3gLUjGdw/Ts0tyTSBjbI/AAAAAAAABgQ/emN6v708eMk/s400/tumblr_lv31aeZEVa1qbpwzeo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still learning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678190-1518291798678603565?l=bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com/feeds/1518291798678603565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678190&amp;postID=1518291798678603565&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678190/posts/default/1518291798678603565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678190/posts/default/1518291798678603565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com/2011/11/im-still-learning.html' title=''/><author><name>Christina Kaulitz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zYC_KR0JDFM/TbMb-T7OjbI/AAAAAAAABdc/G9Hr_LRYi5c/s220/87.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MTy3gLUjGdw/Ts0tyTSBjbI/AAAAAAAABgQ/emN6v708eMk/s72-c/tumblr_lv31aeZEVa1qbpwzeo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678190.post-3582020062756909689</id><published>2011-11-20T00:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T00:34:05.991+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Your "sorry"s don't mean a thing because if they do,&lt;br /&gt;I dont see why there's a need to cry in silence.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678190-3582020062756909689?l=bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com/feeds/3582020062756909689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678190&amp;postID=3582020062756909689&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678190/posts/default/3582020062756909689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678190/posts/default/3582020062756909689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com/2011/11/your-sorrys-dont-mean-thing-because-if.html' title=''/><author><name>Christina Kaulitz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zYC_KR0JDFM/TbMb-T7OjbI/AAAAAAAABdc/G9Hr_LRYi5c/s220/87.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678190.post-5936016522036130297</id><published>2011-11-17T04:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T19:52:19.512+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Huhh this blog is so dead.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, wonder why I had the sudden urge to blog?&lt;br /&gt;Well, assessment is just next monday, and here I am, still awake, painting my canvas!&lt;br /&gt;I don't mind actually, I secretly like it, hehe. Only an exception for assessment periods lah, I not so on one, siol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0ft9zbffE3A/TsQbt96CmKI/AAAAAAAABf4/EgR5BgA90Z0/s1600/Photo%2Bon%2B14-11-11%2Bat%2B2.32%2BPM%2B%25233.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0ft9zbffE3A/TsQbt96CmKI/AAAAAAAABf4/EgR5BgA90Z0/s400/Photo%2Bon%2B14-11-11%2Bat%2B2.32%2BPM%2B%25233.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675691906919733410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8NcNEFNwZrQ/TsQbtyLRB1I/AAAAAAAABfs/SK-Euowu9Ds/s1600/Photo%2Bon%2B30-8-11%2Bat%2B7.44%2BPM%2B%25232.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8NcNEFNwZrQ/TsQbtyLRB1I/AAAAAAAABfs/SK-Euowu9Ds/s400/Photo%2Bon%2B30-8-11%2Bat%2B7.44%2BPM%2B%25232.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675691903770756946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HtCbFSPxYpQ/TsQbuQvP16I/AAAAAAAABgE/FEPO52Fm_XQ/s1600/IMG_1712.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HtCbFSPxYpQ/TsQbuQvP16I/AAAAAAAABgE/FEPO52Fm_XQ/s400/IMG_1712.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675691911974737826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Wafi came to school to surprise me hehe! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Panda 4eva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) My proudest 3D product. (I really cannot make it in 3D lah, it's really not my forte ugh) We had to bring toys and use them as our subject, developing them into another toy using only masking tape and artcard. It's meant to be a bunny with 3 holes on the back, which are actually the pods to the 3 peas! My concept was a combination of Peas-in-a-Pod and a bunny stuffed toy. Hai, damn childish but let me be happy ok? I only dare to show this to the world trololol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm 50% done with my canvas! Loving how it looks now! Set a target to finish it by Friday, and then weekends would be all the minimal stuff left to do.. Oh dear, I can smell sweet freedom coming to me but then my heart is beating 50% faster because I keep thinking I can't finish everything by Monday. I die die also must ya. &lt;br /&gt;Vhy m i tokin 2 myself.. offf to sleepeppppp&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678190-5936016522036130297?l=bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com/feeds/5936016522036130297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678190&amp;postID=5936016522036130297&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678190/posts/default/5936016522036130297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678190/posts/default/5936016522036130297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com/2011/11/huhh-this-blog-is-so-dead.html' title=''/><author><name>Christina Kaulitz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zYC_KR0JDFM/TbMb-T7OjbI/AAAAAAAABdc/G9Hr_LRYi5c/s220/87.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0ft9zbffE3A/TsQbt96CmKI/AAAAAAAABf4/EgR5BgA90Z0/s72-c/Photo%2Bon%2B14-11-11%2Bat%2B2.32%2BPM%2B%25233.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678190.post-8676262967286566036</id><published>2011-09-05T12:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T12:28:07.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HaT1OUDKsz4/TmROhXM-jCI/AAAAAAAABfk/DpuRUPh4hCo/s400/Photo%2Bon%2B24-8-11%2Bat%2B2.48%2BPM%2B%25232.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday, people mix up two words: love and like. They should never be used under the same terms, since they are NOTHING alike. When you love someone, you take the relationship onto a whole new level. It is when you see a future with that person, when you feel you can tell them anything because you feel so much trust. You feel so lucky to have that person by your side at all times. You know it is love, when you feel you never want that person to let go and leave your side. That individual, makes you so happy, makes your life worth living. It's the only person you need in your life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- love-tragedy.tumblr.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too busy with school work, le sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678190-8676262967286566036?l=bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com/feeds/8676262967286566036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678190&amp;postID=8676262967286566036&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678190/posts/default/8676262967286566036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678190/posts/default/8676262967286566036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com/2011/09/everyday-people-mix-up-two-words-love.html' title=''/><author><name>Christina Kaulitz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zYC_KR0JDFM/TbMb-T7OjbI/AAAAAAAABdc/G9Hr_LRYi5c/s220/87.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HaT1OUDKsz4/TmROhXM-jCI/AAAAAAAABfk/DpuRUPh4hCo/s72-c/Photo%2Bon%2B24-8-11%2Bat%2B2.48%2BPM%2B%25232.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678190.post-902075655613270029</id><published>2011-08-15T00:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T00:59:10.572+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src"http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/Photoon9-8-11at431PM2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src"http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/Photoon9-8-11at618PM2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src"http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/Photoon9-8-11at619PM.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My love for you grows with each passing day, along with fear, that one day, I will never hear you say and mean those three words again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really want to watch the fireworks on the beautiful rooftop of Marina Bay Sands with you next year. Actually it doesn't matter where, as long as you'll still love me the same. As long we are still standing strong together. :&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678190-902075655613270029?l=bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com/feeds/902075655613270029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678190&amp;postID=902075655613270029&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678190/posts/default/902075655613270029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678190/posts/default/902075655613270029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com/2011/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Christina Kaulitz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zYC_KR0JDFM/TbMb-T7OjbI/AAAAAAAABdc/G9Hr_LRYi5c/s220/87.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678190.post-8470587282837415759</id><published>2011-07-29T00:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T00:52:42.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Nevermind, I'll find someone like you&lt;br /&gt;I wish nothing but the best for you, too&lt;br /&gt;Don't forget me, I begged, I remembered you said&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it lasts in love, but sometimes it hurts instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it lasts in love, but sometimes it hurts instead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678190-8470587282837415759?l=bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com/feeds/8470587282837415759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678190&amp;postID=8470587282837415759&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678190/posts/default/8470587282837415759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678190/posts/default/8470587282837415759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com/2011/07/nevermind-ill-find-someone-like-you-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Christina Kaulitz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zYC_KR0JDFM/TbMb-T7OjbI/AAAAAAAABdc/G9Hr_LRYi5c/s220/87.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678190.post-1320610646306935309</id><published>2011-07-22T02:32:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T03:23:21.822+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We hold in our hearts, the sword and the faith.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 99px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CyjYMxUFtYU/TihwsyqVKdI/AAAAAAAABfc/zRvNyoEB8K4/s400/tumblr_looiehLxeL1qbpwzeo1_500.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breast friend Wafi talked some sense into me today. I guess I was selfish. He was right. Trust is a choice. My friends, my boyfriend, my family.. They are more than willing to accept my trust in them. I was just blinded by overthinking. Maybe I was just so afraid of putting my trust in anyone. I'm a sensitive person and I tend to keep it up, because I don't want anyone to feel that I'm needy or emotional. Then this bulids up till full to the brim and I just cry it all out alone, of course, without being a burden to anyone. And it goes on repeat. I guess that's how my life goes. Trust isn't just about telling all your secrets and having them keep it a hush. I'm talking about that Trust, you put into someone and believe that they will never want to hurt you physically or emotinally. That they will never make use of you or step on top of your head to gain something for themselves. That they will never badmouth and backstab you with other friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one is perfect, I admit. I'm sure everyone will have at least done one of the actions I've mention, I am guilty too. I guess that's why they say life is a risk-taker. It's either you decide to trust that person, and had em crushing that trust like a paper cup, or not trusting a person, who is totally trust-worthy? You'll never know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yknow what I'm saying? The world is too harsh for the word, Trust.&lt;br /&gt;Thinking about it, it's just so sad. How I understood the phrase, "Trust is like a mirror. Once broken, you can fix it back, but you'll still see the cracks."&lt;br /&gt;Because right now, I can still feel it. That void.&lt;br /&gt;That vague moment, sitting on the closed toilet seat in the handicapped cubicle, hiding away from everyone, listening to My Chemical Romance's Desert Song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We hold in our hearts, the sword and the faith&lt;br /&gt;Swelled up from the rain, clouds move like a wraith &lt;br /&gt;Well after all, we'll lie another day &lt;br /&gt;And through it all, we'll find some other way&lt;br /&gt;To carry on through cartilage and fluid&lt;br /&gt;And did you come&lt;br /&gt;To stare or wash away the blood?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I will and can forgive, but will never forget the moments that scar me for life. This song pulled me through, and it tells me that, yes, we'll always wonder if tomorrow every comes. It will, if you grit your teeth, pick yourself up with all the last remaining strength you have, and fight for your battle to a stronger you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is why I had the first paragraph inked.&lt;br /&gt;It tells me to always prepare myself for obstacles (swords up) and hold faith (aka shield) for people whom I love and loves me back the way I do.&lt;br /&gt;And I had it remind me that even if every last person I ever loved had betrayed me (super touch wood), I have myself and I'll fight for ME till my very last breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, I'll try to put my past aside, and learn to start trusting. Cherish every single of your loved ones before it's too late. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am ready.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678190-1320610646306935309?l=bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com/feeds/1320610646306935309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678190&amp;postID=1320610646306935309&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678190/posts/default/1320610646306935309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678190/posts/default/1320610646306935309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com/2011/07/we-hold-in-our-hearts-sword-and-faith.html' title='We hold in our hearts, the sword and the faith.'/><author><name>Christina Kaulitz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zYC_KR0JDFM/TbMb-T7OjbI/AAAAAAAABdc/G9Hr_LRYi5c/s220/87.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CyjYMxUFtYU/TihwsyqVKdI/AAAAAAAABfc/zRvNyoEB8K4/s72-c/tumblr_looiehLxeL1qbpwzeo1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678190.post-8983587987624870912</id><published>2011-07-19T01:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T01:33:48.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 107px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gD7cVyHZk3Y/TiRr0wqSP0I/AAAAAAAABfU/M1eurbhinho/s400/tumblr_lkt5hrK0TX1qjby5ko1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no one I can really trust right now.&lt;br /&gt;I tell myself all the time, I fight this battle alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678190-8983587987624870912?l=bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com/feeds/8983587987624870912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678190&amp;postID=8983587987624870912&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678190/posts/default/8983587987624870912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678190/posts/default/8983587987624870912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com/2011/07/theres-no-one-i-can-really-trust-right.html' title=''/><author><name>Christina Kaulitz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zYC_KR0JDFM/TbMb-T7OjbI/AAAAAAAABdc/G9Hr_LRYi5c/s220/87.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gD7cVyHZk3Y/TiRr0wqSP0I/AAAAAAAABfU/M1eurbhinho/s72-c/tumblr_lkt5hrK0TX1qjby5ko1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678190.post-2958093350595308062</id><published>2011-07-13T00:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T00:50:10.405+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little bunbun!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pix from last sat's Helipad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/268979_10150313703052667_602772666_9930977_4018132_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/263039_10150313703107667_602772666_9930979_3497678_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/263034_10150313703222667_602772666_9930982_1930558_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/263464_10150313703347667_602772666_9930987_4109160_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/267829_10150313703597667_602772666_9930995_8264396_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/263499_10150313703392667_602772666_9930988_390046_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jaggerboomz to start the kickoff! Amazing people to dance the night away with, can't wait for perhaps Phuture the last week of July! Then school'll start in Aug and I'll prolly tone down......... not that I party daily or weekly though lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These pictures are from Liying's btw! She's at Thailand now, coming back on Thursday I guess? Cos we are going to City Plaza again! Hehehe, I can't stop myself from shopping. Hai, money fall from somewhere leh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a mini celebration with D! Yup, it's our 3rd month, it seems so slow cos I feel like I've known him for like ages but it's only been, well &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; long. We agreed that we should go for like yearly anniversaries but I don't know, we just decided we should have something special today! We even planned for a vacation over to Phuket or Bali for our 1 year anni! Yea, the future is scary.. :l But hey, just a thought yknow?&lt;br /&gt;But anyhoo, he surprised me with a bunny doll that I've wanted for quite long now, hehe, little buns!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/IMG_1160.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/IMG_1158.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you baby boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678190-2958093350595308062?l=bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com/feeds/2958093350595308062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678190&amp;postID=2958093350595308062&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678190/posts/default/2958093350595308062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678190/posts/default/2958093350595308062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com/2011/07/little-bunbun.html' title='Little bunbun!'/><author><name>Christina Kaulitz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zYC_KR0JDFM/TbMb-T7OjbI/AAAAAAAABdc/G9Hr_LRYi5c/s220/87.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678190.post-7547190845724750308</id><published>2011-07-11T00:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T01:29:02.094+08:00</updated><title type='text'>USS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whew! Sat night was a whippin good time with the usuals @Helipad! It hurt so much in my new wedges but the pain ain't gonna make me stop dancing hehe! Anyhow, had a few hours sleep after that and had to wake up early to go USS with D and his friends :&gt;! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAD AWESOME FUN! Despite the fact that it was scorching hot.. I really enjoyed.. this time round :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/IMG_1136.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/IMG_1137.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wanted the potion bottle thingy and D bought one for me! Yay hehe! It's going to be our love potion :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/IMG_1138.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/IMG_1139.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/IMG_1140.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/IMG_1141.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y U SHO KUTE????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/IMG_1142-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/IMG_1143.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kungfu Panda! Hehehe so big and cuddly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/IMG_1144.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch @ Chilli's. D and I shared this trio platter but we still got damn full! Only the greeny fried wrap thing was nice though :( AND THIS WAS @ A PRICE OF $23.9 . DAMN! Overpriced and just average western food = pass. Maybe I should have topped $4 more for half a pork rib! Slurpsssssss..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/IMG_1145.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lollipops EVERYWHERE! Makes me happy ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been to almost every ride except for the kiddish ones, Waterworks and the water ride @Jurassic Park. Yeah such a waste, but I'm not going to wait for a ride that's a hour long! Missed the timing for Waterworks (It's a AMAZING show I bet!), so decided, well, next time! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went extreme man. I am proud to say I've sat through both Human and Cylon @Battlestar Galactica. It's no kidding, ITS EXTREME. If you're wondering which one you should go first, take Cylon, the red one. THAT, IS, FUCKING, CRAZY! Or prolly cos it's the craziest ride I've ever taken because I screamed the FUCK OUT OF MY LUNGS and I'm having sore throat now haha. I can't get over the part where it brought us the first exhilarating drop, I couldn't even scream, I just cringed my face and thank god there's no sneaky candid camera if not it's gonna be the joke of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when D's friend wanted to go to Jurassic, we gave it a miss and decided to go home and take some rest because the both of us didn't have enough sleep the night before!&lt;br /&gt;Of course on the way we had to make use of all the potential we can have at USS and took pictures with the mascots!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/IMG_1146.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woody Woodpecker's girlfriend was so mean! Look how she totally disregard me in the photo :( Plus she tapped D on his shoulders after we were done and blew his a flying kiss! I shot her in the face, "YA GONNA BE KENTUCKY FRIED CHICKEN NEXT YOU MOTHER BITCH!!!!!!!!!!!!!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naw just kidding! Hehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/IMG_1147.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/IMG_1148.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those awkward facial expressions cos Frankenstein was strangling me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/IMG_1149.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/IMG_1150.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chicago mix, Cheesecorn and Caramelcrisp! It's the sexbomb baby! Cinemas should sell sexbomb popcorns like Garret does! So far only Cathay has the best caramelised popcorns. The rest like, meh, YOU CALL THAT SWEET?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopped gracefully to my motherland, CANDYLICIOUS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/IMG_1151.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/IMG_1152.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jelly beanies! Yummmmzzzzz, should totally get toasted marshmallows! Skip the dark chocolate cos as tempting as it sounds, it's gonna disappoint you like how it did to me. *pouts*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta love candy shops! It just makes me feel so warm and giggly inside, like a fat kid surrounded by candies and chocolates :) Awwwwwwwwww..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/IMG_1153.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When that happens, wipe it off with napkins which are made from recycled materials.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/IMG_1154.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/IMG_1155.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muaks! :&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been craving the whooooole day for chicken rice! Gotta get my fix tomorrow, lunchtime! Hehehee ooo salivating now .... no! I mean, I'm just.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so random, bye! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678190-7547190845724750308?l=bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com/feeds/7547190845724750308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678190&amp;postID=7547190845724750308&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678190/posts/default/7547190845724750308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678190/posts/default/7547190845724750308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com/2011/07/uss.html' title='USS!'/><author><name>Christina Kaulitz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zYC_KR0JDFM/TbMb-T7OjbI/AAAAAAAABdc/G9Hr_LRYi5c/s220/87.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678190.post-6140584127867922046</id><published>2011-07-08T03:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T04:12:09.817+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheap thrills &amp; I'm lurrrvin' it!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So breastfriend and I headed to City Plaza for some sneak mission and I swear, stuff there are like supar CHEAP. Ok, not as cheap as BKK (ITS SHOPPING HEAVEN THERE!!), or as shiok but....... THE SHOES ARE LIKE, $16.90, $20?!?!!? And it's def what blogshops are selling out there for like 3x the price! OMG. I really want to go crazy with the shoes there but I &lt;strong&gt;have&lt;/strong&gt; to limit myself. Broke alr. IKR? Hai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/264173_10150233223080838_503585837_7453673_3884573_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O nom nom at a nice malay hawker section, too bad we were too full to try their popiah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/265063_10150233223530838_503585837_7453677_80668_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/268406_10150233223425838_503585837_7453676_4413301_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/269884_10150233224405838_503585837_7453688_2826621_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/267653_10150233223195838_503585837_7453674_843096_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/264796_10150233224185838_503585837_7453686_3743809_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/262104_10150233224315838_503585837_7453687_6909591_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/261327_10150233223930838_503585837_7453683_7325247_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/268980_10150233224510838_503585837_7453689_7889397_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/268504_10150233224765838_503585837_7453691_6207771_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/271132_10150233225405838_503585837_7453698_6617510_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/270969_10150233226715838_503585837_7453715_7435381_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/267699_10150233224865838_503585837_7453692_1023444_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go! Go! Rings power!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/263664_10150233226035838_503585837_7453706_4411777_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/262308_10150233227020838_503585837_7453717_5953551_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/263426_10150233225790838_503585837_7453704_3456577_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/263413_10150233225645838_503585837_7453703_133952_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/263785_10150233228965838_503585837_7453737_4744260_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/264054_10150233227865838_503585837_7453723_1591894_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/264430_10150233227720838_503585837_7453722_6012933_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/270568_10150233227610838_503585837_7453721_2402917_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/268554_10150233230820838_503585837_7453760_8105595_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/270051_10150233230685838_503585837_7453759_491039_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Timbre for dindin, waited for Wayne, that guy thinks he's the swag, made us wait so long for him! Anyhooo, their duck pizza was AW-to-the-SOME and so was the buffalo wings! Nice chillin' ambience, live music, booze mmmm, def coming back! What I hated the most was climbing the FREAKING STAIRS..... build elevators leh! Haha if you went up Mount Sophia you should know what I'm talking about!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uUumm umm, Helipad this sat and sun, USS with D and his friends!&lt;br /&gt;FINALLY IM HAVING AN EXCITING WEEKEND. I'm so done with work, my colleagues are saying, "aaaahhhh still so long before your school starts, come and help laaaaaa". Then I keep being soft-hearted but fuck that! I need to move on and I have no more but less than 4 weeks before my school starts. Imma enjoy my work-free life since I have a choice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nights! o-o&lt;br /&gt;         V&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678190-6140584127867922046?l=bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com/feeds/6140584127867922046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678190&amp;postID=6140584127867922046&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678190/posts/default/6140584127867922046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678190/posts/default/6140584127867922046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com/2011/07/cheap-thrills-im-lurrrvin-it.html' title='Cheap thrills &amp; I&apos;m lurrrvin&apos; it!'/><author><name>Christina Kaulitz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zYC_KR0JDFM/TbMb-T7OjbI/AAAAAAAABdc/G9Hr_LRYi5c/s220/87.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678190.post-8761350051610571658</id><published>2011-07-04T14:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T14:45:15.849+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Espacade/Photoshoot preview!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yupppp FINALLY A PROPER UPDATE!&lt;br /&gt;Sucks to have my com down, no photoshop means no photos! I don't like posting something not photoshopped cos I like photos in their best quality :D Plus the fact that my Olympus DSLR sucks. Nuff said! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/6140597-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/6140588-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big ass photos of me and my contact lens are from BKK! Love them! But scary cos don't know where they are originated from O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/6140604-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/6140602-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/6140607-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/6140609-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/6140608-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/6140616.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/6140614.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pepper Lunch for dindin! Can never have enough of it! Oh, and notice my rabbit-wrap-ard-finger ring and unicorn ring? Both went missing! It's really sad cos I got em from BKK as well. I even dreamt about finding the both of them ....somewhere.. :( No idea where I left it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/6140620.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/6140621.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Art tease... meh. I threw mine halfway done. Btw, it was GREEN milk tea, where's the green? O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/6140626.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wafi: YSL top, Red cape blazer, Black jeans, Dr Martens and Polka dots socks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wafi and I decided to try out Blue Jaz @ Arab St but decided to forgo it and settle at a more quieter place @ Espacade! Lucky us got to get the seats on top and guess who we saw? Jessica Liu! How can anyone look so perfect? Hai. Boyfriend, Liying, Zinnia and Derrick joined us all for sheesha and chitchats. Nothing is better than loved ones and friends, right? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few months back I asked Wafi, "Hey, what if WE started a blogshop? It'll definately be something different from the rest." And he told me that Liying and him have raised this topic as well. And we made use of the chance we had since we went BKK last month and sourced for suppliers. It all just happened so quickly, we are going to start a BLOGSHOP! I'm excited much! Just last week we had a photoshoot, and heres a few of my favourite! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1193.photobucket.com/albums/aa352/fashionxrunaway/2B.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1193.photobucket.com/albums/aa352/fashionxrunaway/9C.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1193.photobucket.com/albums/aa352/fashionxrunaway/8A.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1193.photobucket.com/albums/aa352/fashionxrunaway/4B.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1193.photobucket.com/albums/aa352/fashionxrunaway/10A.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1193.photobucket.com/albums/aa352/fashionxrunaway/11B.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1193.photobucket.com/albums/aa352/fashionxrunaway/13A.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1193.photobucket.com/albums/aa352/fashionxrunaway/14B.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1193.photobucket.com/albums/aa352/fashionxrunaway/16B.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1193.photobucket.com/albums/aa352/fashionxrunaway/19B.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sneak preview? Hehe! This is first step! We haven't thought of a name nor start a blogspot yet, hopefully by these two weeks! Thanks Wafi for being the patient photographer and Liying for arranging and packing everything! Thanks to my boyfriend who lent me his laptop so I could use photoshop :) Love you all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678190-8761350051610571658?l=bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com/feeds/8761350051610571658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678190&amp;postID=8761350051610571658&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678190/posts/default/8761350051610571658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678190/posts/default/8761350051610571658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com/2011/07/espacadephotoshoot-preview.html' title='Espacade/Photoshoot preview!'/><author><name>Christina Kaulitz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zYC_KR0JDFM/TbMb-T7OjbI/AAAAAAAABdc/G9Hr_LRYi5c/s220/87.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678190.post-4178053508303975738</id><published>2011-06-30T01:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T01:29:43.737+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Vulnerable. That's how I feel now. Yes I've grown much stronger, but those who matter can touch my exposed vulnerability. So if I'm mad, if I'm sad, if I'm crying secretly over you, you matter so much to me. Step on my head, and I'll still let it go. I feel sorry for myself it's pathetic. I thought I've found myself, but I still feel lost. I'm trying, I tried, I still fail. And no one see how much I'm trying.. Its just killing me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678190-4178053508303975738?l=bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com/feeds/4178053508303975738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678190&amp;postID=4178053508303975738&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678190/posts/default/4178053508303975738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678190/posts/default/4178053508303975738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com/2011/06/vulnerable.html' title=''/><author><name>Christina Kaulitz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zYC_KR0JDFM/TbMb-T7OjbI/AAAAAAAABdc/G9Hr_LRYi5c/s220/87.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678190.post-7701194465395606116</id><published>2011-06-21T17:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T18:18:37.549+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Helipad!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/254387_10150212034125838_503585837_7304684_7741461_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/264227_10150212033995838_503585837_7304682_8285418_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/254540_10150212034315838_503585837_7304687_2547194_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/263125_10150212035185838_503585837_7304698_8288367_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/263155_10150212035485838_503585837_7304704_6219023_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/264683_10150286616637667_602772666_9715622_7613907_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/265023_10150286616927667_602772666_9715631_4535989_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/264888_10150286617002667_602772666_9715634_2345172_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/264833_10150286616962667_602772666_9715632_7702089_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/260503_10150286616717667_602772666_9715624_2789255_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/260198_10150286616817667_602772666_9715628_2326039_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/264918_10150286616767667_602772666_9715626_8031808_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/261228_10150286617357667_602772666_9715643_3001208_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/260448_10150286617482667_602772666_9715646_169484_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/263753_10150286616452667_602772666_9715617_8216689_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/263408_10150286617947667_602772666_9715656_407423_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/253763_10150286617837667_602772666_9715653_5332041_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/264428_10150286617862667_602772666_9715654_6151746_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clubbing @ Helipad, 2nd time! :) Didn't turn out as well as expected I guess? :( Nonetheless, the music, the booze, the friends around it did make my day, no matter what!&lt;br /&gt;We had juggabombz (Sorry didnt know how to spell so anyhow lah), Wafi wolfed it down like it's plain water and he got kinda, tipsy hehe. Im a sweaty person so all the dancing really did get to me, so unsightly in photos! :&lt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway! These photos coped from Liying and Wafi's cam, yup raw and unedited cos of my spoilt com :( I miss adobe photoshop seriously.. hai.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678190-7701194465395606116?l=bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com/feeds/7701194465395606116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678190&amp;postID=7701194465395606116&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678190/posts/default/7701194465395606116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678190/posts/default/7701194465395606116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com/2011/06/helipad.html' title='Helipad!'/><author><name>Christina Kaulitz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zYC_KR0JDFM/TbMb-T7OjbI/AAAAAAAABdc/G9Hr_LRYi5c/s220/87.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678190.post-7782168657383033787</id><published>2011-06-19T23:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T23:59:18.258+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:(</title><content type='html'>It is sad, how people judge and stereotype you. And how people forget about the good when they only chose to remember the negative of you. How people take you for granted, how they lied, how they badmouthed, and how they could still pretend like it's all fine. How no one sees how much I try to be, perfect. I want to be a good friend, a good girlfriend, a good daughter, a good student, a good colleague. But it's all falling apart, I tried too hard and all they see is my flaws. &lt;strong&gt;This is the world&lt;/strong&gt;. I can never trust anybody with all my heart, I have never felt lonelier, my best friend is my pillow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S It's really sad how my mum think I'm a slut or a "dirty" woman cos I go out at night. It wasn't till recently I start to go to clubs. Yesterday was my SECONDTH. So I'm not a good girl if I come home 3am, I'm a slut if I bought lacy and flirty undergarments from CottonOn Body and yes, she THREW THEM AWAY, without my permission. I'm 19, not 13. I'm a young adult, and it's time I start learning to fly on my own. Don't keep me in a cage because my limit is about to pour out of the brim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a sad sad world, but I must move on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678190-7782168657383033787?l=bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com/feeds/7782168657383033787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678190&amp;postID=7782168657383033787&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678190/posts/default/7782168657383033787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678190/posts/default/7782168657383033787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com/2011/06/blog-post.html' title=':('/><author><name>Christina Kaulitz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zYC_KR0JDFM/TbMb-T7OjbI/AAAAAAAABdc/G9Hr_LRYi5c/s220/87.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678190.post-3477196449466721510</id><published>2011-06-18T17:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T17:40:09.737+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So the newest update is that the insides of my CPU burned, unexpectedly and unknowingly hahaha, so, adobe photoshop is gone, years of saved photos gone, BKK PHOTOS GONE. -.- Dad wanted to get a new CPU for me, but I think I'll rather just save that moeny and buy a new Macbook Pro as I'll need it when school starts in Aug!  Yup! Gonna party tonight! Bye :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678190-3477196449466721510?l=bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com/feeds/3477196449466721510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678190&amp;postID=3477196449466721510&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678190/posts/default/3477196449466721510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678190/posts/default/3477196449466721510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com/2011/06/so-newest-update-is-that-insides-of-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Christina Kaulitz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zYC_KR0JDFM/TbMb-T7OjbI/AAAAAAAABdc/G9Hr_LRYi5c/s220/87.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678190.post-7131878133399121821</id><published>2011-06-13T20:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T20:46:44.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/6130568.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/6130561.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/6130582.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simple day out with Suhana whom I haven't seen for ages! &lt;3 We wanted to watch Pirates of the Carribean but the tix were sold out unfortunately :( So we watched Kungfu Panda 2! AGAIN, for me HAHAHA. Yea I watched it for the second time ........ Nice mah. Wore my glittery maxi skirt, from Siam Square, I love it to bits! The first time I saw it I fell in love with it but I thought that maybe I'll find a cheaper one at Chatuchak. I didn't!!! I knew I had to go back SPECIALLY just for it, lol, love is powderful or what? Ahem ahem.. powerful.&lt;br /&gt;Got socks from NEU LOOK, gonna wear the bumblebee one tmr, together with my platform wedges! Meeting that fat rat Wafi hehehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S Oh ya! I got my Diamond lenses from JB! Nice not? Cos I think it only look good in pictures, it looks weird upclose? :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678190-7131878133399121821?l=bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com/feeds/7131878133399121821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678190&amp;postID=7131878133399121821&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678190/posts/default/7131878133399121821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678190/posts/default/7131878133399121821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com/2011/06/simple-day-out-with-suhana-whom-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Christina Kaulitz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zYC_KR0JDFM/TbMb-T7OjbI/AAAAAAAABdc/G9Hr_LRYi5c/s220/87.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678190.post-5042157786659358987</id><published>2011-06-09T01:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T01:36:37.694+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pigging good times!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/IMG_0838.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wild wild wet on tuesday! :&gt; we decided to get some sunblock! Hahaha, the last time we went Sentosa, we predicted it'll be cloudy so we omitted the sunblock but it got so darn hot in the evening that we had to leave! Sunburnt like Patrick Star on krabby patty griller. Hehe I feel more sexayeee since I got alittle tanned, but it'll go off after awhile :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/IMG_0840.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sakae Sushi tea time buffet! Youths from 13-21 yrs old only $13.9++! D ate like fat monster! Told him not to take too much of the rice because it will make him full faster he don't listen! Hahahaha, we emptied our Chawanmushi bowl, ordered the Amaebi nigiri sushi and took only the top part and dumped the rice into the bowl!&lt;br /&gt;Spammed the salmon cheek cos it was sooooooo gooooooooood mmmmmmmmm, all the collagen good for my skin skin! :&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/IMG_0851.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/IMG_0853.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/IMG_0852.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back alley, mitchy-matchy casio watches (which I love to death), and X-men First Class at........ guess where! Heheheheee&lt;br /&gt;I love you bby boy! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678190-5042157786659358987?l=bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com/feeds/5042157786659358987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678190&amp;postID=5042157786659358987&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678190/posts/default/5042157786659358987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678190/posts/default/5042157786659358987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com/2011/06/we-hold-in-our-hearts-sword-and-faith.html' title='Pigging good times!'/><author><name>Christina Kaulitz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zYC_KR0JDFM/TbMb-T7OjbI/AAAAAAAABdc/G9Hr_LRYi5c/s220/87.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678190.post-8564929630006317501</id><published>2011-06-07T01:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T01:50:41.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BACK!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/248641_10150275149677667_60.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/254396_10150201634060838_503585837_7211553_6228367_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/IMG_0834.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/IMG_0824.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/IMG_0825.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brought back 18kg worth of loots! Think alot? Wafi's one 20kg, Liying was 23kg! Hahahaha! Nevertheless, it was a sucessful trip and we were all satisfied with what we've got. But yknow..... shoes are never too many and so are clothes! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't take much picture because we were all so focused on shopping!&lt;br /&gt;Will still post them after I'm done editting and uploading. &lt;br /&gt;Busy week again, wild wild wet tmr, secret secret the next day, and working for the next 3 days. Ughhhhhhhhh WORRRRRKKKKKKKKKKKKK, must push myself until like, maybe 2 weeks before my school opens, then I'll stop and take a break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met D after I reached home fresh from the airplane AND shower of course hehehe. Then Pepper Lunch for dindin! FUCKING CRAVING FOR IT idky but anyway, yumzzzzzzzzzz! He still say he feel like eating again tmr HAHAHAHAHA! It's nice we share the same love for good food :D Then we wanted to catch Kungfu Panda 2 @ 8.10 slot but was selling fast so took the 10.15 one instead. He came over since there's sooooooo much time and I packed and categorized my loots while he playss..... poker on fb -.- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GUYZ&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;The movie was fantastic btw, couldn't stop laughing and the characters are uber adorable! Hehe, needa wake early tmr! Goodnight! :&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S Photobucket and net is being such a BITCH, always so slow and fucked up when I want to upload and post photos. If you cant see t pics, sorry!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678190-8564929630006317501?l=bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com/feeds/8564929630006317501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678190&amp;postID=8564929630006317501&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678190/posts/default/8564929630006317501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678190/posts/default/8564929630006317501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com/2011/06/back.html' title='BACK!'/><author><name>Christina Kaulitz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zYC_KR0JDFM/TbMb-T7OjbI/AAAAAAAABdc/G9Hr_LRYi5c/s220/87.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678190.post-1689933764743620065</id><published>2011-06-04T14:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T14:01:01.458+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If you're my GA, then I'll be your devil :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/IMG_0787.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seasalt Caramel @ Upper Thomson, just beside the famous crispy prata shop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/IMG_0789.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See that face, "Wahlau take photo so slow.. cannot wait to eat siah...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/IMG_0788.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I told him, "eh smile if not no ice cream for you." And he obliged HAHAHAHAHAHAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/IMG_0791.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/IMG_0790.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ji De Chi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eat with this pig can really grow fats cos we both share the same adoration for fooddd. But I don't mind, cos you love me for who I am, and I can't wait cross the oceans and mountains with you. I can't promise that it will be a smooth journey, but what I can promise is, as long as you are still trying, as long as you are standing strong beside me, I will walk with you till the end of our paths together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna miss you terribly while I'm off! (Which I will be cos well, this is a queued post :) ) I love you with stars in my eyes and the moon in my heart. &lt;br /&gt;hahahah so cheesy, byeeeeee&lt;br /&gt;xoxooxoxoxoxoxoox!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678190-1689933764743620065?l=bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com/feeds/1689933764743620065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678190&amp;postID=1689933764743620065&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678190/posts/default/1689933764743620065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678190/posts/default/1689933764743620065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com/2011/06/if-youre-my-ga-then-ill-be-your-devil.html' title='If you&apos;re my GA, then I&apos;ll be your devil :)'/><author><name>Christina Kaulitz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zYC_KR0JDFM/TbMb-T7OjbI/AAAAAAAABdc/G9Hr_LRYi5c/s220/87.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678190.post-5524174696141320638</id><published>2011-06-03T02:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-03T03:01:45.034+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jaggerboomz</title><content type='html'>I know I know I know this is overdueeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee and I've been lazy to update blah! But anyway, I broke my club virginity a few weeks back! HAHAHA, was so much fun and of course I can't wait for the next! We decided to head to Helipad, not really that eager to head to the "bigger" clubs like Powerhouse or Butter so..... ya. (ya la I n00b)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/252607.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahah glasses and blazer on whil meeting Wafi for dinner! Had Pepper Lunch, can have that like alllllll the damn timeeeeee. I think I'm the only one who thinks it's really nice! Not nice like WOAAAAAAH FUCKING DELICIOUS DIE DIE MUST TRY but..... maybe I was drawn to the hotplate innovation? The beef ALWAYS melt in mouth so that's a plus point!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/253953.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/251589.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then of course Wafi convinced me to take off my glasses and jacket. Haha, he's my confidence booster 4evaaaaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/250153.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/248037.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/252668.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/253429.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trained to Clark Quay, wanted to take a walk but remember how the weather was a total bitch past few weeks? So, we took a rest @ Subway wwhile waiting for the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/247089.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/254966.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/248890.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/251169.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/255409.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/251504.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/247959.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His cam takes awsome photos!&lt;br /&gt;Well then, waited for the awsome clique to arrive and then we PARTY ROCK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/251472.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/250629.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/246904.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gorgeous sisters!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/255418.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/250266.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/254003.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/248435.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last pix, B00BAGE! HEhehehehe, I was having a good time shakin' ma thang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M GOING TO BKK IN 8HRS TIME!!!!! Yup, it motivated me to umm update my blog at least before leaving? As usual, not sleeping...... YET. Feelin the eyebags man....&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, CAN'T WAIT! GONNA GET SO MANY GOODIES!! :&gt; If possible, won't it be nice to slack at a bar nearby the hotel and just talk about crap after a long whole day? Welllll yea we'll prolly be like dog-tired but hey! Suddenly all the extra unknown energy just comes out of the blue when you're on a holiday! HAHAAHAHAA&lt;br /&gt;okokok, better rest! 4D3N, will absolutely blog after that, cos I'm gonna hit Wild Wild Wet with bby love and TAAAATTTOOOOOOOOOOOO next week! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S Sorry for the unequal sizes of the photos, only realised after I uploaded and I'm soooooo lazy to change. zz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678190-5524174696141320638?l=bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com/feeds/5524174696141320638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678190&amp;postID=5524174696141320638&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678190/posts/default/5524174696141320638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678190/posts/default/5524174696141320638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com/2011/06/jaggerboomz.html' title='Jaggerboomz'/><author><name>Christina Kaulitz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zYC_KR0JDFM/TbMb-T7OjbI/AAAAAAAABdc/G9Hr_LRYi5c/s220/87.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678190.post-7388183693920271955</id><published>2011-05-29T22:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T00:05:57.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Buffday Picnick! :&gt;</title><content type='html'>Sooooooooooooooooooo, it was PY's birthday on the 18th and Wafi and I planned a belated celebration for her! Plus, it's been sooooooooooo long since the three of us went out tgt since attachment! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/5230333.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/5230337.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, this rat was late. ALWAYS late and make me wait cb..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/5230335.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/5230346.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/5230345.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brownie cake for the birthday princess &amp; saved some too! :&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/5230343.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/5230344.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/5230352.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/5230354.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girly birthday balloon for her hehehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/5230350.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/5230349.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/5230348.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/5230347.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camwhore before we head off to meet bday princess. Anyway, noticed how our outfit and headband actually match one another's outfits?! Was totally unplanned lah! I didn't notice till Wafi told me, it was cute tho!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/5230355.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princess with girly princess balloon! Shiok bo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/5230359.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/5230358.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed our way to Vivo's Daiso to get a mat and Giant to get some chips and drinks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/5230363.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princess changed outfit cos she accidentally spilled her milktea on her yellow tank top and we the servants hurried to pick a new top for her. Princess must maintain pose. Now where's the tiara?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/5230365.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This maid made in singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After what seemed like 9999999999999999 years, we finally set foot on the ticklish sand of Siloso and laid our mat under two coconut trees. Yuppppppppppp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/5230401.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/5230402.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/5230371.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/5230380.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caught the beautiful sunset :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/5230370.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/5230367.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/5230368.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opening our sparkling drink. Damn funny cos the cork popped and it scared the shit out of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/5230385.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/5230386.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/5230372.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sexy maid, u wan? :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fooooooooooooooooooood, we were so famished!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/5230387.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/5230377.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/5230396.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/5230384.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/5230383.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/5230392.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/52303988.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/5230422.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/5230420.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/5230408.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/5230412.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chitchats through the night, heart-2-heart talks and fears of coconut falling down and killing us instantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/16-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;US, a year ago. Remember those memories?&lt;br /&gt;We've all been through it, heartaches, break up, crushes, infatuation, silly jokes, quarrels, skipping school, boring lectures, attachments, ups and downs.. etc. I'm glad that no matter how long we have been apart from each other, we won't feel that way once we meet again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Birthday, Pei Ying! :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S Do you know that upset feeling when you just wanna sleep and wake up to a supposedly whole "new" day tomorrow? Well, that's what I'm in now, goodnight :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678190-7388183693920271955?l=bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com/feeds/7388183693920271955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678190&amp;postID=7388183693920271955&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678190/posts/default/7388183693920271955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678190/posts/default/7388183693920271955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com/2011/05/buffday-picnick.html' title='Buffday Picnick! :&gt;'/><author><name>Christina Kaulitz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zYC_KR0JDFM/TbMb-T7OjbI/AAAAAAAABdc/G9Hr_LRYi5c/s220/87.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678190.post-2377891529177213112</id><published>2011-05-24T01:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-24T02:05:02.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Starry night under the coconut trees.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chillaxing evening with birthday princess and wafi :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/IMG_0754.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/IMG_0762.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/IMG_0759.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/IMG_0763.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just what we needed really, after a year of pain-in-the-ass attachment. Friendship therapy under the starry sky and night breeze of the beach? Puuuurfect! :&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More pix going up soon! Work in the morn later and well, as usual, I'm still not asleep. Gonna edit them prolly after work or the day after, if I don't feel like... *plays Bruno Mars - Lazy Song*&lt;br /&gt;You get the drift ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678190-2377891529177213112?l=bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com/feeds/2377891529177213112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678190&amp;postID=2377891529177213112&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678190/posts/default/2377891529177213112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678190/posts/default/2377891529177213112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com/2011/05/starry-night-under-coconut-trees.html' title='Starry night under the coconut trees.'/><author><name>Christina Kaulitz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zYC_KR0JDFM/TbMb-T7OjbI/AAAAAAAABdc/G9Hr_LRYi5c/s220/87.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678190.post-6777153564318896124</id><published>2011-05-23T04:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T12:03:29.805+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heads up, ladies</title><content type='html'>“Forget the guy that &lt;b&gt;doesn’t care for you, the guy that cheats on you, uses you for sex and denies it.&lt;/b&gt; The guy that &lt;b&gt;abandons you for his friends and the guy that dumped you because he ‘was sick of it’&lt;/b&gt;. Forget the guy that &lt;b&gt;puts you last&lt;/b&gt; and the guy that &lt;b&gt;calls you when it’s convenient for him.&lt;/b&gt; Forget the guy that calls you cute and pretty, instead of beautiful. Forget the guy that &lt;b&gt;puts you down, that isn’t proud of you,&lt;/b&gt; that competes with you. Forget the guy that won’t take no for an answer, and the guy that makes you &lt;b&gt;cry yourself to sleep.&lt;/b&gt; Forget the guy that &lt;b&gt;gets with other girls, that hurts you ‘unintentionally’, yet does it &lt;i&gt;time and time again.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Forget the guy that calls you begging for forgiveness, &lt;b&gt;he isn’t worth it&lt;/b&gt;. Forget the guy that you &lt;b&gt;can’t trust&lt;/b&gt;, forget the guy that has &lt;b&gt;made months of your life miserable.&lt;/b&gt; Forget the guy that you had to listen to complain about other girls when you were in love with him. Forget the guy that ruined your other relationships. Forget the guy that &lt;b&gt;makes you wait for him&lt;/b&gt;. Forget the guy that &lt;b&gt;‘doesn’t want a relationship’ when you know he just doesn’t want you.&lt;/b&gt; Forget the guy that &lt;b&gt;thinks of someone else while you’re thinking of him.&lt;/b&gt; Forget the guy that &lt;b&gt;lies every day.&lt;/b&gt; Forget the guy that &lt;i&gt;doesn’t know how to love you.&lt;/i&gt; Forget the guy you &lt;b&gt;can’t forgive.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Forget the guy that made it clear &lt;i&gt;he could forget about you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- eletheowl, Tumblr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be a fool to love somebody who doesn't love you the way you love them. Don't be a fool to think that accepting every flaws of his makes him appreciate you as a good girlfriend. Don't be a fool to think he'll know how much nights you've wasted bawling your eyes out over him. Don't be a fool to give him what he wants, and think that he'll love you more for it. Don't be a fool to dismiss the fact that your guy is adding random girls on any social network just because he wants to make "friends" and let him get away with him. (in fact you should have dumped his fucking sorry ass). Don't be a fool to hold on to a thin layer of hope, hear him mentioning abt changing and believing that he will make things better, it will become a cycle. Don't be a fool anymore, because to him, you're the ultimate prey for his sick love game and girls, we deserve to be treated with love and respect, not used and abused. Don't be a fool anymore, because you will be the one who'll end up badly hurt instead, and be emotionally scarred for the rest of your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.30am, truly heartfelt thoughts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678190-6777153564318896124?l=bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com/feeds/6777153564318896124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678190&amp;postID=6777153564318896124&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678190/posts/default/6777153564318896124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678190/posts/default/6777153564318896124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com/2011/05/heads-up-ladies.html' title='Heads up, ladies'/><author><name>Christina Kaulitz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zYC_KR0JDFM/TbMb-T7OjbI/AAAAAAAABdc/G9Hr_LRYi5c/s220/87.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678190.post-446522777947167473</id><published>2011-05-23T02:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T02:35:47.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/IMG_0594.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just love it. How we could just lie next to one another and talk the whole day. Jokes, teasing, cuddling, kisses all over the face.. I will never get tired of that. I love talking to you. It's like smaack-on-my-face now, because it made me realise how communication really play a vital role in a relationship. I'm too conscious to believe in happy endings. I keep thinking that "it's all too good to be true". I'm always finding myself preparing for the worst. I'm so afraid of lies and deception, so afraid of getting torn apart.. Now I'm so afraid of falling even deeper for you, far more than I thought I could control of.. Because if I don't hold back, it's like I don't ever want to fucking lose you baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678190-446522777947167473?l=bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com/feeds/446522777947167473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678190&amp;postID=446522777947167473&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678190/posts/default/446522777947167473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678190/posts/default/446522777947167473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-just-love-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Christina Kaulitz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zYC_KR0JDFM/TbMb-T7OjbI/AAAAAAAABdc/G9Hr_LRYi5c/s220/87.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678190.post-6300377722285096904</id><published>2011-05-20T01:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T02:03:32.677+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HUSH HUSH!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/IMG_0728.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/IMG_0732.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmmmmmmmmmm, virgin trip to JB hehehe! It was a sneaky mission though :x Bby boy went for his tattoo session while I chill @ Starbucks with the free wifi weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee, then we had roasted chix for din yummmmmmmmmz!&lt;br /&gt;Been wanting to get a tattoo since forever, and guess what?&lt;br /&gt;GONNA GET ONE NEXT MONTH AFTER MY BKK TRIP!&lt;br /&gt;Yum, something simple and sweet, can't wait! Hehehehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678190-6300377722285096904?l=bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com/feeds/6300377722285096904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678190&amp;postID=6300377722285096904&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678190/posts/default/6300377722285096904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678190/posts/default/6300377722285096904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com/2011/05/hush-hush.html' title='HUSH HUSH!'/><author><name>Christina Kaulitz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zYC_KR0JDFM/TbMb-T7OjbI/AAAAAAAABdc/G9Hr_LRYi5c/s220/87.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678190.post-9141275515710261999</id><published>2011-05-17T00:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T00:31:58.124+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TP2bIgwAg44/TdFOqUWOLgI/AAAAAAAABfA/tYDU4vzfFHo/s400/tumblr_lhf7xstFIe1qbpwzeo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep inside. You don't know me. It's like I'm always on this emotional rollercoaster ride. I am paranoid, sensitive, and I will never feel I am good enough.&lt;br /&gt;I don't really believe in anything now. Because I am such a mood-wrencher myself, I can never stay happy for too long. &lt;br /&gt;Can I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678190-9141275515710261999?l=bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com/feeds/9141275515710261999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678190&amp;postID=9141275515710261999&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678190/posts/default/9141275515710261999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678190/posts/default/9141275515710261999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com/2011/05/deep-inside.html' title=''/><author><name>Christina Kaulitz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zYC_KR0JDFM/TbMb-T7OjbI/AAAAAAAABdc/G9Hr_LRYi5c/s220/87.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TP2bIgwAg44/TdFOqUWOLgI/AAAAAAAABfA/tYDU4vzfFHo/s72-c/tumblr_lhf7xstFIe1qbpwzeo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678190.post-4494420797378443941</id><published>2011-05-13T01:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T23:55:35.585+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And it brought me thus far</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fe6_dZhMYbg/TcwW1tP7mlI/AAAAAAAABe4/Z-FyZXfYlaY/s400/tumblr_lkxfnw3o0j1qaobbko1_500.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you lose someone, someone you love, when they break your heart, it’s the hardest thing you could ever go through, and no matter how much time has passed, it never really goes away. You may think you’re getting better, but then you get a flashback, or hear a song that reminds you of a memory, and it hits you all over again, all at once, like a stab in the chest. You fall apart for the hundreth time, and you feel like you just want to crawl under a rock and never come out. &lt;strong&gt;You love this person with all of your heart, even though you know you shouldn’t.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;They hurt you worse than you’ve ever been hurt.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;They stole your happiness. &lt;/em&gt;But yet, &lt;strong&gt;you still want them, and only them.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Other people come along and give you chances to move on, but you know you don’t want to. It upsets you that you might be moving on, because you promised you never would. And even if they broke all of their promises, you want to keep yours. On top of that, you’re terrified. Terrified of getting hurt again. But it’s not like that matters anyway.&lt;/strong&gt; At the end of the day you’re still thinking about that person who has left you completely broken. You don’t want to miss them anymore. You don’t want to love them anymore, but you know you always will.&lt;br /&gt;(via tumblr, theflightout.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no one in this world whom you can trust wholeheartedly.&lt;br /&gt;Because one way or another, people lie, either for a good cause or the bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Truth hurts, lies worst.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;P.S Do empty promises hurt you? Remember that you gave more empty promises then I can take, lies that totally shattered my heart, and the actions that will save me, never came.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678190-4494420797378443941?l=bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com/feeds/4494420797378443941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678190&amp;postID=4494420797378443941&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678190/posts/default/4494420797378443941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678190/posts/default/4494420797378443941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com/2011/05/and-it-brought-me-thus-far.html' title='And it brought me thus far'/><author><name>Christina Kaulitz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zYC_KR0JDFM/TbMb-T7OjbI/AAAAAAAABdc/G9Hr_LRYi5c/s220/87.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fe6_dZhMYbg/TcwW1tP7mlI/AAAAAAAABe4/Z-FyZXfYlaY/s72-c/tumblr_lkxfnw3o0j1qaobbko1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678190.post-1435313063553690736</id><published>2011-05-12T18:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T04:42:50.638+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Take a broken mirror in your stride</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/5090266.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sian of my face oledi not? Hehe, met up with Wafi @ town after his interview with Club 21, which was a total success cos he was hired ON THE SPOT! So proud of him la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/5090274.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you get into the store you want! Will visit you needless to say. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/5090272.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weather was so hot that few days back, he was wearing blazer and i was wearing demin jacket &gt; what we'll be willing to do just to look good hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/5090279.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;List of things that we &lt;strong&gt;MUST GET&lt;/strong&gt; while we're at BKK, there's even a list of places we planned to go! It seemed to be a little rushing here and there due to shortage of time but hopefully we just get what we really &lt;s&gt;wanted&lt;/s&gt; needed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/5090286.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/5090284.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthday present for my brother! Dark and milk chocolate stuck on a spoon? Just stir one in warm or hot milk to make a heartwarming hot chocolate! :&gt; I forgot the shop's name but you can get it from Artiqsan? Artisan Tea or something like that at Mandarin Gallery, level 4!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/5090289.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's such a innovative and adorable idea to make some yummy drink, must. camwhore. with. it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/5090293.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liying joined us for din din!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/5090295.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/5090297.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/5090299.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/5090302.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/5090303.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/5090307.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/5090312.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/5090316.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/5090318.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/5090321.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/P5090322.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking such a cutie trying on my specs :&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/5090324.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going get a range of sunglasses and glasses!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all! Gonna work tomorrow and the weekends! Prolly won't blog till next week unless something comes into my mind.. Till then! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678190-1435313063553690736?l=bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com/feeds/1435313063553690736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678190&amp;postID=1435313063553690736&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678190/posts/default/1435313063553690736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678190/posts/default/1435313063553690736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com/2011/05/take-broken-mirror-in-your-stride.html' title='Take a broken mirror in your stride'/><author><name>Christina Kaulitz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zYC_KR0JDFM/TbMb-T7OjbI/AAAAAAAABdc/G9Hr_LRYi5c/s220/87.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678190.post-6051287567133503895</id><published>2011-05-12T00:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-12T00:41:14.139+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Phillip's 21st Birthday Ppparty!</title><content type='html'>3 lazy nights to edit all the photos man! Damn tiring but worth it? Hehehes, here they are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/5080169.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/5080170.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must camwhore always before heading out cos thats when the makeup is still at it's "freshest"! Haa aha ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/5080171.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/5080172.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/5080177.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/5080178.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/5080180.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/5080181.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/5080184.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/5080179.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with Liying first @ Nex's Starbucks and we both had Green Tea Frappe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/5080186.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/5080188.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fantastic Four hahaha! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/5080190.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/5080191.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/5080192.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/5080193.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/5080195.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Writing down our well wishes for the birthday guy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/5080197.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/5080198.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/5080203.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all the munchies, performances and cake-cutting, we camwhored like crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/5080206.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/5080215.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/5080216.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/5080219.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/5080223.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/5080225.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/5080226.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/5080229.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/5080230.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/5080232.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/5080235.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/5080246.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/5080247.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/5080243.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/5080241.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/5080250.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause we're cool like that.&lt;br /&gt;Didn't know there'll be an after-party dancefloor, but we hit it and boy, it felt great! Gonna hit the clubs first time in my whole 19 years with the usuals next sat! Can't wait! Maybe I'll walk out with a bad impression or maybe it'll leave me with a good lingering feeling to hit the clubs again? Heheheee who knows? Either way, I'll stick to this moral: Stay clean and off the hooks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meh, weather is a killer. Imagine PMS + killer weather, no good. I'm so easily irritated and feeling grumpy all the time! Not to mention shitty.... and hungry?&lt;br /&gt;Gonna update again tmr! Stay tuneddd :&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S Countdown: 3 weeks 1 day!!!!!!1111&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678190-6051287567133503895?l=bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com/feeds/6051287567133503895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678190&amp;postID=6051287567133503895&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678190/posts/default/6051287567133503895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678190/posts/default/6051287567133503895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com/2011/05/phillips-21st-birthday-ppparty.html' title='Phillip&apos;s 21st Birthday Ppparty!'/><author><name>Christina Kaulitz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zYC_KR0JDFM/TbMb-T7OjbI/AAAAAAAABdc/G9Hr_LRYi5c/s220/87.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678190.post-6311765173329191991</id><published>2011-05-09T03:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T03:35:52.144+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pre-post.</title><content type='html'>Had mad fun with the usuals @ Phillip's 21st birthday party! First time dancing with them on the dancefloor hehehe! Going to meet Wafi and Liying again tmr.. Wafi and I are gonna plan for our BKK trip which is coming in less than 4 weeks time! YA! I KNOW RIGHT! We are damn serious about it and are gonna make sure we give no fucking chance or comtemplate whether we should buy something or not!&lt;br /&gt;Sure tmr gonna take some photos so I'll save them all for another post for another lazy day aha aha but up up photos of Liying Carol and me @Nex Starbucks camwhoring while waiting for the rest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/IMG_0685.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/IMG_0691.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/IMG_0692.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/IMG_0693.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/IMG_0689.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the party, went to meet D and he drove us to Newton Circus to nom nom! Yes, WE ATE THIS MUCH! Missing in this picture was another plate of 3pc chicken wings hahahaha can you believe he finished like 97% of the plate of cockles?! Like his favourite lor! I damn happy cos no one snatch my plate of clams hahah aha.&lt;br /&gt;I told him, if tmr I lao sai, that's only because of the damn chilli. I swear it's freakin spicy, I could even feel my lips burning! Still finished 98% of the clams cos it's so big and juicy for the first time HAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pok liao lah, think need to go and dig my savings liao :'(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678190-6311765173329191991?l=bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com/feeds/6311765173329191991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678190&amp;postID=6311765173329191991&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678190/posts/default/6311765173329191991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678190/posts/default/6311765173329191991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com/2011/05/pre-post.html' title='Pre-post.'/><author><name>Christina Kaulitz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zYC_KR0JDFM/TbMb-T7OjbI/AAAAAAAABdc/G9Hr_LRYi5c/s220/87.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678190.post-947470279311671112</id><published>2011-05-08T02:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T02:49:02.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Polling day?</title><content type='html'>Dad was going, "Vote for NSP! Vote for NSP!" repeatedly in the noon. What a strong supporter -.- Anyway! had family dinner at Waraku Casual Dining @ The Central :D It was a belated birthday celebration for my brother too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/IMG_0650.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jappo fooooodddddddddddddddddddddd yummmmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/IMG_0643.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/IMG_0642.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/IMG_0649.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the food came, my brother and I went to Sticky to get rock candies! Nom nom!&lt;br /&gt;(From left to right: Pineapple, Rainbow, Mango Pudding)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/IMG_0632.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dindin, we window shopped around, passed by Sticky again and my Dad went to get the Watermelon flavoured one! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, met up with D @ Forum before heading to Cineleisure to find the usual clique!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/IMG_0644.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/IMG_0645.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/IMG_0646.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/IMG_0641.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/IMG_0651.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed to Orchand Central and had Cold Rock Creamery ice cream for the first time! :D&lt;br /&gt;Mine was Cheesecake with Graham Crackers and Daims Caramel Chocolate, SHIOK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/IMG_0648.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D fetched me after work and we went to our usual supper place @ Upper Thomsom Road to have ice cream at Salted Caramel! Just beside this awsome crispy prata place! Had Horlicks with Tim Tam and Salted Caramel on warm fresh waffles! Wolfed down like nobody's business! Sure fat liao. Tad sweet, but love that place and did I mention that one scoop is only for like $2.50?!? Btw, they are looking for part-timers and full-timers, too bad I'm staying in Jurong area :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to a friend's birthday party tomorrow, then supper with D again! Hehehe love him to bits! Yea, I feel so much happier now after I've officially graduated. UGH, THANK GOD! Smell of fresh freedom......... :D&lt;br /&gt;Counting down to the days to my BKK trip with my parents and BFF, Wafi: 25 days!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need motivation to get me back to the gymmmm -.---- uggh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678190-947470279311671112?l=bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com/feeds/947470279311671112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678190&amp;postID=947470279311671112&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678190/posts/default/947470279311671112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678190/posts/default/947470279311671112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com/2011/05/polling-day.html' title='Polling day?'/><author><name>Christina Kaulitz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zYC_KR0JDFM/TbMb-T7OjbI/AAAAAAAABdc/G9Hr_LRYi5c/s220/87.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678190.post-559152772452855420</id><published>2011-05-03T00:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T01:25:12.587+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My fat Thor :)</title><content type='html'>Watched Thor with D and it was SERIOUSLY FREAKING AWSOME!&lt;br /&gt;I get easily bored with movies, especially when it's like more than 1 1/2 hrs.&lt;br /&gt;But nope! Totally immersed in this, and even held my bladder till the end. After the movie, I really wanna go Wikipedia and research on Thor hahaha, but so tired today, perhaps tomorrow! The last time when I was really engrossed in a movie was Ip Man 2, mannnnnnnnnnnn that's last year! Not that I rarely watch movies, I actually watch them frequently! Online and in cinemas! Yea, not even Avatar captivated me? I mean, the graphics and all but then it was like ....... meh. When I discover an awsome flick, I'll want to watch it again, and don't mind watching AGAIN! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/photo4.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only D's tart cos I forgot to save the photo I took of my tart.... so sad!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/photo3.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before that we had our dessert at Fruits Paradise @Orchand Central. Wanted to try Marble Slab Creamery, but I was feeling fruit tarts, so fruit tart it is! Was hella SINFUL hahahaha, the amount of whipped and pastry cream and the addictive tart crust. But it was sinfully good! Ordered 2 tarts, one with the set meal so we could choose our choice of tea! Had the Yuzu Pear Blossom and it was soooo refreshing! Esp after all the sweetness of the fruit tart! Not alot of choices on the tart flavours though.. Picked Green Tea and Strawberry Tiramisu, worth it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/photo2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silly D was shhhhhhhhyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy HAHAHAHAHAH &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got so many movies in mind to catch! Priest, The Lost Bladesmen, Bad Teacher, Friends with Benefits, Hangover II, Fast and Furious 5(Just cos D wanna watch it) ...... mmmmm why Cathay don't sell $6 tix on Mon anymore? :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678190-559152772452855420?l=bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com/feeds/559152772452855420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678190&amp;postID=559152772452855420&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678190/posts/default/559152772452855420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678190/posts/default/559152772452855420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com/2011/05/my-fat-thor.html' title='My fat Thor :)'/><author><name>Christina Kaulitz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zYC_KR0JDFM/TbMb-T7OjbI/AAAAAAAABdc/G9Hr_LRYi5c/s220/87.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678190.post-329139360073586205</id><published>2011-05-02T00:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T00:25:04.247+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gorgeous clique!</title><content type='html'>So I named zee clique, ha ha ha. Cos they are all really beautiful people :D&lt;br /&gt;Piczzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i291.photobucket.com/albums/ll311/Shesonlyone/142-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i291.photobucket.com/albums/ll311/Shesonlyone/143-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i291.photobucket.com/albums/ll311/Shesonlyone/145-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i291.photobucket.com/albums/ll311/Shesonlyone/146-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i291.photobucket.com/albums/ll311/Shesonlyone/147-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i291.photobucket.com/albums/ll311/Shesonlyone/148-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i291.photobucket.com/albums/ll311/Shesonlyone/150-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i291.photobucket.com/albums/ll311/Shesonlyone/152-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i291.photobucket.com/albums/ll311/Shesonlyone/154-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i291.photobucket.com/albums/ll311/Shesonlyone/155-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i291.photobucket.com/albums/ll311/Shesonlyone/156-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i291.photobucket.com/albums/ll311/Shesonlyone/158-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i291.photobucket.com/albums/ll311/Shesonlyone/131.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i291.photobucket.com/albums/ll311/Shesonlyone/135-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i291.photobucket.com/albums/ll311/Shesonlyone/141.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0% liquify, this is zee arts of mastering the "perfect" angle for capturing the most flattering pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with Wafi and accompanied him to highlight his hair. Think he wasn't too satisfied with the results :( Then Liying came over from work and we headed to Bugis to meet the rest. Nabins as usual for chilling out, food took about an hour to come? Well maybe cos it's saturday.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever,,,,,,,,, I NEED TO GO OUT MOREEE!!! Fuck them parents' curfews -.-&lt;br /&gt;Make that insanely annoying curfews. I need to get out of this hole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe one fine day I'll blog about losing the specs and my new-found confidence :&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always thought I'm going to be stuck with my dorky spectacles cos I always feel I look effing HORRIBLE without them. Meh... but I'll always carry my 0 degree circle framed spectacles because I feel like I can hide behind them when I still feel insecure... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i291.photobucket.com/albums/ll311/Shesonlyone/photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha haha! Sometimes I just feel preppy-ious. This was last month btw, my fringe grew so fast wtf!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678190-329139360073586205?l=bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com/feeds/329139360073586205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678190&amp;postID=329139360073586205&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678190/posts/default/329139360073586205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678190/posts/default/329139360073586205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com/2011/05/gorgeous-clique.html' title='Gorgeous clique!'/><author><name>Christina Kaulitz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zYC_KR0JDFM/TbMb-T7OjbI/AAAAAAAABdc/G9Hr_LRYi5c/s220/87.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678190.post-9048510895374616857</id><published>2011-04-25T22:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T22:35:41.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/hoto.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Within our relationship, we need to understand that it’s not all about fun and games. Sometimes we will go through tough times. Times that will deliberately push us to the limit of our breaking point. It’s not that we don’t want it to happen, it just does. All we can ever do is fight for what we have. Don’t let is slip away this easy because you never know that what you have right now may be the best you’ll ever see. Show them how much worth they have to you, show them you’re not ready to let go, show them you’re not going to let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though you may be going through this downhill stage in your relationship, always remember to fight. It’s the effort that counts. Remind them why you love them, remember the times where you were at your happiest. Bring back those memories to where you made them last. The butterflies, the smiles, the love. All you can ever do is prove to them how much you love them. Don’t let go so easily, bring back that joy into your relationship. I know how much you really do love to see them smile.  Don’t you miss the way they smiled at you? If so, please don’t let go. This relationship of yours is worth too much to throw away. Make it last. And always remember that you’ll do anything just for a shot of their love&lt;br /&gt;- Tumblr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny how we met as strangers, as your customer, a friend and then now, your girlfriend. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678190-9048510895374616857?l=bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com/feeds/9048510895374616857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678190&amp;postID=9048510895374616857&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678190/posts/default/9048510895374616857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678190/posts/default/9048510895374616857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com/2011/04/within-our-relationship-we-need-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Christina Kaulitz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zYC_KR0JDFM/TbMb-T7OjbI/AAAAAAAABdc/G9Hr_LRYi5c/s220/87.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678190.post-7331360730948886363</id><published>2011-04-24T02:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T02:39:35.334+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Liying and her chipmunk</title><content type='html'>I swear she's like obsessed with that chipmunk plushie that was given to her by someone important, she even brought it out today LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Keep telling her that I want to eat it up hahaha imma monster, i eat anyfing.&lt;br /&gt;As promised, PICTURESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSZ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/58.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/59.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/60.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/64.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/65.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/67.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/68.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/69.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/71.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeh, we were both wearing maxi-es and wedges! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/72.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/73.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/74.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/76.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had heavenly ice-cream from the new parlor at Takashimaya's basement! (AS ALWAYS, HEHEHE MUST HAVE WHEN I GO TO TOWN!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/78.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Triple flavours only @ $5.90 cos of Easter day special! We had Lychee Martini(*), Butterscotch(*) and Hazelnut w/Brownie! (*) means DIE DIE MUST TRY LOL. Anyway, the parlor is called Les Artisan or something..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/79.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/81.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/82.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/84.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/85.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/86.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/87.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/90.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/91.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/92.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had din din @ Waraku!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/93.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liying had some fish broth thingy,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/95.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while I had my Mentaiko Udon mmmmmmmmmmmm slurps! We also had a side dish, which I forgotten to take a photo of, mushroom wrapped in bacon. Was good! But SINFUL, Liying want to diet so she made me finish the last one :( ahaahah ahhaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/97.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We like rushing to finish our food cos it was alr 7.30 and we had to catch our movie at 7.45! Hahaha we ran like hell across the street to cineleisure and up the escalators. IN WEDGES. Oh the horror *facepalm*. Thank God it's at level 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/101.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/103.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/102.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camwhore pix after reaching home cos I'm finally getting the hang of eyeliners and my eye shape. Trust me, it's not as easy as you think cos I have triple fold eyelids and it's hard to make the liner look even on both eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever, IM YIPEEEEEEEEEEEeeeeeeeHAPPY! :&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678190-7331360730948886363?l=bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com/feeds/7331360730948886363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678190&amp;postID=7331360730948886363&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678190/posts/default/7331360730948886363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678190/posts/default/7331360730948886363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com/2011/04/liying-and-her-chipmunk.html' title='Liying and her chipmunk'/><author><name>Christina Kaulitz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zYC_KR0JDFM/TbMb-T7OjbI/AAAAAAAABdc/G9Hr_LRYi5c/s220/87.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678190.post-2152390942571566791</id><published>2011-04-23T01:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T01:49:19.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ejq6IZSwSV4/TbG7GaMZUFI/AAAAAAAABdE/YXUfPyVPTg4/s1600/217584_10150215673639524_626499523_8687940_2424962_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hAGHwkfuAK0/TbG7FuOkW4I/AAAAAAAABck/TVNSl5A1nro/s400/215533_10150215671189524_626499523_8687929_3291851_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598461518781111170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kiqFvli-qGY/TbG7qPZ43jI/AAAAAAAABdU/0rPUW_7thQI/s1600/208184_10150215670139524_626499523_8687927_2811931_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kiqFvli-qGY/TbG7qPZ43jI/AAAAAAAABdU/0rPUW_7thQI/s400/208184_10150215670139524_626499523_8687927_2811931_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598462146162253362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IvbkhcFqrsA/TbG7qN7F45I/AAAAAAAABdM/1Q1ydZq4bsA/s1600/224699_10150181735119761_540569760_6513805_3570764_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IvbkhcFqrsA/TbG7qN7F45I/AAAAAAAABdM/1Q1ydZq4bsA/s400/224699_10150181735119761_540569760_6513805_3570764_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598462145764647826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We could just talk for hours and make fun of each other. You always make me feel loved and beautiful. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could love you so much more but I'm afraid of deceptions.&lt;br /&gt;Time will tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678190-2152390942571566791?l=bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com/feeds/2152390942571566791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678190&amp;postID=2152390942571566791&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678190/posts/default/2152390942571566791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678190/posts/default/2152390942571566791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com/2011/04/we-could-just-talk-for-hours-and-make.html' title=''/><author><name>Christina Kaulitz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zYC_KR0JDFM/TbMb-T7OjbI/AAAAAAAABdc/G9Hr_LRYi5c/s220/87.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ejq6IZSwSV4/TbG7GaMZUFI/AAAAAAAABdE/YXUfPyVPTg4/s72-c/217584_10150215673639524_626499523_8687940_2424962_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678190.post-55274814794514528</id><published>2011-04-22T10:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T11:20:18.197+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cotton pink buttercream!</title><content type='html'>Wanted to give Wafi a mini surprise, so I asked him out on Wed and baked him chocolate cupcakes in the morn! Then I went to the Zoo to wait till he's done with work and surprised him with the cupcakes and HAPPY BIRTHDAY candles that I got from the Icing Room :D HOPE YOU LIKED IT! Anyhoo ~ Photos up up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/4200015.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/4200022.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/4200021.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little smashed by the lid cover here and there &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/4200017.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Newly-turned-20 guy savouring cupcake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/4200025.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/4200024.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! Did I mention that we were visitng Amos at his workplace at Indulge Cafe? It's located @ The Cathay btw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/4200029.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wafi's sirloin steak with mushroom sauce, 2 side dishes were coleslaw and baked potato slapped with sour cream and bacon mmmmmmmmmm ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/4200027.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had lamb shank with red wine sauce, sweet corn and baked potato! WHO CAN RESIST A GOOD O BAKED POTATO?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Wafi and I lost our virginity to..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/4200040.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TWG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1111111 Yea, have been raving about it but didn't had the chance to go, BUT WE DID YESTERDAY! Was so paiseh, cos everything/one was so high-class --.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/4200047.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ordered Creme Brulee Tea. Omg they have like zillion different types of tea on their tea list, can't wait to try them out again next time! *HINT*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/4200043.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whipped cream with tea jelly. I SWEAR BY THEIR TEA JELLY, I finished like 90% of it hahaha poor Wafi :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/4200041.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muffin anddddddd, I don't remember the other one but it was infused with tea and it was really good! Muffin was meh though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/4200042.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Macaroons. BEAT BAKERZIN HANDS DOWN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/4200045.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/4200050.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/4200053.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/4200054.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/4200055.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/4200056.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chit chat over BEST FRIES FOREVER and webcam on his Macbook.&lt;br /&gt;SO TEMPTED TO GET MY MACBOOK PRO NOW!!!! Because my com is so full of virus and laggy, thanks to my dad who downloaded QQ -.- (WTF RIGHT!)  &lt;br /&gt;But patience is a virtue................ PATIENCE IS A VIRTUE UGGH&lt;br /&gt;The fries were meh too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, I'M GOING BKK THIS JUNE WITH WAFI, WAYNE AND FRIENDS YAAAAAAAAAAY&lt;br /&gt;SO MAD EXCITED GOING TO REALLY SHOP TILL WE DROP AND SPARE NO MERCY FOR ANYTHING THAT WE WANT OKAY! Regret so much the first time I went bkk cos I was like hmm should I get this get that? Then walk away and forgets about it. Regret like hell afterwards, thinking, Y I NO GET THAT?! So yeah, my parents are tagging along too! I just need clothes right na na na nowwwwwwwwwwwwwww, bags and SHOES omg.&lt;br /&gt;Ok. need. to. stop. ranting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I KNOW I TOOK SO LONG TO UPDATE AGAIN! But will try to update like tomorrow hehes! Going out with Liying! &lt;3 PICTURESSSSSS!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;&amp;&amp;&amp; pictures from Wafi's chalet party also! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG STAY TUNEDDDDD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678190-55274814794514528?l=bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com/feeds/55274814794514528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678190&amp;postID=55274814794514528&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678190/posts/default/55274814794514528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678190/posts/default/55274814794514528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com/2011/04/cotton-pink-buttercream.html' title='Cotton pink buttercream!'/><author><name>Christina Kaulitz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zYC_KR0JDFM/TbMb-T7OjbI/AAAAAAAABdc/G9Hr_LRYi5c/s220/87.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678190.post-6092385647713636075</id><published>2011-04-11T23:12:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T00:57:08.284+08:00</updated><title type='text'>B-b-b-b-back!</title><content type='html'>I can feel the "blogging" vibe comin back to me, gosh!&lt;br /&gt;But who reads this space anyway? &lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, my attachment is gonna end like, NEXT FUCKING WEEK! I can almost die of this euphoric moment!&lt;br /&gt;I have SOOOOOOOOOOOOOO many things on my mind that I wanna do!&lt;br /&gt;Like MUHAMMAD WAFIUDDIN my breast bestest friend said, "LET'S GO CLUBBING!!!"&lt;br /&gt;I WANNA GO CLUBBING! I WANNA GO FUCKING CRUBBINGGGggggggggg! For the music, dancing, chilling, drinking, and maybe a little bit of mingling ehehe. Yknow, I could enjoy my youth soooooooo much better if I don't have a curfew -.-&lt;br /&gt;I NEEDA GET OUT THERE AND HAVE A NIGHT LIFE! Dang! Missing out so much in life.&lt;br /&gt;And Wafi, if you are freaking reading this, when you graduate too, let's go out wild and have all the fucking fun we can!&lt;br /&gt;WE DESERVE IT, OK, WE DESERVE IT! After a whole damn year of attachment while we watch teenagers our age go out and have the fun of their lives ..... gosh, we fucking deserve some good partyin'! &lt;br /&gt;There's so many things I wanna do! AAAAAAAAAaaaaaaa see the excitement is all spilling out waahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! when attachment ends I'm still gonna work part-time but whatever, cos you know, more going out moments equates to MORE PICTURE-TAKINGS !!!! WITH MEANS MORE BLOGGING WAAAAAAAAAaa I can't wait!!! ...Yea I don't know why I'm so excited, it's not like.... people actually read this right? O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SPEAKING OF WHICH, PLANNING TO GO BANGKOK WITH WAFI AND FRIENDS SOMEWHERE THIS JUNE! WHICH I PRAY PRAY I COULD GO, COS IM ASKING MY STRICT PARENTS ALONG TOO, they'll never let me travel with friends just like that. PRAY HARD! I deserve a fucking vacation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okkkkk, yesterday I went to IKEA with D! I only took pictures of myself, I still feel shy to take photos with him..... Idk why, hopefully it's something I'll get over with hehe cos he is such a darling! We shared a hotdog! Then guess what, we went over to Queentown Shopping Centre to eat curry chicken and laksa! AND THEN! We went to Two Chefs @ Commonwealth and had Butter Ribs, Sweet and Sour Pork and Golden Mushroom Tofu yummmmmmmmmmmmmmm. Omg we can really EAT O_O But I was so damn full. Hehehe, headed town then to get Wafi's g-g-g-g-gift! And then met Wafi below his void deck cos he is so damn nice to lend me his Macbook for trial use! HAHA! Planning to get a Macbook Pro :&gt; So eggcited!&lt;br /&gt;MORE EXCITED FOR WAFI'S BIRTHDAY PARTY THIS SAT! HEHEHEHE &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Bb4UBN_BE-I/TaMe1H2sZXI/AAAAAAAABcE/rMurVUxPCi8/s1600/IMG_0558.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Bb4UBN_BE-I/TaMe1H2sZXI/AAAAAAAABcE/rMurVUxPCi8/s400/IMG_0558.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594349060114638194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IgJqZ5hf_6A/TaMe0wjiVUI/AAAAAAAABb8/QAeDrf0wRfo/s1600/IMG_0557.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IgJqZ5hf_6A/TaMe0wjiVUI/AAAAAAAABb8/QAeDrf0wRfo/s400/IMG_0557.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594349053860271426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ofhr7MGRauE/TaMe0ko0URI/AAAAAAAABb0/QvLxaf8mUCk/s1600/IMG_0556.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ofhr7MGRauE/TaMe0ko0URI/AAAAAAAABb0/QvLxaf8mUCk/s400/IMG_0556.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594349050661196050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yE4m1OuIkn4/TaMe0RcqGHI/AAAAAAAABbs/_PWMgv0Dnyg/s1600/IMG_0551.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yE4m1OuIkn4/TaMe0RcqGHI/AAAAAAAABbs/_PWMgv0Dnyg/s400/IMG_0551.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594349045509920882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BeulOiODUTs/TaMe0ZGkzGI/AAAAAAAABbk/iyHphmEyDQU/s1600/IMG_0550.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BeulOiODUTs/TaMe0ZGkzGI/AAAAAAAABbk/iyHphmEyDQU/s400/IMG_0550.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594349047564782690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ari1rvXId-g/TaMyhjHWQcI/AAAAAAAABcc/1CEJB76XOWc/s1600/IMG_0563.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ari1rvXId-g/TaMyhjHWQcI/AAAAAAAABcc/1CEJB76XOWc/s400/IMG_0563.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594370714067419586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-60bbih-jiKo/TaMyhIZcZ-I/AAAAAAAABcU/UMX8fsbzyTE/s1600/IMG_0562.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-60bbih-jiKo/TaMyhIZcZ-I/AAAAAAAABcU/UMX8fsbzyTE/s400/IMG_0562.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594370706895562722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jM_EeZiAHmk/TaMyg3V6oLI/AAAAAAAABcM/b3TexU3TIbM/s1600/IMG_0561.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jM_EeZiAHmk/TaMyg3V6oLI/AAAAAAAABcM/b3TexU3TIbM/s400/IMG_0561.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594370702317363378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEAHHHHH MANY MANY PICTURES OF ME COS I'M GONNA MAKE A COMEBACK! ;)&lt;br /&gt;(actually no lah, cos that's all I took yesterday lol.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678190-6092385647713636075?l=bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com/feeds/6092385647713636075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678190&amp;postID=6092385647713636075&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678190/posts/default/6092385647713636075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678190/posts/default/6092385647713636075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com/2011/04/b-b-b-b-back.html' title='B-b-b-b-back!'/><author><name>Christina Kaulitz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zYC_KR0JDFM/TbMb-T7OjbI/AAAAAAAABdc/G9Hr_LRYi5c/s220/87.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Bb4UBN_BE-I/TaMe1H2sZXI/AAAAAAAABcE/rMurVUxPCi8/s72-c/IMG_0558.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678190.post-1665234550817438954</id><published>2011-04-05T02:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T02:13:31.625+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I agree. Love is strong, Love is powerful.&lt;br /&gt;Time and time again I was defeated by it, time and time again I took it as lessons learnt and picked myself up again..&lt;br /&gt;How bleak is this life? Tainted by the cold truth, the well-hidden lies?&lt;br /&gt;How much, will you risk your life ... or rather your heart towards something you are so uncertain of, yet somewhere inside of you still carries that hope of you actually making that risk?&lt;br /&gt;Why must Life be such a PAIN IN THE FUCKING ASS SHIT SERIOUSLY??&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU KNOW HOW FRIGGIN &lt;strong&gt;HARD&lt;/strong&gt;, and I srsly mean EXTREMELY HARD FOR ME TO GET OVER SOMETHING AND NOT BE PARANOID ABOUT IT!?&lt;br /&gt;Then I had to see some split milk and here it comes knocking on my door: paraniod, low self-esteem, distrustful.&lt;br /&gt;Oh did I said they all came knocking on my door? Meaning I had a choice to open that "door" right?&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, I actually meant, they came BURSTING into my door, like some hungry kid who can't resist ben&amp;jerry ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, suck it up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678190-1665234550817438954?l=bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com/feeds/1665234550817438954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678190&amp;postID=1665234550817438954&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678190/posts/default/1665234550817438954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678190/posts/default/1665234550817438954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-agree.html' title=''/><author><name>Christina Kaulitz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zYC_KR0JDFM/TbMb-T7OjbI/AAAAAAAABdc/G9Hr_LRYi5c/s220/87.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678190.post-7780369805928773776</id><published>2011-04-02T19:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T19:56:22.344+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This had got to be one of the worst feeling ever!!!&lt;br /&gt;Feeling so sick, fugly and weak.&lt;br /&gt;Taking med, baths with solution or applying calamine lotion did not help at all with the overwhelming itch!!&lt;br /&gt;Ughhhhhh now I just feel like sleeping all the time because the itch is killing me!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Problem is, I'm not someone who sleeps easily :(&lt;br /&gt;God bless :'(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678190-7780369805928773776?l=bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com/feeds/7780369805928773776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678190&amp;postID=7780369805928773776&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678190/posts/default/7780369805928773776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678190/posts/default/7780369805928773776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zYC_KR0JDFM/TbMb-T7OjbI/AAAAAAAABdc/G9Hr_LRYi5c/s220/87.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678190.post-8490526870112794090</id><published>2011-02-28T09:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T09:58:00.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why are you the cutest thing ever ?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678190-8490526870112794090?l=bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com/feeds/8490526870112794090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678190&amp;postID=8490526870112794090&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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The one that they said that happens in the first few months of a fresh relationship. &lt;br/&gt;Is it not possible to still feel the jitters and butterflies, the hummingbird heartbeat and sweaty palms after that?&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;There's just something different about the you. I guess it's the way you make me feel when you're around. I hope I'm not wrong this time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678190-6404550560498657414?l=bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com/feeds/6404550560498657414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678190&amp;postID=6404550560498657414&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678190/posts/default/6404550560498657414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678190/posts/default/6404550560498657414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com/2011/02/blog-post_25.html' title=''/><author><name>Christina Kaulitz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zYC_KR0JDFM/TbMb-T7OjbI/AAAAAAAABdc/G9Hr_LRYi5c/s220/87.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678190.post-8062656608252009884</id><published>2011-02-08T09:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T09:35:00.659+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>明明说不会等待.. 心确实 默默的期待着你的消息。我好傻。我太傻了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678190-8062656608252009884?l=bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com/feeds/8062656608252009884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678190&amp;postID=8062656608252009884&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678190/posts/default/8062656608252009884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678190/posts/default/8062656608252009884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com/2011/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Christina Kaulitz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zYC_KR0JDFM/TbMb-T7OjbI/AAAAAAAABdc/G9Hr_LRYi5c/s220/87.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678190.post-337546261941254875</id><published>2011-02-06T01:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T01:43:32.708+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yea, I'm sad he's gonna be away for 22 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no one sees that that's not the actual reason why I'm feeling so.. lost.&lt;br /&gt;It hurts me a little inside when someone asks.&lt;br /&gt;They don't know the pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I blame anyone .. other than myself?&lt;br /&gt;I think not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678190-337546261941254875?l=bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com/feeds/337546261941254875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678190&amp;postID=337546261941254875&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678190/posts/default/337546261941254875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678190/posts/default/337546261941254875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com/2011/02/yea-im-sad-hes-gonna-be-away-for-22.html' title=''/><author><name>Christina Kaulitz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zYC_KR0JDFM/TbMb-T7OjbI/AAAAAAAABdc/G9Hr_LRYi5c/s220/87.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678190.post-8983984443603202126</id><published>2011-01-17T09:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T11:49:45.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>As my fingers follow these scars..</title><content type='html'>i can't figure it out. One part of me detests you to the very core, the other. grateful for that painful lesson you taught me; never love somebody who doesn't love you as much as you love them. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I hate the feeling, knowing that you will smirk if I cried, if I screamed my lungs out.. I hate the feeling, that defeated feeling. It's like you know how fucking much I loved you and you took advantage of that. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;After months and I found the guts to type this out.. People might think I dumped you, simply like that, I'm the bad one. But doubt any one have been thru the shit you put me through. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Remember when I made valentine cookies and you told me Valentine's Day is bullshit and did not even attempt to celebrate with me until we quarrelled. Maybe you just wanted to make me feel better, make it up. &lt;br/&gt;I forgave you.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Remember when you started working and had your pay. You just went out almost everynight with your friends. That's ok, but sometimes you don't even let me know where the FUCK are you and I was so worried cos you don't even tell me when you're home. &lt;br/&gt;That's not all.&lt;br/&gt;When I asked if we could meetup and go out, you told me you HAD NO MONEY. NEVERMIND, I could pay for the meals, but that's just an excuse cos you're just too lazy to even meet me. But others? No problem. So I stopped by your place whenever I could. &lt;br/&gt;When it got out of hands, no contact for a few days etc. You neglected me and rather spend your time somewhere else except for me. I didn't want to bother you so I just let it be when you don't message or call at all. I decide to give up. At the same time, yes I admit, there came another person involved.&lt;br/&gt;Let's not mention about how you DON'T EVEN WANT TO COME AND FIND ME WHEN I WAS DROWNING MY SORROWS WITH LIQOUR. &lt;br/&gt;Alot of things happened, I thought I should let you go and be with this other person cos he treated me really nice, but I still went back to you.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Things got better, until I started my attachment, then you got enlisted. it is fucking weird because when you came out of camp, sometimes you contact me and sometimes you don't. And the shittest feeling is that I don't even know when you are out of camp or even reached home? Cos you don't even message to let me know? Then you head out the whole day and since I only had offday every Monday, I thought, at least we could meet at night, short supper or talk, hey, at least I see you once a week. But no, you headed out the whole day and by night you told me you are tired. Too exhausted to actually meet me even if you haven't seen me for God knows how long. &lt;br/&gt;WHY? &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Then there's no contact, and I asked if anything's wrong, you said no. You told&lt;br/&gt;me not to think too much. Do you still remember all this? It's so clear to me even now. I decided to believe you. I remembered it was a Saturday. No contact throughout the day though you have already booked out. I thought you would have asked me out, but you didn't. I wanted to watch a movie, so I went to watch Despicable Me, alone. In the middle of movie, you finally messaged me. It was around 1am.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;You said you've been thinking and it's not healthy for us to go on cos of the lack of time we have for each other. (Seriously? Like you have the time to add girls on fb and update status but no time to even message/call me to ask about my day?) That you feel like you are wasting my time, and don't want to make me suffer alone any longer. I asked you for one final request, to meet you and clear things up on Saturday.&lt;br/&gt;And the next moment, you had photos that consist of you and me taken off your facebook and even our relationship status. For days I can't even bear to go to that website because it fucking hurt. Mark, it really did. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I thought it was clear, you don't want this relationship anymore. I was ready to face it so that is why I want to meet you in person to tell me WHY, WHAT DID I DO WRONG and so many other questions running through this mind of mine. We agreed on Saturday, after my work and when you come back from camp. On that day, I smsed you to confirm the timing but you told me you had to go back to camp for EXTRA training. Adding on that YOU WILL TALK IT OVER WITH ME ON SUNDAY MORNING INSTEAD WHEN YOU ARE BACK. &lt;br/&gt;Ok. I have no choice, I agreed. &lt;br/&gt;But the next morning, I waited till 12pm. No calls, no messages. Messaged you, no replies and called you, no answers. YOU JUST FUCKING LEFT ME HANGING LIKE THAT. Can anyone imagine? You just went back on your words like you always did.. I still have to work at 3 that day and can you imagine how devastated I was?&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;The next day, you messaged me, told me you were sorry. That you reached home around noon, fell on the bed and slept till 6, woke up and had to rush to prepare for camp. Worst? YOU LEFT YOUR PHONE IN CAMP THE DAY BEFORE YESTERDAY. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Excuse or fact? If this relationship is even important to you, you would have remembered to bring your phone back. Ok, let's say even if you were really that forgetful and forgotten your phone, what about borrowing a phone from your family or even use the house phone? You knew my number, yet you don't even fucking have to initiative to make a call, not even message to me. You fucking know I was waiting for you, we were supposed to talk things out. Fucking heart broken.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;And thru all that, I still forgave you and gave us a chance. You said you brought down and r/s status and our photos cos you thought I will just move on? What the.. Despite all those shit, you made it seem like you wanted to end things but you told me you still want this r/s. Ok, let's start anew.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Things were good, you promised things would be better cos you are sick of all the quarrels and fights. We hardly fight after that. 9 months. We been thru. You went on a 2 weeks outfield training, and when you came back, you said we could meet the next morning. But you cancelled cos of something else important. Didn't see you for so long, I missed you so much too.  But that night you could actually plan to meet me after my work, or the next morning for brunch .... But I just can't understand why you didn't. And you said you missed me. You didn't even told me you don't have to return to camp UNTIL I saw you online on fb. Like....huh? Am I even your gf cos I don't even know what's happening? &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Ok, you said that was because I told you let's meet next week then after you cancelled our meetup. That's because you told me you might have to book in on that day for extra training or something like that. And when you didn't even have to, you didn't even TELL ME? I fucking thought you had alr booked in. The fact is you're still here. &lt;br/&gt;The sad thing is, I wouldn't even know or realise if I didn't went on facebook that night after I came back from work.&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;Remember when you went on mc for the whole fucking 5days and I fucking have no idea of it UNTIL I messaged you on Friday thinking you'll be back from camp. HUH???????????????????????????????????????&lt;br/&gt;First you said you were TOO WEAK to contact me? Then you contradicted yourself and said that you went to eat Ichiban Sushi (jappo restaurant) at BPP with your Mum the day before I contacted you.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;???????????????????????????????? &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Thanks, really. For all the lies, betrayal, broken promises, empty words and making me feel like a fucking fool. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I don't know if you still read this. If you do, if there's a fire burning inside you right now, if you are going to post some shit wuha abt me on your fb wall or somewhere, just know that I have loved you. I forgave you, you gave in to me, tried to understand me, but it's all not enough. Until today, there's still so many questions in my head, there are so many things that you did or simply did nothing to make me feel like you don't love me. Until today, I don't know how much you really loved me, or whether you even do?&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;If there ever come a day when a girl treats you the way you treated me, I hope you look back and reflect, and finally understand.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I know we both tried, and I have truly loved you once.&lt;br/&gt;But when you let me walk away that day, it's clear to me...&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;That it's not worth looking back at this r/s anymore..&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I hope you find happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678190-8983984443603202126?l=bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com/feeds/8983984443603202126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zYC_KR0JDFM/TbMb-T7OjbI/AAAAAAAABdc/G9Hr_LRYi5c/s220/87.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678190.post-3067935852895234328</id><published>2011-01-14T02:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T02:09:11.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's either I'm really stronger, or just simply lost all my tears.&lt;br /&gt;Fuck.&lt;br /&gt;But no matter what, I am fucking grateful to have such friends and family in my life.&lt;br /&gt;Fuck love , because I'll never understand it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678190-3067935852895234328?l=bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com/feeds/3067935852895234328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9qCSU-27LbM/TRyfuPhQjuI/AAAAAAAABaw/YmR8ouqpWA0/s400/tumblr_le7kg2VIwM1qbpwzeo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how strong you try to be, no matter how many walls you tried to build..&lt;br /&gt;There will always be a soft spot.&lt;br /&gt;So here I am, feeling vulnerable and lost.&lt;br /&gt;If I could have a wish for this coming 2011,&lt;br /&gt;it would be to find back my lost self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm wrong, I know I am wrong.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a thief.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678190-5826645522169228377?l=bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678190&amp;postID=4783467661664842069&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678190/posts/default/4783467661664842069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678190/posts/default/4783467661664842069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com/2010/12/and-if-you-stay-i-would-even-wait-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Christina Kaulitz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zYC_KR0JDFM/TbMb-T7OjbI/AAAAAAAABdc/G9Hr_LRYi5c/s220/87.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678190.post-5928217176252265664</id><published>2010-12-25T09:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T09:24:00.411+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*</title><content type='html'>我不是真正的快乐。&lt;br/&gt;merry christmas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678190-5928217176252265664?l=bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com/feeds/5928217176252265664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678190&amp;postID=5928217176252265664&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678190/posts/default/5928217176252265664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678190/posts/default/5928217176252265664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com/2010/12/blog-post.html' title='*'/><author><name>Christina Kaulitz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zYC_KR0JDFM/TbMb-T7OjbI/AAAAAAAABdc/G9Hr_LRYi5c/s220/87.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678190.post-8618521374876181239</id><published>2010-12-14T19:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T19:25:17.615+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I need to be stick thin.&lt;br /&gt;From now on, Im trying that "no food after 8pm" policy and see how it goes.&lt;br /&gt;Any snacks equal fruits tan pei ching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;losing my self-confidence againnnnnnn.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Replaying MCR DANGER DAYS: THE TRUE LIVES OF THE FABULOUS KILLJOYS over and overrr&lt;br /&gt;THEY MUST COME TO SINGAPOREEEEEE&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wait, how long have I been NOT updating?&lt;br /&gt;bah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678190-8618521374876181239?l=bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com/feeds/8618521374876181239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678190&amp;postID=8618521374876181239&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678190/posts/default/8618521374876181239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678190/posts/default/8618521374876181239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-need-to-be-stick-thin.html' title=''/><author><name>Christina Kaulitz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zYC_KR0JDFM/TbMb-T7OjbI/AAAAAAAABdc/G9Hr_LRYi5c/s220/87.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678190.post-5399696921945056029</id><published>2010-12-02T00:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T00:51:12.142+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9qCSU-27LbM/TPZ8gK0gFEI/AAAAAAAABaA/JEb0uqF8He0/s400/tumblr_kqayqpApqr1qzuhd2o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out to all those who feels like they want to give up on life,&lt;br /&gt;you DESERVE to live on and outcome those obstancles to a better you. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678190-5399696921945056029?l=bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com/feeds/5399696921945056029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678190&amp;postID=5399696921945056029&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678190/posts/default/5399696921945056029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678190/posts/default/5399696921945056029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com/2010/12/out-to-all-those-who-feels-like-they.html' title=''/><author><name>Christina Kaulitz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zYC_KR0JDFM/TbMb-T7OjbI/AAAAAAAABdc/G9Hr_LRYi5c/s220/87.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9qCSU-27LbM/TPZ8gK0gFEI/AAAAAAAABaA/JEb0uqF8He0/s72-c/tumblr_kqayqpApqr1qzuhd2o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678190.post-6778948036425632502</id><published>2010-11-11T17:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T17:57:56.994+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9qCSU-27LbM/TNu8CQS21CI/AAAAAAAABZ4/Cf8LtaHZCes/s400/photo.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm all hyped to get started on a portfolio although I have millions of doubts for the guidelines given. Im gonna get all the materials on Mon (I even don't have a proper pencil hehhhhhhhhh) and shall meet up with my girlssssss and prolly the band geeko dudes too HAHAHAaaaaa i miss em allll!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was on the MRT today, there's this scruffy wired hair guy beside me sketching somethin. Had a glance, and he was sketching hands, one on top of the other. He must be a pro, it was realistic and it kind of ..... well, make me doubt myself......&lt;br /&gt;But owell, I'm giving it a go. Pops said he will support me if I can get in.&lt;br /&gt;So, I'll try my best to! WHAT THE FUCK?&lt;br /&gt;I mean, I WILL GIVE MY BEST!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1111111111&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, going to Chiangrai for Loy Krathong next sat! :&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MISS EVERYTHING THEREEEEEEEEEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sigh.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678190-6778948036425632502?l=bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com/feeds/6778948036425632502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678190&amp;postID=6778948036425632502&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678190/posts/default/6778948036425632502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678190/posts/default/6778948036425632502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-miss-everything-thereeeeeeeeee.html' title=''/><author><name>Christina Kaulitz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zYC_KR0JDFM/TbMb-T7OjbI/AAAAAAAABdc/G9Hr_LRYi5c/s220/87.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9qCSU-27LbM/TNu8CQS21CI/AAAAAAAABZ4/Cf8LtaHZCes/s72-c/photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678190.post-7116401916592924437</id><published>2010-11-05T12:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T12:24:38.982+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh shiat I didn't know planning for my future was gonna be so hard.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to actually continue my career as a chef at where I was now,&lt;br /&gt;but my naggy boyfee wants me to continue studying so that I will have a brighter future .________.&lt;br /&gt;Yea, thinking about it, it's kind of true. So I'm planning to work part-time and study at the same time, cos at this raw age of 18, and 19 next frigging year, I can't be using my parent's money........ I need to be independant.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;yeah, I'm planning to enter Lasalle ...... what the balls the fees are making me dizzy. I've been saving up to contribute part of the fees but it's so much I don't even think it's 1/3 of the full fees......... gonna burn a fucking big hole on my dad's pocket.... sigh.. THE FEES ARE MAKING ME RECONSIDER!&lt;br /&gt;But...... if not, I won't know where else I wanna go and what else I wanna do :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiyaaaaaaaa time for work..&lt;br /&gt;Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678190-7116401916592924437?l=bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com/feeds/7116401916592924437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678190&amp;postID=7116401916592924437&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678190/posts/default/7116401916592924437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678190/posts/default/7116401916592924437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com/2010/11/oh-shiat-i-didnt-know-planning-for-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Christina Kaulitz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zYC_KR0JDFM/TbMb-T7OjbI/AAAAAAAABdc/G9Hr_LRYi5c/s220/87.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678190.post-7779527560609118076</id><published>2010-11-04T00:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T01:20:01.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I can't answer those questions.&lt;br /&gt;As to why did I.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I was immature. But immaturity has nothing to do with it.&lt;br /&gt;Immaturity has nothing to do with making one fall in love.&lt;br /&gt;You fall in love by chance, not by choice.&lt;br /&gt;We all fall in love in the most unexpected ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we fall in love with the wrong person.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, and from the start we know we shouldn't had make it happen.&lt;br /&gt;But still, how could I.... just ignore everything.&lt;br /&gt;Words all make it seem so easy, but could you just tell your heart not to fucking feel? I doubt so. I really doubt so. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I don't know what I should do right now.&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell me to give it all up because that's not something I can really do right now. Don't ask me not to think anymore, because I CAN'T.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm just a shitty person like that, I think of all the negative things.&lt;br /&gt;Even the positive can't outdo the latter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What the fuck is wrong with me?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do I get out of this pithole again.... ?&lt;br /&gt;How do I convince myself not to fall too deep.. How can you make your heart do the opposite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, yea. Maybe it was all my fault for not being able to lie to myself that it's not possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha fuck my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678190-7779527560609118076?l=bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com/feeds/7779527560609118076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678190&amp;postID=7779527560609118076&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678190/posts/default/7779527560609118076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678190/posts/default/7779527560609118076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-cant-answer-those-questions.html' title=''/><author><name>Christina Kaulitz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zYC_KR0JDFM/TbMb-T7OjbI/AAAAAAAABdc/G9Hr_LRYi5c/s220/87.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678190.post-8010609596750772147</id><published>2010-10-29T01:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T01:30:32.262+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's starting to get to a point where I really like you alot and I'm afraid I'll fall deeper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the hell am I saying?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678190-8010609596750772147?l=bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com/feeds/8010609596750772147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678190&amp;postID=8010609596750772147&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678190/posts/default/8010609596750772147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678190/posts/default/8010609596750772147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com/2010/10/its-starting-to-get-to-point-where-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Christina Kaulitz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zYC_KR0JDFM/TbMb-T7OjbI/AAAAAAAABdc/G9Hr_LRYi5c/s220/87.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678190.post-8022229287076798813</id><published>2010-10-28T00:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T01:04:31.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So this is what I've been up to lately, birthday celebrations LOLLLLL&lt;br /&gt;My colleagues are all karaoke kings and queens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/69306_455172452364_819042364_5285754_4861220_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/73089_455172552364_819042364_5285760_7268761_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/71518_455172637364_819042364_5285762_5732665_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/66094_455172727364_819042364_5285764_5291872_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/67672_455173282364_819042364_5285777_7672209_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/73199_456577572364_819042364_5311011_7877833_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/71768_456586622364_819042364_5311183_187120_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/67652_456586712364_819042364_5311184_4021936_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell yeah I love this bunch of awesome people :)&lt;br /&gt;There's going to be a third one next two weeks! @_@&lt;br /&gt;Gonna drink, sing and dance till we drop! &lt;br /&gt;Hehe!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678190-8022229287076798813?l=bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com/feeds/8022229287076798813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678190&amp;postID=8022229287076798813&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678190/posts/default/8022229287076798813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678190/posts/default/8022229287076798813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com/2010/10/so-this-is-what-ive-been-up-to-lately.html' title=''/><author><name>Christina Kaulitz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zYC_KR0JDFM/TbMb-T7OjbI/AAAAAAAABdc/G9Hr_LRYi5c/s220/87.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678190.post-8254290873925450932</id><published>2010-10-27T10:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T10:34:00.097+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my sunshine</title><content type='html'>You came along and held me up. We knew what was ahead of us but it didn't stopped us from getting together. It just felt right, maybe all I need to know that is you'll be by my side, and that's how I'll pull through. I said before that I will not hold back these overflowing feelings, but I have to. I can't bring myself to be dependant on you. One day when you have to go, I have to be strong and let go.   &lt;br/&gt;So now you have no idea how hard I'm&lt;br/&gt;trying to be stronger. I'm strong, but it's never enough. It will never be enough. You have no idea.. you have no idea. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Tell me that I'm just downright stupid. &lt;br/&gt;I believe that if it's fated to be yours, eventually it would. People come and go, but regrets and guilt stay like plague in our hearts. It's too early to say anything, forsee anything, but I won't stop thinking of the possibilities. Even that tiniest of hope, it counts.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I just need to let out. I'm feeling mixed everyday. Happy and but void inside. yknow what I mean? I've been thinking abt what to do with this blog since I don't really update anymore. Even if I do, it's mostly wordy hahahah. So I guess this will&lt;br/&gt;just be a personal blog where I pour my heart out on. Since well, the only reader here is ME. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I want a drink and a cig :/&lt;br/&gt;我太笨 明知道 你是错的人 明知道 这不是缘分 但我相信有点可能。&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;晚安。&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678190-8254290873925450932?l=bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com/feeds/8254290873925450932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678190&amp;postID=8254290873925450932&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678190/posts/default/8254290873925450932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678190/posts/default/8254290873925450932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com/2010/10/my-sunshine.html' title='my sunshine'/><author><name>Christina Kaulitz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zYC_KR0JDFM/TbMb-T7OjbI/AAAAAAAABdc/G9Hr_LRYi5c/s220/87.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678190.post-2271697279440553442</id><published>2010-10-17T02:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T02:20:04.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I wished I had a older or younger sister. :/&lt;br /&gt;My brother is just like a younger and (much)fiercer version of my Dad.&lt;br /&gt;He's like a volcano, erupt anytime one lulz.&lt;br /&gt;So I don't really like initiating a conversation with him.&lt;br /&gt;Cos if it's his bad day, then it'll make me feel like it's my fault for talking to him ._____________________. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;he doesn't support me in anything I do either :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see close siblings, going out and such.. I kinda envy em.&lt;br /&gt;Like yknow, to have a best best friend and s/he's actually your blood sibling!&lt;br /&gt;That'll be nice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O hai.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678190-2271697279440553442?l=bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com/feeds/2271697279440553442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678190&amp;postID=2271697279440553442&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678190/posts/default/2271697279440553442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678190/posts/default/2271697279440553442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-wished-i-had-older-or-younger-sister.html' title=''/><author><name>Christina Kaulitz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zYC_KR0JDFM/TbMb-T7OjbI/AAAAAAAABdc/G9Hr_LRYi5c/s220/87.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678190.post-8009168273425590092</id><published>2010-09-29T18:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T18:00:01.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9qCSU-27LbM/TKIz9o-JINI/AAAAAAAABZw/r_Li7MmkGDU/s1600/IMG_0268.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 346px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9qCSU-27LbM/TKIz9o-JINI/AAAAAAAABZw/r_Li7MmkGDU/s400/IMG_0268.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522033227172749522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those random kisses on my forehead, and the way you smile everytime you see me, that means the world to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678190-8009168273425590092?l=bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com/feeds/8009168273425590092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678190&amp;postID=8009168273425590092&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678190/posts/default/8009168273425590092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678190/posts/default/8009168273425590092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com/2010/09/those-random-kisses-on-my-forehead-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Christina Kaulitz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zYC_KR0JDFM/TbMb-T7OjbI/AAAAAAAABdc/G9Hr_LRYi5c/s220/87.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9qCSU-27LbM/TKIz9o-JINI/AAAAAAAABZw/r_Li7MmkGDU/s72-c/IMG_0268.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678190.post-282232825391239176</id><published>2010-09-29T01:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T01:57:24.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9qCSU-27LbM/TKIoc7OdItI/AAAAAAAABZg/DHuOGRLVSZU/s1600/tumblr_l9cwl05EA61qdo7igo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9qCSU-27LbM/TKIoc7OdItI/AAAAAAAABZg/DHuOGRLVSZU/s400/tumblr_l9cwl05EA61qdo7igo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522020570509419218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone there?&lt;br /&gt;Anyone still reads these leftover remains?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm still kicking and alive.&lt;br /&gt;Happier than ever.&lt;br /&gt;WORK IS GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOODDDDDDDDDDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;Damn I've always been wanting to blog it but always forgot to so here I am today!&lt;br /&gt;colleagues are nice and we get along like one big family.&lt;br /&gt;I don't dread heading to work as much as I fucking used to back at.. well, the old place. -.-&lt;br /&gt;Life changed ever since that decision. But in a good way :D&lt;br /&gt;I still miss you, but I don't think that matter at all cos you dont give a fuck haha.&lt;br /&gt;It's good how I could finally let go after all the shit and lies......... ._.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for making me stronger :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just glad my life's back on track.&lt;br /&gt;Halloween's coming and it's gonna be war @ work HAHAHAHAH sure damn busy till my backside on fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NA NA NA NA NA NA NA NA NA!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE IS TEH SHIET!!!!!!!!!!!!!! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for their album, and of course their concert here in SG! &lt;br /&gt;please come please come please cum! *crosses fingers* &lt;br /&gt;ITS GONNA BE FUCKING AWSOMEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678190-282232825391239176?l=bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9qCSU-27LbM/TKIoc7OdItI/AAAAAAAABZg/DHuOGRLVSZU/s72-c/tumblr_l9cwl05EA61qdo7igo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678190.post-2418682632934171477</id><published>2010-09-27T10:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T00:40:03.537+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bullsh*t</title><content type='html'>I felt like I don't deserve all the shit  you put me thru and I will never understand why I still wanna be with you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678190-2418682632934171477?l=bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com/feeds/2418682632934171477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678190&amp;postID=2418682632934171477&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678190/posts/default/2418682632934171477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678190/posts/default/2418682632934171477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com/2010/10/bullsht.html' title='bullsh*t'/><author><name>Christina Kaulitz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zYC_KR0JDFM/TbMb-T7OjbI/AAAAAAAABdc/G9Hr_LRYi5c/s220/87.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678190.post-3543754787018607607</id><published>2010-09-16T00:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T00:39:12.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I am that stupid enough to still trust you&lt;br /&gt;even when everyone is pointing out the 90% possibility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will close all ears unless I witness it for my own.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678190-3543754787018607607?l=bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com/feeds/3543754787018607607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678190&amp;postID=3543754787018607607&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678190/posts/default/3543754787018607607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678190/posts/default/3543754787018607607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-dont-know-why.html' title=''/><author><name>Christina Kaulitz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zYC_KR0JDFM/TbMb-T7OjbI/AAAAAAAABdc/G9Hr_LRYi5c/s220/87.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678190.post-4891819281034049624</id><published>2010-09-11T02:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T02:19:01.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hush</title><content type='html'>If I was me a few months back, I would have cried my eyes and screamed my lungs out.&lt;br /&gt;But now I finally realised how badly hurt I was, because I couldn't feel the pain anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And because of you, I've become stronger.&lt;br /&gt;So I'm learning to move on to somewhere happier.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678190-4891819281034049624?l=bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com/feeds/4891819281034049624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678190&amp;postID=4891819281034049624&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678190/posts/default/4891819281034049624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678190/posts/default/4891819281034049624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com/2010/09/hush.html' title='Hush'/><author><name>Christina 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zYC_KR0JDFM/TbMb-T7OjbI/AAAAAAAABdc/G9Hr_LRYi5c/s220/87.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678190.post-7301561381606288220</id><published>2010-09-02T23:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T12:17:54.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy.</title><content type='html'>Have you ever considered those fragile feelings she had? When you decided to let her go, and she had to hit the ground. All defeated she felt, she had to rise no matter how. She's wasn't sure how she's was gonna leave the past behind, but all she knew was that she couldn't look back anymore. Just then, you came by and swept her up again. Now are you gonna let her fall like you used to do? Perhaps you'll never know, how she's hiding behind, with stained blood on her hands, with tears in her eyes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678190-7301561381606288220?l=bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com/feeds/7301561381606288220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678190&amp;postID=7301561381606288220&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678190/posts/default/7301561381606288220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678190/posts/default/7301561381606288220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com/2010/09/happy.html' title='Happy.'/><author><name>Christina Kaulitz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zYC_KR0JDFM/TbMb-T7OjbI/AAAAAAAABdc/G9Hr_LRYi5c/s220/87.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678190.post-7428859169369757108</id><published>2010-08-30T01:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T01:10:08.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hiiiiiiiii long time no blog. :/&lt;br /&gt;I wanna dye my hair but which color should I go for? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://web.kao.com/sg/liese/lineup/haircolor/images/products_ph003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 235px; height: 260px;" src="http://web.kao.com/sg/liese/lineup/haircolor/images/products_ph003.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://web.kao.com/sg/liese/lineup/haircolor/images/products_ph011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 324px; height: 441px;" src="http://web.kao.com/sg/liese/lineup/haircolor/images/products_ph011.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wanna go for sweet apricot but then how am i gonna get orange eyebrows!&lt;br /&gt;GEDDIT?! ORANGE HAIR + BLACK EYEBROWS = WEIRD!&lt;br /&gt;Just like blonde hair tgt with black eyebrows, lagi worst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello does anyone read this blog anymoreeeeeee?];&lt;br /&gt;LOOOOOOOOOL ._.&lt;br /&gt;cant. wait. for. attachment. to. be. freaking. over.&lt;br /&gt;i. should. be. partying. or. having. fun. just. like. any. other. teenagers. and.  young. adults. out. there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIGH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678190-7428859169369757108?l=bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com/feeds/7428859169369757108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678190&amp;postID=7428859169369757108&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678190/posts/default/7428859169369757108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678190/posts/default/7428859169369757108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com/2010/08/hiiiiiiiii-long-time-no-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Christina Kaulitz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zYC_KR0JDFM/TbMb-T7OjbI/AAAAAAAABdc/G9Hr_LRYi5c/s220/87.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678190.post-6309571391554840775</id><published>2010-08-20T23:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T00:21:00.774+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photorgasm.</title><content type='html'>Sooooooooooooooooooo I finally met up with Wafi and PY, ohh we caught up on good timessssssss HAHAHAHA. It was insane!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decided to go without my specs for that day... maybe I wasn't me .. shiet, THAT MAKE NO SAND! kkkkkkk peter chao influenced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/P8184732.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/P8184748.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/P8184752.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/P8184764.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With eyeliner :o I think I went tad over of that :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to meet py after that and we had lunch @ White Dog Cafe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/IMG_0227.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/P8184784.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/P8184789.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/P8184790.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you imagine after that we headed to Harry's Bar for a drink -.- ITS LIKE STILL DAYLIGHT! But anyhoo, her nice colleague Marcus treated us to a drink. We didnt even know it until he left and the bartender told us he footed the bill alr. So nice! Thank you ar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA we were like running late to meet Wafi after his work @ Cineleisure but we still took our time to shop a little :x WAFI IF YOURE READING THIS, WE'RE SO SORRY! I know I told you we're stuck in a traffic jam, but that was a lieeeeeeeeee D:&lt;br /&gt;A WHITE LIE!! BAHAHAHHAAHAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were bored in the cab so we camwhored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/P8184795.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/IMG_0245-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/IMG_0244.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/IMG_0246.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/IMG_0247.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with Wafi and Khai! Yea Khai tagged along but left after dinner D:&lt;br /&gt;We had dinner @ Shokoden? Shokuto? A pasta and pizza casual dining @ Cine so yea :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/P8184799.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/P8184804.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/P8184806.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/P8184807.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/P8184809.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/P8184810.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/P8184811.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/P8184817.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/P8184818.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/P8184821.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/P8184819.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the sumptious dinner, well, let the photos do the talking yea? :&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/P8184844.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/P8184847.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/P8184846.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/P8184839.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/P8184840.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/P8184841.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/P8184851.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/P8184852.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/P8184865.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/P8184866.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/P8184867.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/P8184869.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/P8184873.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/P8184875.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/P8184876.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/P8184877.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/P8184886.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/P8184887.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/millionbucksppy.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/P8184871.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/P8184870.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/P8184891.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/P8184890.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/P8184900.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/P8184898.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/P8184897.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/P8184895.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/bearbear_cute/P8184901.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMGOSH! -.- Yea it's gettin late and I hafta sleep soon cos there's work tmr. :/&lt;br /&gt;IM SO LASI TO DO CAPTIONS ON T PHOTOS, IM SORRY!&lt;br /&gt;If I had the time, I would.&lt;br /&gt;Hahhaha time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S I'm not that white and ghastly in real life, the flash was kinda harsh :8D&lt;br /&gt;P.S.S I miss you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678190-6309571391554840775?l=bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com/feeds/6309571391554840775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678190&amp;postID=6309571391554840775&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678190/posts/default/6309571391554840775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678190/posts/default/6309571391554840775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com/2010/08/photorgasm.html' title='Photorgasm.'/><author><name>Christina Kaulitz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zYC_KR0JDFM/TbMb-T7OjbI/AAAAAAAABdc/G9Hr_LRYi5c/s220/87.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678190.post-1047963781443157914</id><published>2010-08-17T12:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T12:27:07.004+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I want to have the ability to love less.&lt;br /&gt;Or just, stop loving. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because this insanity is killing me inside out.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want sympathy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678190-1047963781443157914?l=bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com/feeds/1047963781443157914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678190&amp;postID=1047963781443157914&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678190/posts/default/1047963781443157914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678190/posts/default/1047963781443157914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-want-to-have-ability-to-love-less.html' title=''/><author><name>Christina Kaulitz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zYC_KR0JDFM/TbMb-T7OjbI/AAAAAAAABdc/G9Hr_LRYi5c/s220/87.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678190.post-779686316586296749</id><published>2010-08-14T00:30:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T01:13:23.979+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9qCSU-27LbM/TGV60GGPq1I/AAAAAAAABZA/_r2mlXjrrzA/s400/tumblr_l6z99d8lds1qzyrwvo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been having dreams every night since this week o_o&lt;br /&gt;It was darn enjoyable, like playing some kind of game and I AM THE LEAD CHARACTER. HOHOHOHO, shiok sibo! Got once, I was so into the dream, but I had to wake up cos I have the urgency to visit the loo. So I just got up, did my business, and headed back to bed to continue the dream LMFAO! &amp;yea, it worked, it's like commercial break HAHAHAHAHAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But last night I had a bad dream ):&lt;br /&gt;Not nightmarish kind, but I was betrayed by my boyfriend, my mum, dad and was embarassed infront of everyone there. So much that my diginity was left of none, so bad that I just tumbled on the floor in that dimension and cried my lungs out, wailing on the phone to my dad, "WHY DID YOU BETRAY ME?! WHY EVEN YOUUUUU?!?!1/!1."&lt;br /&gt;The next thing I know, I woke up.&lt;br /&gt;With neck aches and a bad back sprain -.---------&lt;br /&gt;Imagine I still have to go to work leh! WALUA, until now it still hurts if I make a wrong move...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAMN.&lt;br /&gt;And the problem with dreams is that you start from NOWHERE. It's like poof! Ok nao I'm a malaysian CIA but a singapore spy in disguise HUAHUAUHHUAHUAHUA ok sorry, I watched Salt like last week ._. Got sequel anot har? It's like Inception, the ending leaves you hanging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been seeing people, or young adults to be precise, around me enjoying their life, partying, having all the time in the world until they can put on twitter/fb/any damn networking site that they are fucking bored, shopping, crubbing, chillaxing etc etc&lt;br /&gt;Girls, having manicure, pedicure, dressing up, make up, hair treatments, camwhoring, ladies night, slumber parties, picnics.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After starting work, it's like time became such a precious thing?&lt;br /&gt;Every extra one hour of sleep also better than none. Ha, even extra 5 mins also good.&lt;br /&gt;And when you're running late, every one minute is like a darn timer bomb ticking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just feel like I don't want to waste my life and youth away either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I can't currently ): &lt;br /&gt;Maybe after I finish my internship.....&lt;br /&gt;8 more months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I really want to be thin.&lt;br /&gt;Why are some people born to be so beautiful and skinny and perfect in this world?&lt;br /&gt;Damn life is so unfair.&lt;br /&gt;AND SO IS LOVE! -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'D BETTER UPGRADE MY COMPUTER SO THAT I CAN PLAY DIABLO III WHEN IT COMES OUT!&lt;br /&gt;oki........ nao to think of it, its as if i have the time to even play.&lt;br /&gt;.......................fffffffffffffff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S Been sleeping with my mum since monday. But today she shoo-ed me back to my own bedroom ._. I don't dare to sleep alone leh...... ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678190-779686316586296749?l=bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com/feeds/779686316586296749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678190&amp;postID=779686316586296749&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678190/posts/default/779686316586296749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678190/posts/default/779686316586296749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com/2010/08/dreams.html' title='dreams'/><author><name>Christina Kaulitz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zYC_KR0JDFM/TbMb-T7OjbI/AAAAAAAABdc/G9Hr_LRYi5c/s220/87.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9qCSU-27LbM/TGV60GGPq1I/AAAAAAAABZA/_r2mlXjrrzA/s72-c/tumblr_l6z99d8lds1qzyrwvo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678190.post-1089272070086833257</id><published>2010-08-10T23:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T23:54:59.022+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yknow, its not very nice to just go behind someone's back and say something when you cant even approach the person your ownself to seek the truth. &lt;br /&gt;what's worst is like you can pretend like nothing happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im just sayin'. :)&lt;br /&gt;what goes around, comes around.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678190-1089272070086833257?l=bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com/feeds/1089272070086833257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678190&amp;postID=1089272070086833257&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678190/posts/default/1089272070086833257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678190/posts/default/1089272070086833257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com/2010/08/yknow-its-not-very-nice-to-just-go.html' title=''/><author><name>Christina Kaulitz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zYC_KR0JDFM/TbMb-T7OjbI/AAAAAAAABdc/G9Hr_LRYi5c/s220/87.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678190.post-4656970691286933835</id><published>2010-08-05T23:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T23:55:48.975+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hi.&lt;br /&gt;if i open my heart to you, it'll all be questions.&lt;br /&gt;the answers will be a rest to my heart at least.&lt;br /&gt;even if its bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh! started working @ the night safari :&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything's good ~&lt;br /&gt;but i'd still get worn out even if its 8 hours every day. :/&lt;br /&gt;and i do not like that ._.&lt;br /&gt;i want to be like a working machine&lt;br /&gt;but not one w/o life &lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAH SUCKAssssssssssssssssss!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;i just missed seeing Tokio Hotel yesterday...........&lt;br /&gt;I KNOW BILL KAULITZ IS FUCKING HOT!!!!!!!!!!!! I KOW!!!!!!!1&lt;br /&gt;HE'S MINE OKI!?!?!??!?!?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, two more days to off day! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678190-4656970691286933835?l=bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com/feeds/4656970691286933835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678190&amp;postID=4656970691286933835&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678190/posts/default/4656970691286933835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678190/posts/default/4656970691286933835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com/2010/08/hi.html' title=''/><author><name>Christina Kaulitz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zYC_KR0JDFM/TbMb-T7OjbI/AAAAAAAABdc/G9Hr_LRYi5c/s220/87.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678190.post-2492961993890695619</id><published>2010-08-01T01:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T02:12:50.828+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I suay like laosai!&lt;br /&gt;I ordered stuff online and NONE OF THEM REACHED ME!!&lt;br /&gt;Like they are wayyyy overdue their mailing date alr.&lt;br /&gt;Emailed to t person in charge and they said they'll check and get back to me.&lt;br /&gt;Now this sucks, because I'll never know if they would.&lt;br /&gt;I feel so cheated.... :( &lt;br /&gt;I was expecting the 2 items to come cos I had them under registered postage. The other one (another site) was under norm postage cos I had previous transactions with this online blog and it went well. But I guess not this time :(&lt;br /&gt;It was a bag. Shit, I need a goddamn casual ladies bag. I've curb my urges to buy those bags I've seen @ TopShop or F21 cos they are so FUCKING EXPENSIVE and slightly unworthy of their prices......... but owell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:( I will tell myself never to online shop EVER cos I'm always getting cheated PLUS you have to wait for 2-4 weeks esp for preorders and the suckiest part is NOT RECEIVING ANYTHING after they confirm an email with you saying that they will send out the items on XX date.&lt;br /&gt;It's like kena feeling cheated and toyed with can! LOL. &lt;br /&gt;Haisssssss,,,,,,,,,,,,,, but all the good things are always onlineeeeee :(((((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk bye!&lt;br /&gt;sorry that this is just a.... boring post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678190-2492961993890695619?l=bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com/feeds/2492961993890695619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678190&amp;postID=2492961993890695619&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678190/posts/default/2492961993890695619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678190/posts/default/2492961993890695619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-suay-like-laosai-i-ordered-stuff.html' title=''/><author><name>Christina Kaulitz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zYC_KR0JDFM/TbMb-T7OjbI/AAAAAAAABdc/G9Hr_LRYi5c/s220/87.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678190.post-7787121710198800005</id><published>2010-07-30T01:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T01:10:42.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 185px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9qCSU-27LbM/TFG1zkMkAdI/AAAAAAAABY4/dg8e5nsUSwQ/s400/tumblr_l6bq0jh9KH1qzhcgro1_500.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ventured far to deep,&lt;br /&gt;I think I lost myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678190-7787121710198800005?l=bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com/feeds/7787121710198800005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678190&amp;postID=7787121710198800005&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678190/posts/default/7787121710198800005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678190/posts/default/7787121710198800005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com/2010/07/ventured-far-to-deep-i-think-i-lost.html' title=''/><author><name>Christina Kaulitz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zYC_KR0JDFM/TbMb-T7OjbI/AAAAAAAABdc/G9Hr_LRYi5c/s220/87.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9qCSU-27LbM/TFG1zkMkAdI/AAAAAAAABY4/dg8e5nsUSwQ/s72-c/tumblr_l6bq0jh9KH1qzhcgro1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678190.post-3860669960905994707</id><published>2010-07-28T22:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T22:21:24.945+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OMGGGGGGG !</title><content type='html'>UGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHhhhhhhhhh!!!!1&lt;br /&gt;I WANNA GO TO SINGFEST, BUT THE ONLY REASON FOR ME TO IS JUST COS OF TOKIO HOTEL!&lt;br /&gt;I DONT WANT TO SEE NO WONDER GIRLS OR KATY BOOBY PERRY -.-&lt;br /&gt;&amp;&amp;&amp;&amp; GUESS WHAT!!!!!!!!! TOKIO HOTEL IS COMING DOWN TO BUGIS JUNCTION NEXT WEDNESDAY AND THEY R GUNNA AUTOGRAPH THEIR SPECIAL COLLECTION OF THE HUMANOID ALBUM!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I DONT KNOW WHETHER TO BE SAD OR HAPPY!    (: :):(::(:(:(:&lt;&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUST HOLD YOUR OWN CONCERT IN SG TOKIO HOTEL!&lt;br /&gt;I'll BE SO FUCKING THERE!!!!!!!!!!1111&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh.. Yknow,&lt;br /&gt;I wished I was born as the opposite sex.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678190-3860669960905994707?l=bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com/feeds/3860669960905994707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678190&amp;postID=3860669960905994707&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678190/posts/default/3860669960905994707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678190/posts/default/3860669960905994707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com/2010/07/omggggggg.html' title='OMGGGGGGG !'/><author><name>Christina Kaulitz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zYC_KR0JDFM/TbMb-T7OjbI/AAAAAAAABdc/G9Hr_LRYi5c/s220/87.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678190.post-3255349044471832781</id><published>2010-07-26T01:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T01:27:45.582+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>no matter what happens, i'll still lose.&lt;br /&gt;i need to get a grip of myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678190-3255349044471832781?l=bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com/feeds/3255349044471832781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678190&amp;postID=3255349044471832781&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678190/posts/default/3255349044471832781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678190/posts/default/3255349044471832781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com/2010/07/no-matter-what-happens-ill-still-lose.html' title=''/><author><name>Christina Kaulitz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zYC_KR0JDFM/TbMb-T7OjbI/AAAAAAAABdc/G9Hr_LRYi5c/s220/87.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678190.post-1249129163500736859</id><published>2010-07-20T00:40:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T01:35:36.331+08:00</updated><title type='text'>weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeey</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9qCSU-27LbM/TESLiFCM2hI/AAAAAAAABYo/_hH-lM8n8Nk/s400/IMG_0164.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495670862882069010" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG! Went out with Cherylalala and Sammie ;3 !&lt;br /&gt;We had yummy Yoshinoya for late lunch (Which I havent had for like, MONTHS WTF@#$@#$324) and Japanese Gelato ice cream yumymumyumyum the one at Taka's basement hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;We went for a shopping spreeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee&lt;br /&gt;I swear I was the happiest girl HWAHWAHWA, just that I contained my excitement. x)&lt;br /&gt;THANK GOD there's still some sales going on. I FINALLY STEPPED INTO TOPSHOP OH MY GOD. many good stuff are gone alr I bet ): I bought some stuff tho!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I set aside an amount of money when I got my &lt;s&gt;salary&lt;/s&gt; allowance to my parents so that they will safekeep it for me! And that way, I won't spend ALL my allowance and feel like shit when I go broke. I got some stuff online too cant wait for them to arrive! WAHAHAH shopping does make me happy, (when I can afford to!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! This is gonna be my last week working at my current location niao, another reason why I'm feeling so happy yippee. &amp; after a week's break, I'm gonna work at the restaurant located in the Singapore Zoological Gardens. &lt;br /&gt;Yea, it's a pretty big step. It's not like I'm totally unhappy with where I'm at now, but I know I'll be sooooo much happier there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEA! I can't wait for this week to be so freaking over. Cos Cheryl and I were planning so much for next week's outing AND I WANNA MEET ALL MY GIRLSSSSS TOO!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Hehehe eggcited!&lt;br /&gt;WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEETTTTT&lt;br /&gt;I finally feel like I'm gonna have a piece of my life back.&lt;br /&gt;Thank God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night owls and stars! *_*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S Went KTV with the girls last mon and we celebrated birthdays! x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9qCSU-27LbM/TESMR6LKZjI/AAAAAAAABYw/jlG7QU0UeIo/s1600/IMG_0148.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9qCSU-27LbM/TESMR6LKZjI/AAAAAAAABYw/jlG7QU0UeIo/s400/IMG_0148.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495671684600587826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So adorable! I lurve yall!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678190-1249129163500736859?l=bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com/feeds/1249129163500736859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678190&amp;postID=1249129163500736859&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678190/posts/default/1249129163500736859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678190/posts/default/1249129163500736859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com/2010/07/weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeey.html' title='weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeey'/><author><name>Christina Kaulitz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zYC_KR0JDFM/TbMb-T7OjbI/AAAAAAAABdc/G9Hr_LRYi5c/s220/87.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9qCSU-27LbM/TESLiFCM2hI/AAAAAAAABYo/_hH-lM8n8Nk/s72-c/IMG_0164.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678190.post-3630725026245771745</id><published>2010-07-19T01:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T02:05:35.728+08:00</updated><title type='text'>countdown: 5 fucking days FUCK YEAAAA?</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9qCSU-27LbM/TENAcEAQFoI/AAAAAAAABYg/-8miaHLs2ic/s1600/tumblr_l5hhr1wSTj1qa9u6ko1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 198px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9qCSU-27LbM/TENAcEAQFoI/AAAAAAAABYg/-8miaHLs2ic/s400/tumblr_l5hhr1wSTj1qa9u6ko1_500.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495306821177448066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giving up on love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t believe in love anymore. I once was love’s biggest fan. I loved love. I believed in love at first sight, true love, soul mate, all that mushy-gushy stuff the best songs and books are written about. It’s what every little girl dreams about. One day my prince will come….blah blah blah. I used to believe in love. I was in love, like I’m talking head over heals, stars in your eyes in L-O-V-E. I loved you with all my heart even though I knew you weren’t perfect. You were always more sure about us. Then we broke up. I still loved you, you said you loved me too. But you got with someone else. I was mad at you. I hated you. I still hate you. You left me hanging, all by myself while you frolicked with her. It doesn’t matter now that you regret everything, if you still have feelings for me. You turned my heart into stone, you made me bitter towards love. I don’t think I’ll be able to love again for a very long time. You walked out on me when I needed you the most. You said forever, but you got with her the moment you were free. I’m just sorry we couldn’t keep our promises. It’s a shame that I don’t believe in love anymore. Because if you don’t believe in love there is nothing to cry about, and I don’t have anymore tears to cry. I gave up on love because it gave up on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jaiheartsyou.tumblr.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678190-3630725026245771745?l=bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com/feeds/3630725026245771745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678190&amp;postID=3630725026245771745&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678190/posts/default/3630725026245771745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678190/posts/default/3630725026245771745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com/2010/07/its-not-enough-for-you-to-pull-through.html' title='countdown: 5 fucking days FUCK YEAAAA?'/><author><name>Christina Kaulitz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zYC_KR0JDFM/TbMb-T7OjbI/AAAAAAAABdc/G9Hr_LRYi5c/s220/87.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9qCSU-27LbM/TENAcEAQFoI/AAAAAAAABYg/-8miaHLs2ic/s72-c/tumblr_l5hhr1wSTj1qa9u6ko1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678190.post-8721853102679021899</id><published>2010-07-17T14:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T14:17:16.434+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So one day, it just happened. You added me on msn but we didn't talk. Until I saw you saying something about L4D2 on your personal message that's when I picked up my courage and used that to start a topic. We were so crazed about L4D2 coming out that time. But I was more interested in getting to know you more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our first date was awkward, but funny as hell when I think about it. You said you forgot to bring your house keys, and you'll have to wait till your mum comes home. I said, why not, let's go out for dinner then? I was at school for some reason and you took a cab down to meet me. We didn't know where we were going to, but Plaza Sing it was. &lt;br /&gt;Our first dinner together. &lt;br /&gt;Our first walk in the rain together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after we got together, you told me that actually you didn't forgot your house keys or anything. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678190-8721853102679021899?l=bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com/feeds/8721853102679021899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678190&amp;postID=8721853102679021899&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678190/posts/default/8721853102679021899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678190/posts/default/8721853102679021899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodyalcoolique.blogspot.com/2010/07/so-one-day-it-just-happened.html' title=''/><author><name>Christina Kaulitz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zYC_KR0JDFM/TbMb-T7OjbI/AAAAAAAABdc/G9Hr_LRYi5c/s220/87.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
