<?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-2847582590356227572</id><updated>2012-03-17T01:43:58.205+11:00</updated><category term='intern'/><category term='kenneth'/><category term='none of dat'/><category term='quote'/><category term='kathy'/><category term='art'/><category term='youtube'/><category term='danica'/><category term='trends'/><category term='joan'/><category term='beautiful'/><category term='summer'/><category term='travel'/><category term='destination'/><category term='san churros'/><category term='i can&apos;t make you love me'/><category term='soundwave'/><category term='society'/><category term='perth'/><category term='bon iver'/><category term='video'/><category term='acura integurl'/><category term='wedges'/><category term='released'/><category term='zooey'/><category term='tv'/><category term='leslie'/><category term='the weeknd'/><category term='fashion pr'/><category term='design inspirations'/><category term='mixtape'/><category term='fish eye'/><category term='gold coast'/><category term='shoes'/><category term='future'/><category term='deschanel'/><category term='kathleen'/><category term='drake'/><category term='sydney'/><category term='90s'/><category term='personal'/><category term='photography'/><category term='jonathan'/><category term='culture'/><category term='bestfriend'/><category term='philanthropy'/><category term='thanks'/><category term='world'/><category term='music'/><category term='echoes of silence'/><category term='dream'/><category term='xo'/><category term='eugene'/><category term='ryan'/><category term='wooden heel'/><category term='betts'/><category term='fashion'/><category term='lie'/><category term='dave'/><category term='rnb'/><category term='life'/><category term='vimeo'/><category term='ovo'/><category term='adventure'/><category term='uni'/><category term='city'/><category term='beau coops'/><category term='festival'/><category term='courtney'/><category term='new girl'/><category term='lo-fi collective'/><category term='santorini'/><category term='series'/><category term='nude'/><category term='rouse hill'/><category term='bestfriends'/><category term='questions'/><category term='frank ocean'/><category term='the polish ambassador'/><category term='neo-soul'/><category term='nmi'/><category term='industrial'/><title type='text'>CRRYST△LISED</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2847582590356227572/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>rheezzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06605197413060303576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7ghwo3JgbWo/TpghJufJDrI/AAAAAAAAASo/1Is2MjuuUoM/s220/Photo%2B6318.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>89</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2847582590356227572.post-711071097658402091</id><published>2012-01-02T21:09:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T21:09:56.637+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vimeo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='acura integurl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frank ocean'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rnb'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>New Year has arrived! .. Posting another song but I'll get back to the photographs soon! Ta.One of my favourite songs from Frank Ocean. Such a breathtaking artist. Can't wait to see him in March!&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="425" mozallowfullscreen="" src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/32936729?title=0&amp;amp;byline=0&amp;amp;portrait=0" webkitallowfullscreen="" width="625"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/32936729"&gt;Acura Integurl - Frank Ocean&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/genea91"&gt;Genea Sampson&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2847582590356227572-711071097658402091?l=rheaarafs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/feeds/711071097658402091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/2012/01/new-year-has-arrived.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2847582590356227572/posts/default/711071097658402091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2847582590356227572/posts/default/711071097658402091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/2012/01/new-year-has-arrived.html' title=''/><author><name>rheezzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06605197413060303576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7ghwo3JgbWo/TpghJufJDrI/AAAAAAAAASo/1Is2MjuuUoM/s220/Photo%2B6318.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2847582590356227572.post-5693939249478239646</id><published>2011-12-29T23:19:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T23:22:06.563+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I wasn't too keen on this song when I first heard it, but it grew on me.&lt;br /&gt;French makes me mellllllt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="640" height="360" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/aMGGtO0YdUI" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2847582590356227572-5693939249478239646?l=rheaarafs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/feeds/5693939249478239646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-wasnt-too-keen-on-this-song-when-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2847582590356227572/posts/default/5693939249478239646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2847582590356227572/posts/default/5693939249478239646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-wasnt-too-keen-on-this-song-when-i.html' title=''/><author><name>rheezzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06605197413060303576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7ghwo3JgbWo/TpghJufJDrI/AAAAAAAAASo/1Is2MjuuUoM/s220/Photo%2B6318.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/aMGGtO0YdUI/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2847582590356227572.post-1867906150373140570</id><published>2011-12-27T23:51:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T23:51:42.683+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beautiful'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='intern'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shoes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion pr'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nmi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='design inspirations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beau coops'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy Christmas! from, NMI.&lt;br /&gt;Our tree at intern was awful to begin with! The branches were falling upwards instead of down, and the tree itself wouldn't stand up at all! Such a mission to build a REAL tree fresh from the soil and with sap coming out from the trunk. #wah! But hey, we got there! Found an empty black square bucket and filled it with bricks and a bit of water to help the poor old tree survive a bit longer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MdI7ZE6JZ1A/Tvm05fdS9JI/AAAAAAAAAfc/b_jfikrqgiw/s1600/IMG_1493.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MdI7ZE6JZ1A/Tvm05fdS9JI/AAAAAAAAAfc/b_jfikrqgiw/s1600/IMG_1493.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Anyway, take a walk into an exclusive sneak preview of &lt;a href="http://www.beaucoops.com/"&gt;Beau Coops&lt;/a&gt;' studio at the 'House of Last'. Carrie is such an amazing and inspiring designer that I absolutely adore and look up to. It's such a privilege seeing and working with her during the days I come in to NMI. I fell in love with Beau Coops the second I saw them in the showroom. Each shoe so divine and carefully constructed, with intricate detailing and one-of-a-kind style. She is also creating a new line of shoes called "January 6", so you've got to look out for it soon! The collection is beyond brill! 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I love it when they come and goBut it could have went so many ways, so many ways it can goCus aint nobody feels the way that I feel when I’m alone..." - Montreal&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;RELEASED!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I downloaded this as soon as it came out and it's safe to say that Abel has definitely done well with this one. I wasn't too gee'd about Thursday, to be honest, but Echoes of Silence has pulled through! Listen to it in order! I came to a conclusion that it's a mix of House of Balloons and Thursday, Sex and Depression, which is perfect to end his trilogy of mixtapes. He's come a long way since my first &lt;a href="http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/2011/07/weeknd.html"&gt;post&lt;/a&gt; about him, still in love. So in fucking love with you, Abel Tesfaye! Kudos.&lt;br /&gt;Download Echoes of Silence at &lt;a href="http://the-weeknd.com/"&gt;HTTP://THE-WEEKND.COM/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5p5IQ0K5lj0/TvcXXzFdz8I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/8GvK-wvSCgY/s1600/TheWeeknd_Echoes.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5p5IQ0K5lj0/TvcXXzFdz8I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/8GvK-wvSCgY/s1600/TheWeeknd_Echoes.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2847582590356227572-5266164492563499826?l=rheaarafs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/feeds/5266164492563499826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/2011/12/and-only-i-can-know-how-close-you-came.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2847582590356227572/posts/default/5266164492563499826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2847582590356227572/posts/default/5266164492563499826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/2011/12/and-only-i-can-know-how-close-you-came.html' title=''/><author><name>rheezzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06605197413060303576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7ghwo3JgbWo/TpghJufJDrI/AAAAAAAAASo/1Is2MjuuUoM/s220/Photo%2B6318.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5p5IQ0K5lj0/TvcXXzFdz8I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/8GvK-wvSCgY/s72-c/TheWeeknd_Echoes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2847582590356227572.post-6173039468746570132</id><published>2011-12-11T22:22:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T22:29:08.374+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bon iver'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the polish ambassador'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='perth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='youtube'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Electronic sesh's are so damn chill. Loving this remix by the &lt;a href="http://thepolishambassador.com/"&gt;The Polish Ambassador&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="360" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/KAkbW8aSCFA" width="640"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2847582590356227572-6173039468746570132?l=rheaarafs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/feeds/6173039468746570132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/2011/12/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2847582590356227572/posts/default/6173039468746570132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2847582590356227572/posts/default/6173039468746570132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/2011/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>rheezzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06605197413060303576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7ghwo3JgbWo/TpghJufJDrI/AAAAAAAAASo/1Is2MjuuUoM/s220/Photo%2B6318.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/KAkbW8aSCFA/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2847582590356227572.post-4918918945531526664</id><published>2011-12-09T20:06:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T20:06:34.176+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You know how people have a photographic memory, and yours is all of that one person... Every scene replays in your mind, with every single detail... Fuck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2847582590356227572-4918918945531526664?l=rheaarafs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/feeds/4918918945531526664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/2011/12/you-know-how-people-have-photographic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2847582590356227572/posts/default/4918918945531526664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2847582590356227572/posts/default/4918918945531526664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/2011/12/you-know-how-people-have-photographic.html' title=''/><author><name>rheezzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06605197413060303576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7ghwo3JgbWo/TpghJufJDrI/AAAAAAAAASo/1Is2MjuuUoM/s220/Photo%2B6318.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2847582590356227572.post-903039606337986590</id><published>2011-12-01T22:41:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T22:50:49.031+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beautiful'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ryan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='leslie'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, I know I just posted but I couldn't &lt;b&gt;not&lt;/b&gt; post this up after listening and watching it! Legit. The composition, the synth all through, mega upbeat tempo, the rap.. oh the mother fucking rap. I definitely can not wait til &lt;i&gt;Les is More&lt;/i&gt; comes out. R LES, you are ah-fucking-mazing!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Thats the ROCK STAR life. I live it, baby"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="360" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/gFtujeWugXQ" width="640"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2847582590356227572-903039606337986590?l=rheaarafs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/feeds/903039606337986590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/2011/12/okay-i-know-i-just-posted-but-i-couldnt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2847582590356227572/posts/default/903039606337986590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2847582590356227572/posts/default/903039606337986590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/2011/12/okay-i-know-i-just-posted-but-i-couldnt.html' title=''/><author><name>rheezzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06605197413060303576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7ghwo3JgbWo/TpghJufJDrI/AAAAAAAAASo/1Is2MjuuUoM/s220/Photo%2B6318.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/gFtujeWugXQ/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2847582590356227572.post-1560195962334694919</id><published>2011-12-01T22:00:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T22:05:28.719+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='zooey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deschanel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tv'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='series'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new girl'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WGwO4dm8VjQ/Ttdeo1iO_JI/AAAAAAAAAZs/OgW6KhDTyOs/s1600/NewGirlintertitle.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="360" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WGwO4dm8VjQ/Ttdeo1iO_JI/AAAAAAAAAZs/OgW6KhDTyOs/s640/NewGirlintertitle.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Fucking love this show!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2847582590356227572-1560195962334694919?l=rheaarafs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/feeds/1560195962334694919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/2011/12/fucking-love-this-show.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2847582590356227572/posts/default/1560195962334694919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2847582590356227572/posts/default/1560195962334694919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/2011/12/fucking-love-this-show.html' title=''/><author><name>rheezzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06605197413060303576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7ghwo3JgbWo/TpghJufJDrI/AAAAAAAAASo/1Is2MjuuUoM/s220/Photo%2B6318.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WGwO4dm8VjQ/Ttdeo1iO_JI/AAAAAAAAAZs/OgW6KhDTyOs/s72-c/NewGirlintertitle.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2847582590356227572.post-8902889549573851894</id><published>2011-11-30T19:25:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T19:39:54.092+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='philanthropy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='world'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='city'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm never one to hesitate on giving to the needy. I always view it in the perspective of the person asking me. People say I give too much, but to me, 'a little help goes a long way'. Today, a lady walked up asking for money for breakfast, the look in her eyes as the words came out of her mouth, she was sure I was about to say no... but then the sudden brightness in her face as I took out my wallet and she smiled at me. I love that. The act of kindness one brings upon another who is in need, and the reaction that makes it all worth it. Then I walked about five steps away and another man who was looking for donations for a charity based in Indonesia asked if I could donate too. I mean, why not? What's a few dollars less in my wallet going to affect my financial life? Not at all. I work for the money I earn. And recently I've been keeping it well above my reach, which I am very proud of. To me, 'do upon others what you would want others to do for you', is just a quote I live by. I love the feeling of philanthropy and it's something I strongly believe in. And besides, it's one of the five simple rules of happiness! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2847582590356227572-8902889549573851894?l=rheaarafs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/feeds/8902889549573851894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/2011/11/im-never-one-to-hesitate-on-giving-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2847582590356227572/posts/default/8902889549573851894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2847582590356227572/posts/default/8902889549573851894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/2011/11/im-never-one-to-hesitate-on-giving-to.html' title=''/><author><name>rheezzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06605197413060303576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7ghwo3JgbWo/TpghJufJDrI/AAAAAAAAASo/1Is2MjuuUoM/s220/Photo%2B6318.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2847582590356227572.post-1015228244326942891</id><published>2011-11-29T22:44:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T22:59:50.765+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sydney'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='world'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adventure'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='future'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='destination'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n_YinefyawQ/TtTFr-8hBPI/AAAAAAAAAZc/dEmjHThevz8/s1600/hgaab.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n_YinefyawQ/TtTFr-8hBPI/AAAAAAAAAZc/dEmjHThevz8/s640/hgaab.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So I finally convinced my mother(dearest) to fly out to our homeland next year before uni begins again. Super thrilled about her being keen to go so I'm saving up as much as I can to make this happen!&lt;br /&gt;I don't care about being a workaholic or being anti-social for the weeks coming up to Christmas but I simply can't stay here in Sydney. I need to revisit Melbourne as well, and perhaps GC again for a day or two. Anywhere but here, please!&lt;br /&gt;But hey, my whole family is set for The States in June/July 2012, so I shouldn't really complain about being confined out here.&lt;br /&gt;Either way, I love Sydney.&lt;br /&gt;To add to that, I'm planning on going skydiving with Bec soon! We're both so up for all these adrenalin hypey kinda shit and I never say no to something as exhilarating as jumping off a fucking plane and feeling as free as a bird.&lt;br /&gt;Why the fuck not, right?&lt;br /&gt;Too damn keen for summer.&lt;br /&gt;Beach. Ben and Jerrys. Icy shiiiiz. Being half naked. Sweat. Sexy sweat. Sun. Endless sun.&lt;br /&gt;Mother. Fucking. YES.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2847582590356227572-1015228244326942891?l=rheaarafs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/feeds/1015228244326942891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/2011/11/so-i-finally-convinced-my-motherdearest.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2847582590356227572/posts/default/1015228244326942891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2847582590356227572/posts/default/1015228244326942891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/2011/11/so-i-finally-convinced-my-motherdearest.html' title=''/><author><name>rheezzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06605197413060303576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7ghwo3JgbWo/TpghJufJDrI/AAAAAAAAASo/1Is2MjuuUoM/s220/Photo%2B6318.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n_YinefyawQ/TtTFr-8hBPI/AAAAAAAAAZc/dEmjHThevz8/s72-c/hgaab.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2847582590356227572.post-2753967403962599293</id><published>2011-11-27T18:35:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2011-11-27T18:37:30.597+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eugene'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bon iver'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bestfriend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bestfriends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rouse hill'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MwV1Y5XqJLE/TtHmCEAqdXI/AAAAAAAAAZE/qqQwnRIrqag/s1600/tumblr_lvb5tdlLmv1qzfo2qo1_500.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MwV1Y5XqJLE/TtHmCEAqdXI/AAAAAAAAAZE/qqQwnRIrqag/s640/tumblr_lvb5tdlLmv1qzfo2qo1_500.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Pen7SPt5cpA/TtHmDuuERVI/AAAAAAAAAZM/5IJqjIRswMU/s1600/tumblr_lvb5uh7BXR1qzfo2qo1_500.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Pen7SPt5cpA/TtHmDuuERVI/AAAAAAAAAZM/5IJqjIRswMU/s640/tumblr_lvb5uh7BXR1qzfo2qo1_500.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;The weather was too good to go to waste after work today so I went off and purchased the new Bon Iver album and had a late lunch with my most amazing best boy, Eugene. That's all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2847582590356227572-2753967403962599293?l=rheaarafs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/feeds/2753967403962599293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/2011/11/weather-was-too-good-to-go-to-waste.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2847582590356227572/posts/default/2753967403962599293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2847582590356227572/posts/default/2753967403962599293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/2011/11/weather-was-too-good-to-go-to-waste.html' title=''/><author><name>rheezzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06605197413060303576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7ghwo3JgbWo/TpghJufJDrI/AAAAAAAAASo/1Is2MjuuUoM/s220/Photo%2B6318.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MwV1Y5XqJLE/TtHmCEAqdXI/AAAAAAAAAZE/qqQwnRIrqag/s72-c/tumblr_lvb5tdlLmv1qzfo2qo1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2847582590356227572.post-2488512021025794226</id><published>2011-11-27T00:00:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2011-11-27T00:08:37.535+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kathy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eugene'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='danica'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quote'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kathleen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thanks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kenneth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='courtney'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bestfriends'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;We don't have to talk every day.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="last"&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;I love those type of friendships that don’t require a lot of effort. We may not see each other as much as we want to or talk as much as we used to, but it doesn’t change the fact that we’re friends no matter what. They can do their own thing and I can do my own thing.&amp;nbsp;What’s important is that whenever we do see each other again, we can pick up right from where we left off without making it awkward. Any friendship that works out like that is a friendship worth having. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="st"&gt;♥ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="st"&gt;♥ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="st"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister - Joan Rafael,&lt;br /&gt;Kathreen Acido, Danica Doroteo, Courtney Quai-Hoi,&lt;br /&gt;Kathleen Monares,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;Eugene Grey, Kenneth Monares, Jonathan Paraan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2847582590356227572-2488512021025794226?l=rheaarafs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/feeds/2488512021025794226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/2011/11/we-dont-have-to-talk-every-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2847582590356227572/posts/default/2488512021025794226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2847582590356227572/posts/default/2488512021025794226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/2011/11/we-dont-have-to-talk-every-day.html' title=''/><author><name>rheezzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06605197413060303576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7ghwo3JgbWo/TpghJufJDrI/AAAAAAAAASo/1Is2MjuuUoM/s220/Photo%2B6318.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2847582590356227572.post-986540049043648539</id><published>2011-11-26T23:12:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2011-11-27T00:07:49.021+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedges'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wooden heel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nude'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='betts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ozi3OAxsXa0/TtDXu1kZKvI/AAAAAAAAAY8/zXQEuhEifFQ/s1600/tumblr_lv9oel4da41qzfo2qo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ozi3OAxsXa0/TtDXu1kZKvI/AAAAAAAAAY8/zXQEuhEifFQ/s640/tumblr_lv9oel4da41qzfo2qo1_500.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Just because they were beautiful.. and on sale!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2847582590356227572-986540049043648539?l=rheaarafs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/feeds/986540049043648539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/2011/11/just-because-they-were-beautiful.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2847582590356227572/posts/default/986540049043648539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2847582590356227572/posts/default/986540049043648539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/2011/11/just-because-they-were-beautiful.html' title=''/><author><name>rheezzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06605197413060303576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7ghwo3JgbWo/TpghJufJDrI/AAAAAAAAASo/1Is2MjuuUoM/s220/Photo%2B6318.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ozi3OAxsXa0/TtDXu1kZKvI/AAAAAAAAAY8/zXQEuhEifFQ/s72-c/tumblr_lv9oel4da41qzfo2qo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2847582590356227572.post-1634336145382027069</id><published>2011-11-25T21:38:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T22:04:23.834+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='world'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='santorini'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='future'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='destination'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dream'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Santorini.&lt;br /&gt;(Greek: &lt;span lang="el" xml:lang="el"&gt;Σαντορίνη&lt;/span&gt;, pronounced &lt;span class="IPA" title="Pronunciation in IPA"&gt;[sadoˈrini]&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone has pretty much got an idea of a city in the world where they'd love to visit, or get married at, and as for me, Santorini definitely takes the cake. This amazing destination is one of my dream locations to live or vaykay at... in the (very near) future. Taking into account the historical narrative behind this stunning ancient island, I am drawn to the (as I've researched) numerous museums, and moreso the strong religious aspect that Santorini accommodates. Not only do I adore the breathtaking beaches, I have also fallen in love with the white concrete buildings that abides the whole of the city!! Someone, take me there! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-N5VtzUhX1vg/Ts9wNqxz15I/AAAAAAAAAX0/_xZImvTzc48/s1600/Picture+30.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="427" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-N5VtzUhX1vg/Ts9wNqxz15I/AAAAAAAAAX0/_xZImvTzc48/s640/Picture+30.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2W7xmWhBzk8/Ts9wkumldTI/AAAAAAAAAY0/4xX6nH7bfzE/s1600/5712937329_ab115415e3_b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2W7xmWhBzk8/Ts9wkumldTI/AAAAAAAAAY0/4xX6nH7bfzE/s640/5712937329_ab115415e3_b.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nyNfDnxIOhI/Ts9wWAQVvDI/AAAAAAAAAYE/5T08DwMTh-k/s1600/Picture+34.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KarhrMkmKZk/Ts9wRk1MxtI/AAAAAAAAAX8/H8olklqoUZI/s640/Picture+32.png" width="640" /&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/2847582590356227572-1634336145382027069?l=rheaarafs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/feeds/1634336145382027069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/2011/11/santorini.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2847582590356227572/posts/default/1634336145382027069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2847582590356227572/posts/default/1634336145382027069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/2011/11/santorini.html' title=''/><author><name>rheezzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06605197413060303576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7ghwo3JgbWo/TpghJufJDrI/AAAAAAAAASo/1Is2MjuuUoM/s220/Photo%2B6318.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-N5VtzUhX1vg/Ts9wNqxz15I/AAAAAAAAAX0/_xZImvTzc48/s72-c/Picture+30.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2847582590356227572.post-3270372928230407302</id><published>2011-11-08T19:52:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T20:10:12.964+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;The early hours of the mornings aren't what they used to be. This is actually harder than I thought it'd be. I found myself sitting in the dark holding my hand close to my heart, painfully crying. Hah, seriously.. fuck. It even only occurred to me today what it meant... after seeing my best boy and catching up, he questioned everything and asked why it hurt so much, and he knew, he knew it exactly... "Does it hurt because you were in love with him?", I looked away, cringed. Why the fuck does that word emotionally stab me every time I hear it... I guess it's not supposed to matter anymore. I guess everything happens for a reason and it'll all fall exactly where it's supposed to be. Maybe I should just promise myself that I'm really ready to let go. I need to really let go.&lt;br /&gt;And finally, a quote that relates...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you... and I probably always will.&lt;br /&gt;But we go days without having a meaningful conversation.&lt;br /&gt;And I used to miss you so much when that happened, but it never seemed like you missed me... and because of it, I stopped missing you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="360" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/v0X1z5Z4Z60" width="640"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2847582590356227572-3270372928230407302?l=rheaarafs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/feeds/3270372928230407302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-love-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2847582590356227572/posts/default/3270372928230407302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2847582590356227572/posts/default/3270372928230407302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-love-you.html' title=''/><author><name>rheezzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06605197413060303576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7ghwo3JgbWo/TpghJufJDrI/AAAAAAAAASo/1Is2MjuuUoM/s220/Photo%2B6318.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/v0X1z5Z4Z60/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2847582590356227572.post-2295627789705605486</id><published>2011-11-02T20:41:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T20:45:52.078+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quote'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RMaQnKkjZos/TrEOdjbCRzI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/BPvRvOTyWak/s1600/tumblr_ltxa6cobCC1qbpwzeo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="432" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RMaQnKkjZos/TrEOdjbCRzI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/BPvRvOTyWak/s640/tumblr_ltxa6cobCC1qbpwzeo1_500.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RMaQnKkjZos/TrEOdjbCRzI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/BPvRvOTyWak/s1600/tumblr_ltxa6cobCC1qbpwzeo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I always seem to know exactly what to say when someone needs advice to do with life, love, or anything in general, but when it comes to my personal life, I have no idea. Perhaps it's because I don't want to lay it all down, perhaps I don't want to believe my inner thoughts. How can everything just remind me of him? Every. Single. Fucking. Thing. (sigh) Seriously though, one moment I'm fine, the next, something shows up to make me think of him. I absolutely hate feeling it, because I know I can't get any of it back. I know he's fine without me. You know when it hurts that much that you can actually feel your heart hurting? Yeah, that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2847582590356227572-2295627789705605486?l=rheaarafs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/feeds/2295627789705605486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-always-seem-to-know-exactly-what-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2847582590356227572/posts/default/2295627789705605486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2847582590356227572/posts/default/2295627789705605486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-always-seem-to-know-exactly-what-to.html' title=''/><author><name>rheezzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06605197413060303576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7ghwo3JgbWo/TpghJufJDrI/AAAAAAAAASo/1Is2MjuuUoM/s220/Photo%2B6318.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RMaQnKkjZos/TrEOdjbCRzI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/BPvRvOTyWak/s72-c/tumblr_ltxa6cobCC1qbpwzeo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2847582590356227572.post-4343688929232571545</id><published>2011-10-31T21:54:00.007+11:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T20:44:38.350+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sydney'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eugene'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fish eye'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZL51y7knWgE/Tq6ATKIMyMI/AAAAAAAAAVw/hk_OmcY0-Zs/s1600/IMG_4782.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="424" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669610047530649794" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZL51y7knWgE/Tq6ATKIMyMI/AAAAAAAAAVw/hk_OmcY0-Zs/s640/IMG_4782.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-35LzzOitbvE/Tq5_32UONDI/AAAAAAAAAVk/2JG-mZx3XXw/s1600/IMG_4798.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="426" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669609578355897394" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-35LzzOitbvE/Tq5_32UONDI/AAAAAAAAAVk/2JG-mZx3XXw/s640/IMG_4798.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-irD8i-O4Keo/Tq5_hverDYI/AAAAAAAAAVY/ZU_UYlPs9DA/s1600/IMG_4790.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="426" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669609198563560834" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-irD8i-O4Keo/Tq5_hverDYI/AAAAAAAAAVY/ZU_UYlPs9DA/s640/IMG_4790.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ibWlL0WcZ3E/Tq5-u6OwhvI/AAAAAAAAAVM/30BYi6DZr8k/s1600/IMG_4783.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="426" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669608325276272370" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ibWlL0WcZ3E/Tq5-u6OwhvI/AAAAAAAAAVM/30BYi6DZr8k/s640/IMG_4783.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gWxOoa4Wd5s/Tq6C9ngK7QI/AAAAAAAAAWI/tOjQ5g1knpk/s1600/IMG_4805.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="426" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669612975993580802" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gWxOoa4Wd5s/Tq6C9ngK7QI/AAAAAAAAAWI/tOjQ5g1knpk/s640/IMG_4805.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather was amazing today. I went to Bondi Junction for an interview and was half an hour early (LOL), the view was amaazing but I didn't wanna shoot inside the building. Test run some fish eyes, met up with my bestman, Eugene. Don't really wanna write much. Just a quickie, ta.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2847582590356227572-4343688929232571545?l=rheaarafs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/feeds/4343688929232571545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/2011/10/weather-was-amazing-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2847582590356227572/posts/default/4343688929232571545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2847582590356227572/posts/default/4343688929232571545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/2011/10/weather-was-amazing-today.html' title=''/><author><name>rheezzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06605197413060303576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7ghwo3JgbWo/TpghJufJDrI/AAAAAAAAASo/1Is2MjuuUoM/s220/Photo%2B6318.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZL51y7knWgE/Tq6ATKIMyMI/AAAAAAAAAVw/hk_OmcY0-Zs/s72-c/IMG_4782.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2847582590356227572.post-8265011946891312209</id><published>2011-10-30T21:45:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T12:13:43.406+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bon iver'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quote'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i can&apos;t make you love me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='questions'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Maybe it's not always about trying to fix something broken. Maybe it's about starting over and creating something better."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="340" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Q3VjaCy5gck" width="600"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Three things I want to say to three different people.&lt;br /&gt;In the simplest form...&lt;br /&gt;Person 1 - I miss you,&lt;br /&gt;Person 2 - I'm sorry,&lt;br /&gt;Person 3 - Thank you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. One of my insecurities.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not good enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What turns me on.&lt;br /&gt;Steez, Tatts, Jawline, Neck kisses, Good sex songs, Dancing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. One of my bad habits.&lt;br /&gt;Falling for the same type.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Who I wish I could be.&lt;br /&gt;Just a better person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Where I want to be right now.&lt;br /&gt;Anywhere but here. I want to be in LA, or Europe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. The last thing I ate.&lt;br /&gt;Rocky Road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Sexiest person that comes to my mind immediately.&lt;br /&gt;Guy - Francisco Lachowski&lt;br /&gt;Girl - Levy Tran&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What song I’m currently listening to.&lt;br /&gt;(See above, Bon Iver - I can't make you love me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. The last time I cried and why.&lt;br /&gt;The other day, Reminiscing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Something I’m excited about.&lt;br /&gt;A few things:&lt;br /&gt;1 - I've started holidays.&lt;br /&gt;2 - Working more.&lt;br /&gt;3 - Festivals.&lt;br /&gt;4 - Summer/Beach weather.&lt;br /&gt;5 - Christmas &amp;amp; New Years.&lt;br /&gt;6 - Change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. 5 things I like about myself and 5 things I dislike about myself.&lt;br /&gt;Like:&lt;br /&gt;1 - I'm very charitable. I put others before myself.&lt;br /&gt;2 - First impression of me is completely wrong.&lt;br /&gt;3 - I like to keep busy. &lt;br /&gt;4 - I'm determined about what I want and passionate.&lt;br /&gt;5 - I'm not consumed with materialistic things even though I seem like I am.&lt;br /&gt;Dislike:&lt;br /&gt;1 - being charitable, I give in to a lot. I almost always can't say no.&lt;br /&gt;2 - I push people away, esp. the one's who really make an effort on me.&lt;br /&gt;3 - I'm losing time for the more important things in life. &lt;br /&gt;4 - I procrastinate a lot.&lt;br /&gt;5 - I always seem to fall for the same type. I always get my heartbroken, thinking it'd be different. But it turns out all the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Three things I want right now.&lt;br /&gt;1 - Change.&lt;br /&gt;2 - Happiness.&lt;br /&gt;3 - Something I can't have.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2847582590356227572-8265011946891312209?l=rheaarafs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/feeds/8265011946891312209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/2011/10/maybe-its-not-always-about-trying-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2847582590356227572/posts/default/8265011946891312209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2847582590356227572/posts/default/8265011946891312209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/2011/10/maybe-its-not-always-about-trying-to.html' title=''/><author><name>rheezzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06605197413060303576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7ghwo3JgbWo/TpghJufJDrI/AAAAAAAAASo/1Is2MjuuUoM/s220/Photo%2B6318.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/Q3VjaCy5gck/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2847582590356227572.post-3989628126021650223</id><published>2011-10-25T12:43:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T12:47:34.422+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='none of dat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drake'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Shhh, baby don't say a word. Silence, tonight we gon' get real private.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/kL0ZcIdeGkg" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="460" width="600"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Drizzy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2847582590356227572-3989628126021650223?l=rheaarafs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/feeds/3989628126021650223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/2011/10/shhh-baby-dont-say-word.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2847582590356227572/posts/default/3989628126021650223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2847582590356227572/posts/default/3989628126021650223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/2011/10/shhh-baby-dont-say-word.html' title=''/><author><name>rheezzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06605197413060303576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7ghwo3JgbWo/TpghJufJDrI/AAAAAAAAASo/1Is2MjuuUoM/s220/Photo%2B6318.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/kL0ZcIdeGkg/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2847582590356227572.post-2090348788726808702</id><published>2011-10-20T23:07:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T23:09:10.196+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rvGO40MowRE/TqAPLdUwtCI/AAAAAAAAAUg/RXwDQyWO0xo/s1600/tumblr_l826rgLs1u1qa13nso1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rvGO40MowRE/TqAPLdUwtCI/AAAAAAAAAUg/RXwDQyWO0xo/s400/tumblr_l826rgLs1u1qa13nso1_500.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665545020756767778" border="0" /&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/2847582590356227572-2090348788726808702?l=rheaarafs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/feeds/2090348788726808702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/2011/10/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2847582590356227572/posts/default/2090348788726808702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2847582590356227572/posts/default/2090348788726808702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/2011/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>rheezzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06605197413060303576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7ghwo3JgbWo/TpghJufJDrI/AAAAAAAAASo/1Is2MjuuUoM/s220/Photo%2B6318.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rvGO40MowRE/TqAPLdUwtCI/AAAAAAAAAUg/RXwDQyWO0xo/s72-c/tumblr_l826rgLs1u1qa13nso1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2847582590356227572.post-7358893666647666586</id><published>2011-10-18T21:56:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T21:56:03.756+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quote'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;"It’s easy to get up and leave when things run dry.&lt;br /&gt;It’s easy to find or  want someone with better qualities.&lt;br /&gt;But it takes a whole lot of heart to  stick it out and make things work."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2847582590356227572-7358893666647666586?l=rheaarafs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/feeds/7358893666647666586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/2011/10/its-easy-to-get-up-and-leave-when.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2847582590356227572/posts/default/7358893666647666586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2847582590356227572/posts/default/7358893666647666586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/2011/10/its-easy-to-get-up-and-leave-when.html' title=''/><author><name>rheezzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06605197413060303576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7ghwo3JgbWo/TpghJufJDrI/AAAAAAAAASo/1Is2MjuuUoM/s220/Photo%2B6318.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2847582590356227572.post-8688719911479666593</id><published>2011-10-14T21:17:00.017+11:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T22:26:29.939+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='intern'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion pr'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nmi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='design inspirations'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So I know I've already got a creative culture intern, but I have good news! I have another! (Yay!) It's a Fashion P.R Assistant at Chippendale for NMI. It's safe to say that I'm liking it (first day was today), because it's chill, yet busy, and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;amazingly&lt;/span&gt; amazing because all I do is drool (not literally) over all the labels that we carry there! My fave brand, &lt;a href="http://www.elevenparis.com/fr/"&gt;Eleven Paris&lt;/a&gt;, is discontinued though. *SADFACE*. Fortunately, we still carry &lt;a href="http://5preview.blogspot.com/"&gt;5Preview&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.loftdesignby.com/modules/flash/"&gt;LOFT Design By&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://www.twenty8twelve.com/"&gt;Twenty8Twelve by Sienna Miller&lt;/a&gt;. Oh, and I've fallen in love with &lt;a href="http://beaucoops.com/"&gt;BEAU COOPS&lt;/a&gt;! I'll have to invest in a pair when I've got the expenses to cover them. It's all kooky around Chippendale, cute dining places, and the streets are beautiful during the day (but rape alley at night). I'll definitely update more as I go. Anyway lovers, I managed to sneak a few snaps of the showroom that we relocated today with my trusty iPhone! ...And no, that's not a real cow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-chjyWjAeE6M/TpgMhP7aFHI/AAAAAAAAAQM/NxRWqx0XA5I/s1600/tumblr_lsy6uaDcak1qzfo2qo1_500.png" width="600" height="420"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Oh6X_LRiabU/TpganVHmEAI/AAAAAAAAASc/t3W-jG84LiY/s1600/tumblr_lsy6uaDcak1qzfo2qo1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 420px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Oh6X_LRiabU/TpganVHmEAI/AAAAAAAAASc/t3W-jG84LiY/s400/tumblr_lsy6uaDcak1qzfo2qo1_500.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663305794404618242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3uMb1HTxgtk/Tpgaav9gB4I/AAAAAAAAASQ/V1Snaiu_9Vw/s1600/tumblr_lt1sahqFeA1qzfo2qo1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 420px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3uMb1HTxgtk/Tpgaav9gB4I/AAAAAAAAASQ/V1Snaiu_9Vw/s400/tumblr_lt1sahqFeA1qzfo2qo1_500.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663305578271737730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-chjyWjAeE6M/TpgMhP7aFHI/AAAAAAAAAQM/NxRWqx0XA5I/s1600/tumblr_lsy6uaDcak1qzfo2qo1_500.png" width="600" height="420"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FmQ-s50Ukaw/TpgNBt_MfBI/AAAAAAAAAQc/X_IMcIIYVMU/s1600/tumblr_lt1rdfeRbz1qzfo2q.png" width="600" height="1020"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; 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width: 600px; height: 420px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9-Nx-CufudU/TpgOe1WTj7I/AAAAAAAAARI/lSD9DHA2IBA/s400/tumblr_lt1rwsfaKr1qzfo2q.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663292454297898930" border="0" height="420" width="600" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-14-Ll7pCMoE/TpgNzI1cQlI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/TMuDibd8eFg/s1600/tumblr_lt1rpwCGa51qzfo2q.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 420px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-14-Ll7pCMoE/TpgNzI1cQlI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/TMuDibd8eFg/s400/tumblr_lt1rpwCGa51qzfo2q.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663291703614521938" border="0" height="420" width="600" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0r5_ySobKBg/TpgOgYfBbsI/AAAAAAAAARg/qGywVcKF0w0/s1600/tumblr_lt1s37Zl1J1qzfo2q.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 420px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0r5_ySobKBg/TpgOgYfBbsI/AAAAAAAAARg/qGywVcKF0w0/s400/tumblr_lt1s37Zl1J1qzfo2q.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663292480909569730" border="0" height="420" width="600" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1jyxnGZKSNI/TpgNl3g_sII/AAAAAAAAAQw/YmMmRV1xmq0/s1600/tumblr_lt1ro5nMYs1qzfo2q.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 420px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1jyxnGZKSNI/TpgNl3g_sII/AAAAAAAAAQw/YmMmRV1xmq0/s400/tumblr_lt1ro5nMYs1qzfo2q.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663291475627061378" border="0" height="420" width="600" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wCZc4BKqxd4/TpgNUdV4JpI/AAAAAAAAAQk/pHSnGh9yZTE/s1600/tumblr_lt1rjwZsrT1qzfo2q.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 420px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wCZc4BKqxd4/TpgNUdV4JpI/AAAAAAAAAQk/pHSnGh9yZTE/s400/tumblr_lt1rjwZsrT1qzfo2q.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663291176543331986" border="0" height="420" width="600" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FmQ-s50Ukaw/TpgNBt_MfBI/AAAAAAAAAQc/X_IMcIIYVMU/s1600/tumblr_lt1rdfeRbz1qzfo2q.png" width="600" height="1020"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H0Dv21StGQA/TpgOfo_eFfI/AAAAAAAAARU/hL66moS9BP0/s1600/tumblr_lt1sre0kUD1qzfo2q.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 420px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H0Dv21StGQA/TpgOfo_eFfI/AAAAAAAAARU/hL66moS9BP0/s400/tumblr_lt1sre0kUD1qzfo2q.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663292468160763378" border="0" height="420" width="600" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FmQ-s50Ukaw/TpgNBt_MfBI/AAAAAAAAAQc/X_IMcIIYVMU/s1600/tumblr_lt1rdfeRbz1qzfo2q.png" width="600" height="1020"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, how &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IN LOVE&lt;/span&gt; are you with the SKULL? &lt;a href="http://www.dlcompany.com/"&gt;D.L &amp;amp; COMPANY&lt;/a&gt; are absolutely beautiful. They create all different colours and they're CANDLES! Can you believe it? I NEED ONE. $$$$&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2847582590356227572-8688719911479666593?l=rheaarafs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/feeds/8688719911479666593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/2011/10/so-i-know-ive-already-got-creative.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2847582590356227572/posts/default/8688719911479666593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2847582590356227572/posts/default/8688719911479666593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/2011/10/so-i-know-ive-already-got-creative.html' title=''/><author><name>rheezzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06605197413060303576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7ghwo3JgbWo/TpghJufJDrI/AAAAAAAAASo/1Is2MjuuUoM/s220/Photo%2B6318.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Oh6X_LRiabU/TpganVHmEAI/AAAAAAAAASc/t3W-jG84LiY/s72-c/tumblr_lsy6uaDcak1qzfo2qo1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2847582590356227572.post-3176895692555696952</id><published>2011-10-12T13:36:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T21:20:59.341+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I know I've posted some RnB already, but lately I've been listening to all these slow jams lately. I'm feelin' it right now, not necessarily because I've recently been through some hurt, but because it kinda gets me through, as opposed to listening to all big booty bitches songs these days (haha). So I've posted another. It's an acoustic. I think it's super sweet. If a guy sang this to me.. Oh damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/wPF1lT6Jvro" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="540" width="600"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2847582590356227572-3176895692555696952?l=rheaarafs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/feeds/3176895692555696952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-know-ive-posted-some-rnb-already-but.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2847582590356227572/posts/default/3176895692555696952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2847582590356227572/posts/default/3176895692555696952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-know-ive-posted-some-rnb-already-but.html' title=''/><author><name>rheezzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06605197413060303576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7ghwo3JgbWo/TpghJufJDrI/AAAAAAAAASo/1Is2MjuuUoM/s220/Photo%2B6318.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/wPF1lT6Jvro/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2847582590356227572.post-1575696178318564627</id><published>2011-10-12T00:23:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T21:23:33.669+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rnb'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='90s'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/dJ8VjyPw0qY" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="540" width="600"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's amazing how you knock me off my feet...&lt;br /&gt;Oh man, 90's rhythm and blues.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2847582590356227572-1575696178318564627?l=rheaarafs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/feeds/1575696178318564627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/2011/10/its-amazing-how-you-knock-me-off-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2847582590356227572/posts/default/1575696178318564627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2847582590356227572/posts/default/1575696178318564627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/2011/10/its-amazing-how-you-knock-me-off-my.html' title=''/><author><name>rheezzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06605197413060303576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7ghwo3JgbWo/TpghJufJDrI/AAAAAAAAASo/1Is2MjuuUoM/s220/Photo%2B6318.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/dJ8VjyPw0qY/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2847582590356227572.post-5053538873913926210</id><published>2011-10-10T16:53:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T21:19:09.712+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've come to learn that for as long as the past still exists in a persons' present, it'll always be there with them. They will never really move on unless they've actually let go and accepted that there's a reason why it never worked out in the first place.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2847582590356227572-5053538873913926210?l=rheaarafs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/feeds/5053538873913926210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/2011/10/ive-come-to-learn-that-for-as-long-as.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2847582590356227572/posts/default/5053538873913926210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2847582590356227572/posts/default/5053538873913926210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/2011/10/ive-come-to-learn-that-for-as-long-as.html' title=''/><author><name>rheezzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06605197413060303576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7ghwo3JgbWo/TpghJufJDrI/AAAAAAAAASo/1Is2MjuuUoM/s220/Photo%2B6318.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2847582590356227572.post-721165938532445086</id><published>2011-10-07T23:14:00.005+11:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T21:22:20.199+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='festival'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soundwave'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='culture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Soundwave Line-up was announced!&lt;br /&gt;So damn keen for it. Counter Rev a few weeks ago was amazing and this genre in music has made me and my girls reminisce so much about the good days back in high school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://dyingscene.com/wp-content/uploads/Soundwave-2012.jpg" height="1100" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few of the ones I'm excited to see:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.picturesdepot.com/photo/t/the_used-208522.jpg" height="360" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3432/3980316502_5e2319bce3_o.jpg" height="360" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.epitaphblog.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/03/ymas_sept08_340.jpg" height="360" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://cdn.buzznet.com/media/jj1/2009/05/cobra-girls/cobra-starship-good-girls-go-bad-music-video-02.jpg" height="360" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.pcdesktopwallpaper.com/albums/wallpapers-music/Angels-and-Airwaves-002.jpg" height="380" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://theaudioperv.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/02/thedigphoto.jpg" height="420" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.coveralia.com/autores/fotos/forever-the-sickest-kids19711.jpg" height="360" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sEwPYkBnvH4/TI7o_sgP0sI/AAAAAAAAABM/sEkVqWTe8EY/s1600/jacks.jpg" height="380&amp;quot;" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://thefirst3songs.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/07/thecab_promo_02.jpg" height="360" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://userserve-ak.last.fm/serve/_/27094511/Relient+K+1.jpg" height="360" width="600" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2847582590356227572-721165938532445086?l=rheaarafs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/feeds/721165938532445086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/2011/10/soundwave-line-up-was-announced-so-damn.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2847582590356227572/posts/default/721165938532445086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2847582590356227572/posts/default/721165938532445086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/2011/10/soundwave-line-up-was-announced-so-damn.html' title=''/><author><name>rheezzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06605197413060303576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7ghwo3JgbWo/TpghJufJDrI/AAAAAAAAASo/1Is2MjuuUoM/s220/Photo%2B6318.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sEwPYkBnvH4/TI7o_sgP0sI/AAAAAAAAABM/sEkVqWTe8EY/s72-c/jacks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2847582590356227572.post-7482714898065705658</id><published>2011-10-07T16:10:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T21:24:47.813+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bestfriend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jonathan'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My strength. JP.&lt;br /&gt;I literally bawled my eyes out to him while he held me today. We talked about how fucked up the things happening in our lives are and why the we're still holding on. We laid there, in his bed, just talking, and reminiscing. Talking about how it all started. Talking about how in love he is. How in love I am, I was. I told myself I wouldn't be the one to cry between us two, but I just couldn't handle it anymore. It actually came to the point where he cried too. He's not one to show feelings to anyone. All the emotion flowing within me, with him by my side, trying to hold me, trying to wipe away my tears, trying to tell me that it gets better... How can one person just one day decide that they don't want you in their life anymore. How can one even let themselves be the victim of so much hurt and, at the end of the day, still have all the feelings they had with that person to begin with. Remind me never to fall in love again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2847582590356227572-7482714898065705658?l=rheaarafs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/feeds/7482714898065705658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/2011/10/my-strength.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2847582590356227572/posts/default/7482714898065705658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2847582590356227572/posts/default/7482714898065705658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/2011/10/my-strength.html' title=''/><author><name>rheezzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06605197413060303576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7ghwo3JgbWo/TpghJufJDrI/AAAAAAAAASo/1Is2MjuuUoM/s220/Photo%2B6318.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2847582590356227572.post-8029108736931749302</id><published>2011-10-04T07:36:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T21:18:43.988+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You walk away like it's so easy for you. And here you go again. You left me. Here. Again. I feel so foolish for letting you just come in and out of my life like it's okay, when really, it hurts so fucking much. Every time you walk away, you're taking a part of me. No. You take almost all of me. I feel as if I'm left with nothing when you're gone. Fuck. It kills me. The pain honestly comes from my heart. I feel it throbbing, aching, and sometimes I struggle to take a breath. You really don't know how much you meant to me. But I'll tell you this, please don't walk back into my life now. It's only going to hurt ten times worse than it already does. And I might just give in again. No, I will give in again. Why? Because of all the care I fucking have for you. You don't understand. I am in love with you. I'm crying just through typing all this. It hurts. My heart fucking hurts. I'm only an option to you. Every word that you've spoken to me, about every deep feeling that we've been through... It's all nothing now. I won't believe anything you say to me, because you obviously didn't believe me. Every time I tried to reassure you, or prove one thing or another, you would always just disregard it. So please don't come back when it's convenient for you. Please don't come back because your feelings changed again. I should've walked away from you before I fell in too deep. I should've listened to everyones advice before I got this hurt. It's time for me to walk away. I love you, but I'm done waiting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2847582590356227572-8029108736931749302?l=rheaarafs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/feeds/8029108736931749302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/2011/10/you-walk-away-like-its-so-easy-for-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2847582590356227572/posts/default/8029108736931749302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2847582590356227572/posts/default/8029108736931749302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/2011/10/you-walk-away-like-its-so-easy-for-you.html' title=''/><author><name>rheezzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06605197413060303576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7ghwo3JgbWo/TpghJufJDrI/AAAAAAAAASo/1Is2MjuuUoM/s220/Photo%2B6318.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2847582590356227572.post-3851669432835458483</id><published>2011-09-29T23:47:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T21:26:43.973+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='danica'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bestfriend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adventure'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='courtney'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i55.tinypic.com/2rwsqv8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i52.tinypic.com/2cdbjfa.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i52.tinypic.com/14uyqna.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.tinypic.com/t9h6qq.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moments like these are all I need.&lt;br /&gt;My Bestgirls. Surry Hills. Sebel Hotel. White Horse. Sangria&lt;br /&gt;All Time Low. Yellowcard. Story of the Year. Pepper Lunch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2847582590356227572-3851669432835458483?l=rheaarafs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/feeds/3851669432835458483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/2011/09/moments-like-these-are-all-i-need.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2847582590356227572/posts/default/3851669432835458483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2847582590356227572/posts/default/3851669432835458483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/2011/09/moments-like-these-are-all-i-need.html' title=''/><author><name>rheezzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06605197413060303576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7ghwo3JgbWo/TpghJufJDrI/AAAAAAAAASo/1Is2MjuuUoM/s220/Photo%2B6318.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i55.tinypic.com/2rwsqv8_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2847582590356227572.post-6513085293170661496</id><published>2011-09-15T22:50:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T21:19:59.551+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='culture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='design inspirations'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This makes me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/28089545?title=0&amp;amp;byline=0&amp;amp;portrait=0" webkitallowfullscreen="" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="425" width="600"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/28089545"&gt;Making of TRU. Vol. 1.&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/instrumenti"&gt;Instrumenti&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2847582590356227572-6513085293170661496?l=rheaarafs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/feeds/6513085293170661496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/2011/09/this-makes-me-happy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2847582590356227572/posts/default/6513085293170661496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2847582590356227572/posts/default/6513085293170661496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/2011/09/this-makes-me-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>rheezzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06605197413060303576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7ghwo3JgbWo/TpghJufJDrI/AAAAAAAAASo/1Is2MjuuUoM/s220/Photo%2B6318.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2847582590356227572.post-5853562806889080981</id><published>2011-09-04T07:39:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T21:28:10.981+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quote'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"To be brave is to love someone unconditionally, without expecting anything in return. To just give. That takes courage, because we don’t want to fall on our faces or leave ourselves open to hurt."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all I ever did for you, but maybe I gave too much, because you were the risk I was willing to take. Guess you showed me my worth to you, which was nothing. You were believable... Or maybe I just fell in love with you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2847582590356227572-5853562806889080981?l=rheaarafs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/feeds/5853562806889080981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/2011/09/to-be-brave-is-to-love-someone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2847582590356227572/posts/default/5853562806889080981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2847582590356227572/posts/default/5853562806889080981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/2011/09/to-be-brave-is-to-love-someone.html' title=''/><author><name>rheezzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06605197413060303576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7ghwo3JgbWo/TpghJufJDrI/AAAAAAAAASo/1Is2MjuuUoM/s220/Photo%2B6318.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2847582590356227572.post-1566278456662683489</id><published>2011-08-31T20:34:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T21:27:39.551+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='culture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='intern'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quote'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='design inspirations'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RNSyVs56Kso/Tl4OTBhRALI/AAAAAAAAAPg/g9yQwgMpm_g/s1600/tumblr_lq0qxsM9up1qzr04eo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 1000px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RNSyVs56Kso/Tl4OTBhRALI/AAAAAAAAAPg/g9yQwgMpm_g/s400/tumblr_lq0qxsM9up1qzr04eo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646966702757445810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just trying to find inspiration 'cos I've been unmotivated lately. The internship has been a positive aspect in my life though, so I'm thankful for that! We're moving up the road with &lt;a href="http://www.republicofeveryone.com/"&gt;The Republic of Everyone&lt;/a&gt; in an amazing studio overlooking the new City of Sydney park at Central. Pretty good! So keen on getting more work done there. Other than that, personal life has been on the low, sometimes on the high, but more on the low. Meh, what can you do? Accepting it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2847582590356227572-1566278456662683489?l=rheaarafs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/feeds/1566278456662683489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/2011/08/blog-post_31.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2847582590356227572/posts/default/1566278456662683489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2847582590356227572/posts/default/1566278456662683489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/2011/08/blog-post_31.html' title=''/><author><name>rheezzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06605197413060303576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7ghwo3JgbWo/TpghJufJDrI/AAAAAAAAASo/1Is2MjuuUoM/s220/Photo%2B6318.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RNSyVs56Kso/Tl4OTBhRALI/AAAAAAAAAPg/g9yQwgMpm_g/s72-c/tumblr_lq0qxsM9up1qzr04eo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2847582590356227572.post-7353109920903707105</id><published>2011-08-27T22:40:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T21:28:41.946+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Favourite song at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/n-rsQ2e_Gls" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" width="640"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2847582590356227572-7353109920903707105?l=rheaarafs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/feeds/7353109920903707105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/2011/08/favourite-song-at-moment.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2847582590356227572/posts/default/7353109920903707105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2847582590356227572/posts/default/7353109920903707105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/2011/08/favourite-song-at-moment.html' title=''/><author><name>rheezzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06605197413060303576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7ghwo3JgbWo/TpghJufJDrI/AAAAAAAAASo/1Is2MjuuUoM/s220/Photo%2B6318.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/n-rsQ2e_Gls/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2847582590356227572.post-2323253382789503574</id><published>2011-08-25T08:29:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T21:29:49.151+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='questions'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't be actin' shy up in this room like I make you nervous...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Tell me the truth, what made you start liking the person  you like right now?&lt;/strong&gt; spontaneity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. What on your body is hurting or bothering you?&lt;/strong&gt; my back! and i've got cramps for no reason&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. What was your last thought before going to bed last night? &lt;/strong&gt;texting someone, woke up with the mobile in my hand. didn't finish the message&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. What are you listening to?&lt;/strong&gt; the notorious xx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. What’s something you’re not looking forward to? &lt;/strong&gt;today and tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Where do you think your best friend is right now?&lt;/strong&gt; at home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Have you kissed anybody in the last 5 days?&lt;/strong&gt; yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. Sex on the first date?&lt;/strong&gt; yeah depends on the situation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. Kiss on the first date?&lt;/strong&gt; yeah, why not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. Is there one person you want to be with right now?&lt;/strong&gt; mmhm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11. Are you seriously happy with where you are in life?&lt;/strong&gt; kind of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12. Is there something you would like to say to someone? &lt;/strong&gt;yeah.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13. What are three things you did today? &lt;/strong&gt;just woke up, brushed my teeth, internet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14. Would you rather sleep at a friends’ or have them over?&lt;/strong&gt; sleep here, haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15. What is your favourite kind of gum?&lt;/strong&gt; the new wrigleys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16. Are you friends with any of your ex boy/girlfriends?&lt;/strong&gt; most recent, no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17. What is on your wrist right now?&lt;/strong&gt; nothing&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18. Ever liked someone you didn’t stand a chance with? &lt;/strong&gt;yeah&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19. Does anyone have strong feelings for you?&lt;/strong&gt; pretty sure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20. Are you slowly drifting away from someone? &lt;/strong&gt;my bestboy :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21. Have you ever wasted your time on someone? &lt;/strong&gt;always&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;22. Can you do the alphabet in sign language? &lt;/strong&gt;nope&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;23. How have you felt today? &lt;/strong&gt;hmm, on and off i guess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;24. You receive $60 without any reason. What do you spend it  on? &lt;/strong&gt;clothes, or towards a music festival ticket!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;25. What is wrong with you right now? &lt;/strong&gt;i should finish my assignment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;26. Is there anyone you’re really disappointed in?&lt;/strong&gt; probably&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;27. Would you rather have Starbucks or Jamba Juice right now?  &lt;/strong&gt;starbucks&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;28. Why aren’t you in love with your last ex anymore? &lt;/strong&gt;because you can't hold onto the past and what was never meant to be. i understand that he tries to be around but we just can't be friends. just gotta appreciate what you once had and move forward. i have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;29. How late did you stay up last night and why? &lt;/strong&gt;12. fell asleep replying to a text&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;30. When was the last time you talked to one of your best  friends? &lt;/strong&gt;two days ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;31. What were you doing an hour ago?&lt;/strong&gt; sleeping in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;32. What are you looking forward to in the next month?&lt;/strong&gt; festivals!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;33. Are you wearing jeans right now?&lt;/strong&gt; nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;34. Are you a patient person?&lt;/strong&gt; oh you have no idea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;35. Do you think you can last in a relationship for three  months?&lt;/strong&gt; definitely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;36. Favourite colour?&lt;/strong&gt; burgundy, blue + navy hues, purple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;37. Did you have a dream last night? &lt;/strong&gt;yeah, forgot it now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;38. If someone could be cuddling you right now who would you  want it to be?&lt;/strong&gt; *****&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;39. Do you love anyone who is not related to you? &lt;/strong&gt;yes&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;40. If someone liked you right now would you want them to  tell you?&lt;/strong&gt; yeah, why not&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;41. Do you like meeting new people?&lt;/strong&gt; of course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;42. Are you afraid of falling in love?&lt;/strong&gt; i hesitate now, but it's possible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;43. Ever liked someone older than you?&lt;/strong&gt; yeah&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;44. Has anyone ever told you that you have pretty eyes?&lt;/strong&gt;  yep&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;45. Have you ever felt like you weren’t good enough?&lt;/strong&gt; always&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2847582590356227572-2323253382789503574?l=rheaarafs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/feeds/2323253382789503574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/2011/08/dont-be-actin-shy-up-in-this-room-like.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2847582590356227572/posts/default/2323253382789503574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2847582590356227572/posts/default/2323253382789503574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/2011/08/dont-be-actin-shy-up-in-this-room-like.html' title=''/><author><name>rheezzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06605197413060303576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7ghwo3JgbWo/TpghJufJDrI/AAAAAAAAASo/1Is2MjuuUoM/s220/Photo%2B6318.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2847582590356227572.post-6924318354267651495</id><published>2011-08-20T16:21:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T21:30:27.715+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've come to the point where I'm almost giving up...&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm just trying to convince myself that we're going to work.&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting tired of proving to you how much you mean to me, and giving too much every day.&lt;br /&gt;It's never going to be enough. I'm never going to be enough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2847582590356227572-6924318354267651495?l=rheaarafs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/feeds/6924318354267651495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/2011/08/ive-come-to-point-where-im-almost.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2847582590356227572/posts/default/6924318354267651495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2847582590356227572/posts/default/6924318354267651495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/2011/08/ive-come-to-point-where-im-almost.html' title=''/><author><name>rheezzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06605197413060303576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7ghwo3JgbWo/TpghJufJDrI/AAAAAAAAASo/1Is2MjuuUoM/s220/Photo%2B6318.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2847582590356227572.post-556599845025377660</id><published>2011-08-05T14:41:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T21:29:19.265+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='culture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='society'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/8UouP8cRYZ8" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" width="640"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2847582590356227572-556599845025377660?l=rheaarafs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/feeds/556599845025377660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/2011/08/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2847582590356227572/posts/default/556599845025377660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2847582590356227572/posts/default/556599845025377660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/2011/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>rheezzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06605197413060303576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7ghwo3JgbWo/TpghJufJDrI/AAAAAAAAASo/1Is2MjuuUoM/s220/Photo%2B6318.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/8UouP8cRYZ8/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2847582590356227572.post-5637229508866082887</id><published>2011-07-31T19:17:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T21:30:21.263+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='culture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='society'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quote'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Isn’t It… Funny how a $20.00 bill looks so big when you take it to church, but so small when you take it to the mall. Funny how big an hour serving God looks and how small 60 minutes are when spent watching television, playing sports, sleeping or taking a lunch break. Funny how long a couple of hours spent at church are but how short they are when watching a good movie. Funny how we get thrilled when a football game goes into overtime, but we complain when a sermon is longer than the regular time. Funny how laborious it is to read a chapter in the Bible and how easy it is to read 200-300 pages of a best selling novel. Funny how we believe what newspapers say, but question what the Bible says. Funny how people scramble to get a front seat at a concert, but scramble to get a back seat at the church service. Funny how we cannot fit a gospel meeting into our schedule with our yearly planner but we can schedule for other events at a moment’s notice. Funny how we look forward to that big date on Friday night, but complain about getting up for church on Sunday morning. Funny how we are rarely late to work, but always late to church. Funny how we call God our Father and Jesus our brother, but find it hard to introduce them to our family. Funny how small our sins seem, but how big their sins are. Funny how we demand justice for others, but expect mercy from God. Funny how much difficulty some have learning the gospel well enough to tell others, but how simple it is to understand and explain the latest gossip about someone else. Funny how we can’t think of anything to say when we pray, but don’t have any difficulty thinking of things to talk about to a friend. Funny how we are so quick to take directions from a total stranger when we are lost, but are hesitant to take God’s direction for our lives. Funny how so many church goers sing “Standing on the Promises” but all they do is sit on the premises. Funny how people want God to answer their prayers, but refuse to listen to His counsel. Funny how we sing about heaven, but live only for today. Funny how people think they are going to Heaven but don’t think there is a Hell. Funny how it is okay to blame God for evil and suffering in the world, but it is not necessary to thank Him for what is good and pleasant. Funny how when something goes wrong, we cry, “Lord, why me?” but when something goes right, we think, “Hey, it must be me!” …Or wait…maybe all this isn’t so “funny” after all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2847582590356227572-5637229508866082887?l=rheaarafs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/feeds/5637229508866082887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/2011/07/isnt-it-funny-how-20.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2847582590356227572/posts/default/5637229508866082887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2847582590356227572/posts/default/5637229508866082887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/2011/07/isnt-it-funny-how-20.html' title=''/><author><name>rheezzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06605197413060303576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7ghwo3JgbWo/TpghJufJDrI/AAAAAAAAASo/1Is2MjuuUoM/s220/Photo%2B6318.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2847582590356227572.post-7296145875200068250</id><published>2011-07-23T11:31:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2011-07-23T11:31:52.025+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"One day, you’re gonig to want that specific girl. That  one that wasn’t perfect, but tried to be for you. The girl who wanted  nothing more than to be there for you, and love you the only way she  knew she could. The girl who sees your flaws, but values them as much as  your strengths. That girl who still can’t bring herself to hate you,  even though you probably deserve it. That girl who saw past your pretty  face and treasured parts of you that no one else appreciated. That girl  who realizes she may never have your heart, but will carry the image of  you in hers forever. And by the time you realize that’s the girl you’re  looking for, she’ll be with the guy who already knew."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2847582590356227572-7296145875200068250?l=rheaarafs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/feeds/7296145875200068250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/2011/07/one-day-youre-gonig-to-want-that.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2847582590356227572/posts/default/7296145875200068250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2847582590356227572/posts/default/7296145875200068250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/2011/07/one-day-youre-gonig-to-want-that.html' title=''/><author><name>rheezzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06605197413060303576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7ghwo3JgbWo/TpghJufJDrI/AAAAAAAAASo/1Is2MjuuUoM/s220/Photo%2B6318.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2847582590356227572.post-5203072619502018321</id><published>2011-07-10T16:04:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2011-07-23T11:33:07.129+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Influential at its best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/16430345?title=0&amp;amp;byline=0&amp;amp;portrait=0&amp;amp;autoplay=0" frameborder="0" height="390" width="600"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2847582590356227572-5203072619502018321?l=rheaarafs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/feeds/5203072619502018321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/2011/07/influential-at-its-best.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2847582590356227572/posts/default/5203072619502018321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2847582590356227572/posts/default/5203072619502018321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/2011/07/influential-at-its-best.html' title=''/><author><name>rheezzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06605197413060303576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7ghwo3JgbWo/TpghJufJDrI/AAAAAAAAASo/1Is2MjuuUoM/s220/Photo%2B6318.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2847582590356227572.post-6098633233650946588</id><published>2011-07-05T22:55:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T22:57:43.875+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='design inspirations'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SUPAKITCH &amp; KORALIE - ARTE, PINTURA DE UN MURAL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/SDdUxdxVTH0" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" width="600"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2847582590356227572-6098633233650946588?l=rheaarafs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/feeds/6098633233650946588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/2011/07/supakitch-koralie-arte-pintura-de-un.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2847582590356227572/posts/default/6098633233650946588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2847582590356227572/posts/default/6098633233650946588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/2011/07/supakitch-koralie-arte-pintura-de-un.html' title=''/><author><name>rheezzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06605197413060303576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7ghwo3JgbWo/TpghJufJDrI/AAAAAAAAASo/1Is2MjuuUoM/s220/Photo%2B6318.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/SDdUxdxVTH0/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2847582590356227572.post-417044228871997837</id><published>2011-07-04T17:43:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T17:44:44.144+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;You're the reason I wake up every morning and put a smile on. The reason I  ignore every guy’s attempt to hit on me. The reason my glass is half  full instead of half empty. You’re the reason I feel alive again.&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Couldn't have said it better. So relevant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2847582590356227572-417044228871997837?l=rheaarafs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/feeds/417044228871997837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/2011/07/youre-reason-i-wake-up-every-morning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2847582590356227572/posts/default/417044228871997837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2847582590356227572/posts/default/417044228871997837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/2011/07/youre-reason-i-wake-up-every-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>rheezzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06605197413060303576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7ghwo3JgbWo/TpghJufJDrI/AAAAAAAAASo/1Is2MjuuUoM/s220/Photo%2B6318.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2847582590356227572.post-5374688275626310345</id><published>2011-07-04T13:53:00.010+10:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T17:06:31.713+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lo-fi collective'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='danica'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='city'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Sometimes we just need to get out, to get away and forget everything, in order to realize that what we have really isn’t all that bad."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a quick post of my recent catch up with my lovely ladybest, wandering and frolicking the beautiful CBD, italian for dinner, and Melbourne graff art at Lo-Fi Collective. This took my mind off everything that hurt. I'm excited to go to the Winter Festival with her soon. Until next time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.tinypic.com/izon0x.jpg" height="360" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.tinypic.com/23rvl34.jpg" height="390" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.tinypic.com/e19awy.jpg" height="390" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i55.tinypic.com/59wtcm.jpg" height="390" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i55.tinypic.com/11lse84.jpg" height="390" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i51.tinypic.com/2wozv9s.jpg" height="390" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i55.tinypic.com/s0yfex.jpg" height="390" width="600" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2847582590356227572-5374688275626310345?l=rheaarafs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/feeds/5374688275626310345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/2011/07/sometimes-we-just-need-to-get-out-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2847582590356227572/posts/default/5374688275626310345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2847582590356227572/posts/default/5374688275626310345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/2011/07/sometimes-we-just-need-to-get-out-to.html' title=''/><author><name>rheezzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06605197413060303576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7ghwo3JgbWo/TpghJufJDrI/AAAAAAAAASo/1Is2MjuuUoM/s220/Photo%2B6318.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i53.tinypic.com/izon0x_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2847582590356227572.post-998055647333530812</id><published>2011-07-01T15:36:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T16:37:13.015+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='neo-soul'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rnb'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the weeknd'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;The Weeknd.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my new obsessions. On the chill new age neo-soul/R&amp;amp;B movement side of the industry. It's rare to find real good music like the sounds he creates. He is LEGIT, Abel Tesfaye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i52.tinypic.com/1zqet0y.jpg" height="390" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i55.tinypic.com/1zqc47d.jpg" height="390" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i51.tinypic.com/2zs49ix.png" height="390" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i55.tinypic.com/2l89pqp.jpg" height="390" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/NRUKozmkPPY" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" width="600"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2847582590356227572-998055647333530812?l=rheaarafs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/feeds/998055647333530812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/2011/07/weeknd.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2847582590356227572/posts/default/998055647333530812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2847582590356227572/posts/default/998055647333530812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/2011/07/weeknd.html' title=''/><author><name>rheezzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06605197413060303576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7ghwo3JgbWo/TpghJufJDrI/AAAAAAAAASo/1Is2MjuuUoM/s220/Photo%2B6318.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i52.tinypic.com/1zqet0y_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2847582590356227572.post-1719676757710822106</id><published>2011-06-30T12:08:00.010+10:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T21:32:25.281+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='culture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='design inspirations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dave'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think film and media art are one of the most interesting creative mediums to portray certain ideas. I was speaking to a good friend, Dave Katague, about his aspirations towards the film industry and where he's at right now. He's travelling to Nepal soon to film disadvantaged women, and his footage will be shown on the NINE Network here. Quite motivational. Makes me realize how dreams and dedication can really get you to where you want to be. I, personally, have been lacking that. I'm not sure why, I guess there's a lot that's been happening recently... So it was good to find perspective from someone who is in a creative field, just like I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here's something that really caught my eye:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/24123292?title=0&amp;amp;byline=0&amp;amp;portrait=0" frameborder="0" height="430" width="600"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/24123292"&gt;La ville molle (part III)&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user3342721"&gt;Raum Raum&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The installation was actually conceived by a french architect to, as he says, ‘be visually confusing’&lt;br /&gt;Everything can be seen as something new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And creativity is set to an innovative level in this next vid:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="430" width="600"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ermR68b2xdE&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;version=3"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ermR68b2xdE&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;version=3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" height="390" width="600"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to leave you in complete awe:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/25451551?title=0&amp;amp;byline=0&amp;amp;portrait=0" frameborder="0" height="430" width="600"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/25451551"&gt;Splitscreen: A Love Story&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/jwgriffiths"&gt;JW Griffiths&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was shot from a Nokia N8 mobile phone. Amazing, huh? Artistry has no limits.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2847582590356227572-1719676757710822106?l=rheaarafs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/feeds/1719676757710822106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/2011/06/this-is-sick.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2847582590356227572/posts/default/1719676757710822106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2847582590356227572/posts/default/1719676757710822106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/2011/06/this-is-sick.html' title=''/><author><name>rheezzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06605197413060303576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7ghwo3JgbWo/TpghJufJDrI/AAAAAAAAASo/1Is2MjuuUoM/s220/Photo%2B6318.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2847582590356227572.post-3262865169937658137</id><published>2011-06-28T15:51:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T21:32:36.542+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Must do!&lt;br /&gt;AT THE MOVIES:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Try to start a wave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Gasp every time there is a swear word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Wear a huge Afro wig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Every 15 minutes stand up and then sit back down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Yell out to the screen “Don’t Do It!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. If there is a love scene, reach over in front of you and cover a random person’s eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Stand in front of the screen motionless and face the audience the entire movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Scalp tickets outside the theater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. If a catchy song plays in the movie stand up and dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Bring an attachable seat-belt. Strap it to your seat and then clip it on yourself. Turn to the person next to you and say, "you never know".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Talk really loud on your cell phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Demand that somebody puts the volume up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Sit at the back, raise your arms to the projector and make shadow puppets on the screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Bring a laser pen and shoot it at the screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Wear 3D glasses…no matter what the movie is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Every time something crazy happens, turn to a random person and say, “did you see that?!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Sit criss cross on the floor in the very front of the theater and look up at the screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Stand in the front corner facing the audience and do sign language translations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Do the same thing stated above (#18) except translate the movie into Spanish for the audience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. As people enter the theater, make nametags for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. After the movie go back to the ticket counter and demand a refund because the movie was terrible. Whether or not they give you a refund, buy another ticket for the same movie at a later showing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Half way through the movie run down to the screen, touch it, and then run back to your seat&lt;br /&gt;yelling, “I touched the screen! I touched the screen!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Repeat the lines in the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Accuse the person behind you of kicking your seat. Constantly demand that they stop even though they aren’t really kicking your seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Tape “reserved” signs on every single seat before the movie starts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Get a large group of people and act out a wedding scene. (As if a couple were getting married in the theater) Make sure everyone is in costume, and that there is a bride, groom, priest, bridesmaids, best man, etc. Use the theater aisle as if it were a Church aisle and have a bride walk down to meet the groom standing at the front. Act out the entire scene as if they actually were getting married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Sneak in chickens (find a way) then let them run around freely during the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Laugh extremely loud at a line that wasn’t meant to be funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Wear a white sheet over yourself and cut holes for eyes (like a ghost) then creepily walk around with your arms out chanting “OOOoooOOOOO I am the ghost of the theater! ooooOOOOOooooOOOO!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Ask the person who sells you the ticket to give you his/her autograph&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Ask for a discount because you are single and entering alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Wear sunglasses and a white cane and ask them how a blind person would be accommodated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Bargain with the ticket price&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Turn around to the person behind you and say, “Excuse me, can you please kick my seat? Thanks.” Once they start kicking your seat yell “HARDER! HARDER!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Every so often, do an awkward moan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Get the entire theater to sing happy birthday to a random person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Every 10 minutes pretend something has impacted your life. Put your hand on your chest. Gasp, and as you nod your head look at the person next to you and say ”mmmmmmm!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Stare at a random person next to you the entire time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. When buying your ticket, ask to pay half the price because you will be leaving half way through the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Half way through the movie stand up and yell “DO YOU KNOW WHAT THIS MEANS!?” and then run off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Ask a random person next to you to explain the movie because you don’t get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Ask a random person to go buy you popcorn because you don’t want to miss the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Before the movie starts get everyone to bow their heads as you lead them in prayer. Pray for the movie. While praying, extend your hands towards the screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Stand up in the middle of the movie and start a head count.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. Run up and down the aisles making rocket ship noises&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. Eat the popcorn from a random person sitting next to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. Yell out loud demanding that they pause the movie because you need to use the bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. When something is really funny, don’t laugh, instead point at the screen and scream: “L-O-L L-O-L L-O-L!!!!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. Blow your nose into a tissue and then show the contents of the tissue to a random person sitting next to you saying, “Look what I did!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. As the credits roll and people start to leave yell, “No! Everyone! Don’t Go! There is Something After the Credits!” After the credits roll and there is nothing say “Just Kidding!” Then run out giggling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2847582590356227572-3262865169937658137?l=rheaarafs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/feeds/3262865169937658137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/2011/06/must-do-at-movies-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2847582590356227572/posts/default/3262865169937658137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2847582590356227572/posts/default/3262865169937658137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/2011/06/must-do-at-movies-1.html' title=''/><author><name>rheezzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06605197413060303576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7ghwo3JgbWo/TpghJufJDrI/AAAAAAAAASo/1Is2MjuuUoM/s220/Photo%2B6318.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2847582590356227572.post-3711214922596878811</id><published>2011-06-24T18:10:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T18:14:13.973+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='industrial'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='culture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='design inspirations'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Taking a turn into my blogging life.&lt;br /&gt;Here's to areas regarding my design side..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Design for Function&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/23566391?title=0&amp;amp;byline=0&amp;amp;portrait=0" frameborder="0" height="425" width="600"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/23566391"&gt;Beauty Through Bamboo&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/turnstylevideo"&gt;Turnstyle Video&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2847582590356227572-3711214922596878811?l=rheaarafs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/feeds/3711214922596878811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/2011/06/taking-turn-into-my-blogging-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2847582590356227572/posts/default/3711214922596878811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2847582590356227572/posts/default/3711214922596878811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/2011/06/taking-turn-into-my-blogging-life.html' title=''/><author><name>rheezzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06605197413060303576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7ghwo3JgbWo/TpghJufJDrI/AAAAAAAAASo/1Is2MjuuUoM/s220/Photo%2B6318.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2847582590356227572.post-2580744124259012623</id><published>2011-06-22T23:15:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T21:32:49.870+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='uni'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So I'm kind of over my course at uni, well, not really, but I've just come to the point where I'm not as inspired and motivated as I used to be. Actually, ever so recently, this very close special boy has made me realize a lot about where I'm at. He's living the life at 21. Everything he's ever wanted, at such a young age. Envious? Damn straight, I am. But he told me it wasn't easy, I know it's not easy, but I know he deserves it. He can ramble as he speaks to me, forever, about one thing, and another, and his dedication and passion for what he does, drives me to be a better person, a better design student. I'm very much completely amazed at how he can make me feel this :)&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, I was speaking to my bestgirl about how 'uninspired' I have been lately, and about how my mind's taken a different direction, towards the field of Psychology, and she convinced me to do it as a PostGrad course. I know it'll add an extra few years in studying, but I actually wouldn't mind, because I'd love to learn more and have it be, a part of my life..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2847582590356227572-2580744124259012623?l=rheaarafs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/feeds/2580744124259012623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/2011/06/so-im-kind-of-over-my-course-at-uni.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2847582590356227572/posts/default/2580744124259012623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2847582590356227572/posts/default/2580744124259012623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/2011/06/so-im-kind-of-over-my-course-at-uni.html' title=''/><author><name>rheezzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06605197413060303576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7ghwo3JgbWo/TpghJufJDrI/AAAAAAAAASo/1Is2MjuuUoM/s220/Photo%2B6318.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2847582590356227572.post-7068838966399417377</id><published>2011-06-20T14:23:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T21:30:57.663+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='questions'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"I may not have gone where I intended to go, but I think I ended up where I needed to be."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I recently got a tag on tumblr: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Tag, you're it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Here are the rules: Each tagged person must post ten things about  themselves. You have to choose and tag ten people . Go to their blogs  and tell them you tagged them."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** I chose to write more deep shit..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I'm supposed to be living in Canada right now&lt;br /&gt;2. I want to either live in NYC or anywhere in Europe within the next 10  years&lt;br /&gt;3. I love reading Popular Penguins&lt;br /&gt;4. People think I'm the 'badass' out of my bestfriends because of my  appearance&lt;br /&gt;5. I could probably live on macaroons and green tea lattes/fraps&lt;br /&gt;6. I have the most overprotective parents in the world&lt;br /&gt;7. "It seems when you want someone, they don't want you. And when  someone wants you, you don't want them. And when you both want each  other, something has to come around and mess it up" -Practically defines  my love life&lt;br /&gt;8. I'm probably sick but I refuse to go to the doctors to find out. Only  my bestfriends know what it's about&lt;br /&gt;9. I've changed a lot from what I was. Sometimes I miss my old self, but  this is me growing up&lt;br /&gt;10. I'm vulnerable&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2847582590356227572-7068838966399417377?l=rheaarafs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/feeds/7068838966399417377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-may-not-have-gone-where-i-intended-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2847582590356227572/posts/default/7068838966399417377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2847582590356227572/posts/default/7068838966399417377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-may-not-have-gone-where-i-intended-to.html' title=''/><author><name>rheezzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06605197413060303576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7ghwo3JgbWo/TpghJufJDrI/AAAAAAAAASo/1Is2MjuuUoM/s220/Photo%2B6318.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2847582590356227572.post-799461350733549095</id><published>2011-06-20T01:01:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T21:33:25.503+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quote'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, it seems to me that the best relationships, the ones that last,  are frequently the ones that are rooted in friendship. You know, one day  you look at the person and you see something more than you did the  night before. Like a switch has been flicked somewhere. And the person  who was just a friend is.. suddenly the only person you can ever imagine  yourself with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relevant right now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2847582590356227572-799461350733549095?l=rheaarafs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/feeds/799461350733549095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/2011/06/well-it-seems-to-me-that-best.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2847582590356227572/posts/default/799461350733549095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2847582590356227572/posts/default/799461350733549095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/2011/06/well-it-seems-to-me-that-best.html' title=''/><author><name>rheezzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06605197413060303576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7ghwo3JgbWo/TpghJufJDrI/AAAAAAAAASo/1Is2MjuuUoM/s220/Photo%2B6318.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2847582590356227572.post-339172114917424773</id><published>2011-06-15T14:18:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T21:33:09.442+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='questions'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What's new?&lt;br /&gt;The Best Thing I Never Had ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Height: 155-60ish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Shoe Size: 6.5/7W&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sexual Orientation: Straight&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do you Smoke? No&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do you Drink? On occasion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do you Take Drugs? No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Age you get mistaken for: 18&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Have Tattoos? No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Want any tattoos? Perhaps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Got any Piercings? A few&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Want any piercings? Perhaps a few more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Best friend? Eugene, Kathy, Danica, Courtney&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Relationship status: Single&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Biggest fears: Disappointing my parents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Biggest celeb crush: Francisco (not really a celeb tho)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Favorite Movie: Letters to Juliet, High Fidelity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I’ll love you if: You're genuine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Someone you miss: Family in the Philippines&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Most traumatic experience: Drowning, almost dying &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A fact about your personality: I have limits around certain people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What I hate most about myself: I'm not as organized as I'd love to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What I love most about myself: I'll put you before me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What I want to be when I get older: Anything to do with artistry and psychology, or teaching&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My relationship with my sibling(s): Is wonderful, I love my sister&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My relationship with my parents: Could be better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My idea of a perfect date: Someplace I've never been before, where everything is a mystery walk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My biggest pet peeves: People sneezing/coughing without covering their mouth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A description of the girl/boy I like: Artistic, different, sweet, amazing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A description of my best friend(s): Hilarious, caring, beautiful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A reason I’ve lied to a friend: Scared to tell them the truth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What I hate the most about school: That I'm unmotivated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What my last text message says: "I'm not askin u to be in a relationship or n e fin, it's........." **Something sweet* :) He's super cute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What words upset me the most: It's not words that upset me the most, it's not talking at all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What words make me the best about myself: Inspiration&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A wish that I’ve wished for repeatedly on 11:11: I stopped wishing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What I find attractive in boys: Their style and their smile. Humour, and modesty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Where I would like to live: Europe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;One of my insecurities: Not being good enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My childhood career choice: Doctor&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My favorite ice cream: Cookie Dough, or mint&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Who I wish I could be: A celebrity/someone very famous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Where I want to be right now: In another country&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The last thing I ate: Garlic Bread -boring!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sexiest person that comes to my mind immediately: K, haha. or perhaps Miranda Kerr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A random fact about anything: I actually love Katy Perry's TGIF music video with Rebecca Black. Always thought it sounded like her "Friday" song - -'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2847582590356227572-339172114917424773?l=rheaarafs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/feeds/339172114917424773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/2011/06/whats-new-best-thing-i-never-had-height.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2847582590356227572/posts/default/339172114917424773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2847582590356227572/posts/default/339172114917424773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/2011/06/whats-new-best-thing-i-never-had-height.html' title=''/><author><name>rheezzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06605197413060303576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7ghwo3JgbWo/TpghJufJDrI/AAAAAAAAASo/1Is2MjuuUoM/s220/Photo%2B6318.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2847582590356227572.post-8377170002280743370</id><published>2011-06-13T23:47:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T21:34:28.493+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eugene'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='danica'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bestfriend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quote'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='courtney'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So apparently there are two types of best friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number 1: The best friend who you’re so close to. You see them at  least twice a week or more. You guys talk a lot and catch up on  everything. &lt;p&gt;Number 2: The type of friendship where you two don’t talk as much but  deep down, you know that persons your best friend. Why? They understand  you even if they barely see you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glad to actually say I have both.&lt;br /&gt;Number 1? Obvious enough, Eugene. There's never a day we'd miss the chance of hanging out or simply catching up. What I love about seeing him all the time? It's never, ever, boring. We've always got something new to say and when we do repeat the shit we talk about, it's something relative to it. He's honestly wonderful. With everything we've been through, I'm super content with having him as my best boy.&lt;br /&gt;I'd also have to include Kathy in this. She's always calling me like an obsessed little girlfriend. Haha ;) I'm just kidding, obviously. ...Not! Well, she knows me inside-out. Nothing much to add onto it, it's simple. She knows me best. Perhaps a little more than Eugene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number 2? My girls. My lovely little ladies: Danica and Courtney. How so? We go days, weeks, months, without being able to hang out or see each other, and yet a little catch up for even just a few hours will do justice. And it's always a fun little outing, with something exciting on the side whilst filling each other about our 'updated' lives, if there is anything. It's the feeling of knowing it won't be awkward when you see them again after that long. The feeling of no judging, and honesty... open-ness. I love them so much for that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, there are those days where I feel ever so distant and alone. I guess we all have those moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2847582590356227572-8377170002280743370?l=rheaarafs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/feeds/8377170002280743370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/2011/06/so-apparently-there-are-two-types-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2847582590356227572/posts/default/8377170002280743370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2847582590356227572/posts/default/8377170002280743370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/2011/06/so-apparently-there-are-two-types-of.html' title=''/><author><name>rheezzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06605197413060303576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7ghwo3JgbWo/TpghJufJDrI/AAAAAAAAASo/1Is2MjuuUoM/s220/Photo%2B6318.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2847582590356227572.post-979780825200331235</id><published>2011-05-29T19:36:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T21:34:05.651+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='questions'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="entry"&gt;                             &lt;div id="textadd"&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Scary monsters and Nice Sprites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;p&gt;What exactly  are you wearing right now?&lt;br /&gt;pj's, robe = WARMTH! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your current problem?&lt;br /&gt;many things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who makes you happy?&lt;br /&gt;my bestfriends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What’s  the name of the song that you’re listening to?&lt;br /&gt;the ghost of corporate future - regina spektor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any celeb you would marry?&lt;br /&gt;justin bieber, hahah. no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name someone  with the same birthday as you?&lt;br /&gt;leianne &amp;amp; francis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever sang in front  of a large audience?&lt;br /&gt;nup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has anyone ever said you looked  like a celebrity?&lt;br /&gt;yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you speak any languages?&lt;br /&gt;are you serious -______-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has anyone you’ve been really close with passed away?&lt;br /&gt;no!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever watch MTV?&lt;br /&gt;nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What’s something that really annoys you?&lt;br /&gt;guys who want to get in your pants, girls who don't respect themselves, &amp;amp; humanity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What scares you the most about relationships?&lt;br /&gt;now? ...getting into them. don't think it's possible anytime soon, i'm not ready&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think anyone’s playing you?&lt;br /&gt;if anything, play them! hah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like it when people bring up your  mistakes?&lt;br /&gt;not really, but constructive criticism is always a good thing. suck it up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you date  any of your ex’s?&lt;br /&gt;no, are you kidding me? they're your fucking ex for a reason. don't go back there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last person you kissed calls you, what  goes through your mind?&lt;br /&gt;um, fuck you. fuck off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever  kissed a person whose name started with N, S or J?&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do  you ever think about the past?&lt;br /&gt;who doesn't?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How’s your  most recent ex doing?&lt;br /&gt;not good. he'll come through, though. deserves happiness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe ex’s can be friends?&lt;br /&gt;ex's that can be friends after a break up were never really in love...&lt;br /&gt;but in this case, relative to me, yes it's possible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you get shy  around the guy/girl you like at the moment?&lt;br /&gt;don't like anyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever  kissed somebody driving?&lt;br /&gt;mhmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are you single?&lt;br /&gt;because i don't want a relationship, because the recent guy i liked was extra 'forward' about getting to know me -lol, because i push the dude away once i know he likes me, because i'm a bitch :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person to hold your hand?&lt;br /&gt;a person at church. peace be with you! hehee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person you threw out of  your life?&lt;br /&gt;the guy that i liked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you regret something you did?&lt;br /&gt;a couple of days after something happened. now i'm over it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has  a girl/guy put their arm around you in the past 5 days?&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many windows are open on your computer?&lt;br /&gt;my computer doesn't have windows? O______O" ahah, idiot. two windows, ten tabs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are  you close with your siblings?&lt;br /&gt;yes, i love her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many kids do you  want?&lt;br /&gt;2 or 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you kissed anyone on the lips within the  past week?&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When’s the last time you cried?&lt;br /&gt;earlier&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in love?&lt;br /&gt;yep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you miss anyone?&lt;br /&gt;not right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are  you too forgiving?&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last person to message you?&lt;br /&gt;andre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do  you secretly like someone?&lt;br /&gt;possibly. but i will never tell anyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do  you care what others think of you?&lt;br /&gt;yes, but they only know your 'story', so it shouldn't really bring you down, we are who we are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think  you’ll be married in 10 years?&lt;br /&gt;30? maybe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever found  it hard to tell someone you like them?&lt;br /&gt;yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever  hurt a girl/boy you shouldn’t have?&lt;br /&gt;yes, i got karma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think of the last person  you told “I love you” to, did you mean it?&lt;br /&gt;yep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did  you date anyone this past summer?&lt;br /&gt;summer? err... yes, he was sweet, but not a relationship, just dates&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the first thing you did when you woke up?&lt;br /&gt;hit ripley for waking me up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How are you?&lt;br /&gt;procrastinating, hungry, bleh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you excited for next year?&lt;br /&gt;yes, of course! but i'm looking more forward to the end of this year. come, quickly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are your plans for tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;city and uni for the whole day, motivation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many pillows do you sleep  with?&lt;br /&gt;five&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Your parents split would you want to live with your Mom or Dad?&lt;br /&gt;er, my mum. she's more fragile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Told your parents you were going somewhere  but went somewhere else?&lt;br /&gt;always&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you hate the last  guy you had a conversation with?&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have  you ever liked someone that was in a relationship?&lt;br /&gt;yes, it hurts. not only you, but the other person in the relationship you're invading. don't fuck it up, just back off. what's meant to be will always find a way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If someone liked you right now, would you  want them to tell you?&lt;br /&gt;not really. i'm not ready for that shit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you still talk to the  person who hurt you the most?&lt;br /&gt;from a year ago: no&lt;br /&gt;from a month ago: no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                                                      &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2847582590356227572-979780825200331235?l=rheaarafs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/feeds/979780825200331235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/2011/05/scary-monsters-and-nice-sprites.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2847582590356227572/posts/default/979780825200331235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2847582590356227572/posts/default/979780825200331235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/2011/05/scary-monsters-and-nice-sprites.html' title=''/><author><name>rheezzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06605197413060303576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7ghwo3JgbWo/TpghJufJDrI/AAAAAAAAASo/1Is2MjuuUoM/s220/Photo%2B6318.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2847582590356227572.post-217786866972367575</id><published>2011-05-08T22:34:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T21:34:37.003+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quote'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--Qm-cBbsDtk/TcaP6JNizeI/AAAAAAAAAPE/s8zqEF0kwDw/s1600/Picture%2B10.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 510px; height: 210px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--Qm-cBbsDtk/TcaP6JNizeI/AAAAAAAAAPE/s8zqEF0kwDw/s400/Picture%2B10.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604325015377071586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking in code as if it's a secret.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2847582590356227572-217786866972367575?l=rheaarafs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/feeds/217786866972367575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/2011/05/talking-in-code-as-if-its-secret.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2847582590356227572/posts/default/217786866972367575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2847582590356227572/posts/default/217786866972367575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/2011/05/talking-in-code-as-if-its-secret.html' title=''/><author><name>rheezzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06605197413060303576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7ghwo3JgbWo/TpghJufJDrI/AAAAAAAAASo/1Is2MjuuUoM/s220/Photo%2B6318.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--Qm-cBbsDtk/TcaP6JNizeI/AAAAAAAAAPE/s8zqEF0kwDw/s72-c/Picture%2B10.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2847582590356227572.post-8149986818198615283</id><published>2011-05-01T21:52:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2011-05-01T22:04:43.894+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow, haven't been here in a while. Why? Nothing to really say. Life is bland. As bland as life could get. Turned Twenty. Nothing special. Uneventful, just nothing. At the point where life is just pure shit and just keeps getting shit. Honest, not being over-emotional or anything though. Unmotivated for uni. Friends are distant. Family: invisible. And I'm chasing. Chasing something that isn't even worth it. Why do I like playing the cat? Have no fucking idea why. I love the chase. I hate being chased. You know what sucks? Going to sleep with THAT THOUGHT in your mind, and waking up thinking about IT too. It's the only thing that's occupying my mind right now. It's suffocating me. I try not to, but it's there, and it's not leaving. Why? Perhaps I'm crying for the attention from that certain thing, perhaps it's the only thing making me happy, yet it's the main reason why I'm sad too. Maybe it's because it's been so long since I felt this way. As in really felt this way. Perhaps it's because it was so out of the ordinary and spontaneous. Perhaps it's because it felt good to be wanted. Strange though, the way I see it isn't how someone else does. Perspective here, is that I'm not good enough, Perspective there: total opposite. Confusing, I know. Nothing can really explain it. Although, life does have its lows before it's highs. We'll see how it pans out...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2847582590356227572-8149986818198615283?l=rheaarafs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/feeds/8149986818198615283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/2011/05/wow-havent-been-here-in-while.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2847582590356227572/posts/default/8149986818198615283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2847582590356227572/posts/default/8149986818198615283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/2011/05/wow-havent-been-here-in-while.html' title=''/><author><name>rheezzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06605197413060303576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7ghwo3JgbWo/TpghJufJDrI/AAAAAAAAASo/1Is2MjuuUoM/s220/Photo%2B6318.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2847582590356227572.post-4200088286585742805</id><published>2011-04-10T22:46:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T21:35:04.495+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sydney'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='danica'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bestfriend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adventure'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm at the peak of the downfall of my life right now. Not wanting to sound so emotional over all of this, so publicly, though. but it's there. And I hate it, so much. On a brighter and more positive note though, Saturday was spent with my lovely ladybest, strolling around Surry Hills for the annual festival. Splendid, as per usual. Oh, and btw, I'm officially in love with &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.myspace.com/fishinggg"&gt;Fishing&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.myspace.com/jinjasafari"&gt;Jinja Safari&lt;/a&gt;. Support our locals, Sydney siders! I would upload a vid I took of them performing, but my iPhone quality won't do justice, honest. Btw, thrifting was only 10$, majority. So here's a few snaps to get your eyes drooling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i51.tinypic.com/zunp6h.jpg" height="500" width="700" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i52.tinypic.com/1zlaste.jpg" height="500" width="700" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i54.tinypic.com/a46s4.jpg" height="500" width="700" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i56.tinypic.com/2lvfg4l.jpg" height="500" width="700" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i55.tinypic.com/s612me.jpg" height="500" width="700" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i55.tinypic.com/2poqu07.jpg" height="500" width="700" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i52.tinypic.com/egpmyu.jpg" height="500" width="700" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i51.tinypic.com/314v5tc.jpg" height="500" width="700" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i51.tinypic.com/s4s3uq.jpg" height="500" width="700" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.tinypic.com/2ir85zm.jpg" height="500" width="700" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i55.tinypic.com/2qkl3fa.jpg" height="500" width="700" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i52.tinypic.com/33tozm0.jpg" height="500" width="700" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i56.tinypic.com/6svv5j.jpg" height="500" width="700" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.tinypic.com/2m4tb4k.jpg" height="500" width="700" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2847582590356227572-4200088286585742805?l=rheaarafs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/feeds/4200088286585742805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/2011/04/im-at-peak-of-downfall-of-my-life-right.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2847582590356227572/posts/default/4200088286585742805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2847582590356227572/posts/default/4200088286585742805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/2011/04/im-at-peak-of-downfall-of-my-life-right.html' title=''/><author><name>rheezzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06605197413060303576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7ghwo3JgbWo/TpghJufJDrI/AAAAAAAAASo/1Is2MjuuUoM/s220/Photo%2B6318.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i51.tinypic.com/zunp6h_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2847582590356227572.post-8923883469185064616</id><published>2011-04-07T22:16:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T21:35:12.517+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='questions'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>'Cos I'm super extremely bored right now...&lt;br /&gt;This was supposed to be FIFTY QUESTIONS, but I re-numbered them and it was way below.. cbf checking what the other questions were..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[0] Your ex texted you and wanted you back, would you take them back? — No. There's a reason why it didn't last the first time. It'll just keep biting back all the same.&lt;br /&gt;[1] Has anyone told you “Forever and ever” then left? — Yes.&lt;br /&gt;[2] Your relationship status? — Single.&lt;br /&gt;[3] Where did you meet your crush(s)? — At the interview today ;) haha, jk.&lt;br /&gt;[4] Have you ever lost a close friend? — Yes.&lt;br /&gt;[5] Do you smoke weed regularly? — No, never tried.&lt;br /&gt;[6] Think back to the beginning of 2011, are you still dating the same person? — No.&lt;br /&gt;[7] Would your parents be mad if you were in a relationship? — No.&lt;br /&gt;[8] When was the last time you really laughed? — Today.&lt;br /&gt;[9] Something’s wrong, first guy you turn too? — Eugene.&lt;br /&gt;[10] First girl you’d go too? — Kathy.&lt;br /&gt;[11] Is there anyone who doesn’t like you because of something you did? — Plenty.&lt;br /&gt;[12] Angry at anyone? — No.&lt;br /&gt;[13] What’s stopping you from going for the person you like? — Everything.&lt;br /&gt;[14] When was the last time you cried really hard? — Err, when my ex bf called me/came over.&lt;br /&gt;[15] Is there anyone you would do anything for? — Kathy. All my heart and soul.&lt;br /&gt;[16] Who was the last person you talked to for more than 10 mins on the phone? —  Migs.&lt;br /&gt;[17] What is your favorite song? — Peaches.&lt;br /&gt;[18] Do you like Red Bull? — Not really.&lt;br /&gt;[19] How many people can you tell just about everything to? — Eugene. Kathy. Aaron. Danica. Courtney. Kenneth.&lt;br /&gt;[20] Have you ever wished on a shooting star? — Of course.&lt;br /&gt;[21] Does the last person you held hands with mean something to you? — Who'd I hold hands with? Err, no one.&lt;br /&gt;[22] Describe yourself in one word? — Complicated.&lt;br /&gt;[23] Do you have anything that belongs to your ex? — Yes.&lt;br /&gt;[24] Can you honestly say you’ve had a sleepover with the opposite gender? — Yes.&lt;br /&gt;[25] Do you rebound? — I've been rebounded on... But no, I haven't used someone as a rebound.&lt;br /&gt;[26] Ever cheated on someone? — Been accused, but no.&lt;br /&gt;[27] What would you do if you found out the person you like was in a relationship? — Be sad but happy for them! :D&lt;br /&gt;[28] Do you act differently around the person you like? — More happier :)&lt;br /&gt;[29] Honestly, what guy’s number do you have memorized? — Jim. and my dad's! lol&lt;br /&gt;[30] Is it hard to make you laugh? — No, I'm often caught laughing by myself ;) tehehee.&lt;br /&gt;[31] Who was the last person to make you mad? — Um, idk.&lt;br /&gt;[32] Do you think your last ex will eventually want to be with you again? — Maybe?&lt;br /&gt;[33] Have you ever fallen asleep in someone’s arms? — No.&lt;br /&gt;[34] Has anyone ever called you “scrumptious” before? — LOL, no. "You're scrumptious!" ..LIKE A COOKIE? ..wtf.&lt;br /&gt;[35] Would you like to put a night on repeat, and live it forever? — Gold Coast.&lt;br /&gt;[36] Do you have a best friend that knows you inside and out? — Kathy.&lt;br /&gt;[37] Is your best friend a slut? — LOL, after tonight, I can say yes ;) ♥&lt;br /&gt;[38] Is hard drugs a turn off? — Yeah, pretty much.&lt;br /&gt;[39] Are you happy with life right now? — Content. Could be better.&lt;br /&gt;[40] Are you still in love with your ex?? — I'll always love him in a way because he was my first true one, but no, I'm not "still" in love with him.&lt;br /&gt;[41] Have you ever been the “other person” in a relationship? — Yes.&lt;br /&gt;[42] Have you ever had your heart broken? — Plenty of times.&lt;br /&gt;[43] Have you ever broken someone’s heart? — Yes.&lt;br /&gt;[44] Is there anybody you’re really disappointed in? — Kind of.&lt;br /&gt;[45] Where is your best friend? — Kathy: at Hoxton Park. Eugene: on the way home from work, perhaps?&lt;br /&gt;[46] Something your happy about? — "YOU'RE".. fucking illiterate shit. And um, Nothing at all.&lt;br /&gt;[47] How is your heart lately? — Hopeful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2847582590356227572-8923883469185064616?l=rheaarafs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/feeds/8923883469185064616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/2011/04/cos-im-super-extremely-bored-right-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2847582590356227572/posts/default/8923883469185064616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2847582590356227572/posts/default/8923883469185064616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/2011/04/cos-im-super-extremely-bored-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>rheezzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06605197413060303576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7ghwo3JgbWo/TpghJufJDrI/AAAAAAAAASo/1Is2MjuuUoM/s220/Photo%2B6318.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2847582590356227572.post-2309250578090000272</id><published>2011-03-10T15:04:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T21:36:00.310+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='culture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='design inspirations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='uni'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have a straining seven hour break and it's awful out, plus I'm feeling a bit sick, so I'm cooped up on the lounges here at the library. Browsing through View magazine, BLOOM, and VOGUE Australia. I've got two hours left 'til class. Kill me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i56.tinypic.com/1441gm.jpg%22" height="500" width="700" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i51.tinypic.com/35jmgwi.jpg" height="500" width="700" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i55.tinypic.com/2n36u9.jpg" height="500" width="700" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was considering going Lo-Fi tonight but I'm too tired for anything and life!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2847582590356227572-2309250578090000272?l=rheaarafs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/feeds/2309250578090000272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-have-straining-seven-hour-break-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2847582590356227572/posts/default/2309250578090000272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2847582590356227572/posts/default/2309250578090000272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-have-straining-seven-hour-break-and.html' title=''/><author><name>rheezzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06605197413060303576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7ghwo3JgbWo/TpghJufJDrI/AAAAAAAAASo/1Is2MjuuUoM/s220/Photo%2B6318.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i51.tinypic.com/35jmgwi_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2847582590356227572.post-991154948273532135</id><published>2011-03-06T22:56:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T23:21:23.726+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Summer's over, but it seemed so short. Too short. Nonetheless, It was an amazing summer. One of the best I've had yet. Here are some misc photos from early 2011. Dear Autumn, please be good. College has returned. Expect more art photos and random snaps! Ciao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i54.tinypic.com/nwbk0z.jpg" height="400" width="700" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i55.tinypic.com/349c3v5.jpg" height="400" width="700" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i56.tinypic.com/344bnlv.jpg" height="400" width="700" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.tinypic.com/33e7ler.jpg" height="400" width="700" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i56.tinypic.com/2j0jpd0.jpg" height="400" width="700" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i51.tinypic.com/mm6dd2.jpg" height="400" width="700" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i56.tinypic.com/2v8k6r6.jpg" height="400" width="700" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i55.tinypic.com/k0k5e1.jpg" height="400" width="700" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i55.tinypic.com/9k9tft.jpg" height="400" width="700" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i51.tinypic.com/124itlj.jpg" height="400" width="700" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i54.tinypic.com/102kmfs.jpg" height="400" width="700" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to conclude, my extremely adorable nephew, Julian Gabriel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i54.tinypic.com/2ugi1rr.jpg" height="400" width="700" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2847582590356227572-991154948273532135?l=rheaarafs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/feeds/991154948273532135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/2011/03/summers-over-but-it-seemed-so-short.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2847582590356227572/posts/default/991154948273532135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2847582590356227572/posts/default/991154948273532135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/2011/03/summers-over-but-it-seemed-so-short.html' title=''/><author><name>rheezzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06605197413060303576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7ghwo3JgbWo/TpghJufJDrI/AAAAAAAAASo/1Is2MjuuUoM/s220/Photo%2B6318.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i54.tinypic.com/nwbk0z_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2847582590356227572.post-6187941966392600102</id><published>2011-02-21T17:40:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T21:37:00.212+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kathy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='danica'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bestfriend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gold coast'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adventure'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='courtney'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So I know I'm very delayed in posting for the New Year, but here's a few misc snaps from my getaway to Surfers Paradise, in GC, with my lovely honeys. We definitely enjoyed and we'll be returning very soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i51.tinypic.com/24ox5ds.jpg" height="400" width="700" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.tinypic.com/ojqp7t.jpg" height="400" width="700" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i54.tinypic.com/mcgboj.jpg" height="400" width="700" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i54.tinypic.com/1zh076o.jpg" height="400" width="700" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i56.tinypic.com/dm4pjd.jpg" height="400" width="700" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i52.tinypic.com/2rc3kus.jpg" height="400" width="700" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i56.tinypic.com/e88jlx.jpg" height="400" width="700" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.tinypic.com/2pzcjgo.jpg" height="470" width="700" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i52.tinypic.com/2mdhu11.jpg" height="400" width="700" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i52.tinypic.com/2qty1rr.jpg" height="400" width="700" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i54.tinypic.com/11jlro6.jpg" height="400" width="700" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i54.tinypic.com/20zpwsn.jpg" height="400" width="700" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.tinypic.com/119ntza.jpg" height="400" width="700" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i55.tinypic.com/30dbdoi.jpg" height="400" width="700" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i56.tinypic.com/14wwsjc.jpg" height="400" width="700" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.tinypic.com/2j4wr42.jpg" height="400" width="700" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i54.tinypic.com/30vombk.jpg" height="400" width="700" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.tinypic.com/308xohx.jpg" height="400" width="700" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to conclude; our theme song.&lt;br /&gt;LET'S FREAKN LOSE IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/041h-1_5yfo" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="400" width="700"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2847582590356227572-6187941966392600102?l=rheaarafs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/feeds/6187941966392600102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/2011/02/so-i-know-im-very-delayed-in-posting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2847582590356227572/posts/default/6187941966392600102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2847582590356227572/posts/default/6187941966392600102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/2011/02/so-i-know-im-very-delayed-in-posting.html' title=''/><author><name>rheezzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06605197413060303576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7ghwo3JgbWo/TpghJufJDrI/AAAAAAAAASo/1Is2MjuuUoM/s220/Photo%2B6318.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i51.tinypic.com/24ox5ds_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2847582590356227572.post-1053937135377730394</id><published>2011-01-14T12:57:00.021+11:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T21:37:32.687+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sydney'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eugene'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bestfriend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='san churros'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kathleen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adventure'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kenneth'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"A friend is one who believes in you, when you have ceased to believe in yourself."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I usually take out my slr to play every time I go out with mates but I never really upload them anywhere, so I decided that this year I'll start documenting everything here in my blog as much as possible.&lt;br /&gt;These snaps were from 23 hours ago, with my bestboy Eugene. Frolicking in the city's CBD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i56.tinypic.com/2a5ddza.jpg" height="400" width="620" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i56.tinypic.com/11snxfk.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i56.tinypic.com/n3p8qt.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i54.tinypic.com/8xtrae.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Wearing: Maroon Dr. Denims (General Pants Co.), "Anti Social" Singlet (T-Bar), "E-Street" All Black Vans (HYPE DC)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And by night, San Churros with my girl Kathleen and chillin' at the park with Ken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i55.tinypic.com/5y7046.jpg" height="400" width="620" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i56.tinypic.com/15ek6lk.jpg" height="400" width="620" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.tinypic.com/nv5qo8.jpg" height="400" width="620" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i55.tinypic.com/hv9enr.jpg" height="400" width="620" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i55.tinypic.com/2rrarsj.jpg" height="400" width="620" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2847582590356227572-1053937135377730394?l=rheaarafs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/feeds/1053937135377730394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/2011/01/13012011.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2847582590356227572/posts/default/1053937135377730394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2847582590356227572/posts/default/1053937135377730394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/2011/01/13012011.html' title=''/><author><name>rheezzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06605197413060303576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7ghwo3JgbWo/TpghJufJDrI/AAAAAAAAASo/1Is2MjuuUoM/s220/Photo%2B6318.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i56.tinypic.com/2a5ddza_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2847582590356227572.post-5736802359017665398</id><published>2011-01-07T11:13:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T11:30:55.418+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ONE/2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you bang your neighbour?&lt;br /&gt;Haha, my neighbours are way too young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What describes your relationship status?&lt;br /&gt;Single.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where are you?&lt;br /&gt;Bed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What’s the last movie you’ve seen?&lt;br /&gt;fucked if i remember... seriously. probably, life as we know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last person you held hands with?&lt;br /&gt;C.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who are Your Best Friends?&lt;br /&gt;Eugene.&lt;br /&gt;Danica, Courtney, Kathy.&lt;br /&gt;My sister, Joan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who have you talked to most today?&lt;br /&gt;Sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you carve pumpkins for halloween every year?&lt;br /&gt;Nope. One day when I'm livin' in the States.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What colour underwear are you wearing?&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Color of your shirt?&lt;br /&gt;Chiffon Black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who’s on speed dial 2? 4? 6?&lt;br /&gt;I don't have speed dial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, how many people have you been with?&lt;br /&gt;Serious relationships? ONE. lasted 2.5 years.&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, I've had 9 other 'relationships'.. lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats your favorite season?&lt;br /&gt;Summmah! No, not really, I kinda like spring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good advice if you ever going camping?&lt;br /&gt;Appropriate footwear, duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you a bad influence?&lt;br /&gt;Nup. I'm naive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rather have your name or your siblings name?&lt;br /&gt;Mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you do anything for someone else?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, my bests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been called a bitch?&lt;br /&gt;Always&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been called a slut?&lt;br /&gt;Probably, behind my back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your ringtone?&lt;br /&gt;Some lame shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are your grades good?&lt;br /&gt;When I make the effort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever think people hate you for filling these out?&lt;br /&gt;No, why the fuck?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does your best friend(s) have any phobias?&lt;br /&gt;Possibly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whose facebook page did you visit last?&lt;br /&gt;Mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last time you went out to lunch?&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is your favorite character from Friends?&lt;br /&gt;Joey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you in love with someone?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do they love you?&lt;br /&gt;Eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have one or more Britney Spears CD?&lt;br /&gt;I DO! AHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did you do last night?&lt;br /&gt;Slept. Stayed up skyping with C.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you a Lost fanatic?&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What’s your name spelled backwards?&lt;br /&gt;AIRAM. or AAEHR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a song by Ozzy Osbourne in your library?&lt;br /&gt;Wtf, no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iPod or Zune?&lt;br /&gt;iPod!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you watch Family Guy regularly?&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;King of the Hill?&lt;br /&gt;Nup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you read trashy romance novels often?&lt;br /&gt;Nup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What’s the last thing you bought?&lt;br /&gt;Some cheap ass sandals. They're cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What’s the last thing someone bought you?&lt;br /&gt;A skirtttt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever sing obnoxiously in the shower?&lt;br /&gt;Lol yeaah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What’s in your CD player right now?&lt;br /&gt;CD? ..lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What’s your favorite movie?&lt;br /&gt;Um, perhaps somethin' girly aye..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe everyone has a soul mate?&lt;br /&gt;Yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you sing?&lt;br /&gt;Nup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you play any instruments?&lt;br /&gt;Used to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you ever a freak about cleanliness or organization?&lt;br /&gt;Yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been to South America or Africa?&lt;br /&gt;One day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know how to knit?&lt;br /&gt;Nup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a job?&lt;br /&gt;Yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever written love song lyrics yourself and put them on Facebook?&lt;br /&gt;Nup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you doing right now besides this survey?&lt;br /&gt;Lykke Li.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last place you went for vacation?&lt;br /&gt;Phils, AGES AGO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite number?&lt;br /&gt;8.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physics or chemistry?&lt;br /&gt;Chem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Facebook or Myspace?&lt;br /&gt;Eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R-rated or G-rated movies?&lt;br /&gt;LOL G!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harry Potter, Lord of the Rings, or Star Wars?&lt;br /&gt;HP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fly or road trip?&lt;br /&gt;Either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Batman, Spiderman, Superman, the Hulk, or the SilverSurfer?&lt;br /&gt;Batman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What’s your favorite Disney movie?&lt;br /&gt;Idk? The Parent Trap! HAHA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2847582590356227572-5736802359017665398?l=rheaarafs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/feeds/5736802359017665398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/2011/01/one2011-would-you-bang-your-neighbour.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2847582590356227572/posts/default/5736802359017665398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2847582590356227572/posts/default/5736802359017665398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/2011/01/one2011-would-you-bang-your-neighbour.html' title=''/><author><name>rheezzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06605197413060303576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7ghwo3JgbWo/TpghJufJDrI/AAAAAAAAASo/1Is2MjuuUoM/s220/Photo%2B6318.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2847582590356227572.post-4654767885971485267</id><published>2011-01-05T21:53:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T21:57:52.851+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Currently listening to Sara Bareilles. I'm doing a 365 Project. It'll be 95% photography though. Check ya, x.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2847582590356227572-4654767885971485267?l=rheaarafs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/feeds/4654767885971485267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/2011/01/currently-listening-to-sara-bareilles.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2847582590356227572/posts/default/4654767885971485267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2847582590356227572/posts/default/4654767885971485267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/2011/01/currently-listening-to-sara-bareilles.html' title=''/><author><name>rheezzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06605197413060303576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7ghwo3JgbWo/TpghJufJDrI/AAAAAAAAASo/1Is2MjuuUoM/s220/Photo%2B6318.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2847582590356227572.post-3360836624364059966</id><published>2010-11-29T21:58:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T22:08:38.481+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Nothing better to do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iQTOnW3FeGs/TPOHZqlVpKI/AAAAAAAAAM8/l2LEMxmX_X8/s1600/Photo%2B5416.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 580px; height: 460px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iQTOnW3FeGs/TPOHZqlVpKI/AAAAAAAAAM8/l2LEMxmX_X8/s400/Photo%2B5416.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544924441220588706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last time you kissed someone, were your hands around their neck?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Are you one of those people who never drink soda?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mm, I try to avoid it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Think back five months ago, were you single?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is there one person you look at and automatically smile?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You think “I love you” are strong words?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When was the last time you laughed REALLY hard?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Um, today, with the girls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Are you counting down for anything?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Tomorrow, The Wedding, Christmas, NY, Field Day, Queensland!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Favorite color?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Red + Beige/Neutral Colours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What grade is the last person you texted in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;MINE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you like your hair?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;It's alright..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you have clothes that belong to other people?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;My sister&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is anyone mad at you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Not that I know of..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today, would you rather go forward a week or back?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have you ever had a really big fight with a best friend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;YES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is there someone you don’t ever want to be out of your life&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Possibly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Are you currently looking forward to anything?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Check back to what I was counting down to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Will this weekend be a good one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Hopefully&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What’s something you really want right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;$$$$ and a trip overseas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is there a guy that knows everything about you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Not everything, but close enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Has anybody ever told you that you have pretty eyes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Would you rather have long or short hair?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Would you go back in time if you were given the chance?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;YES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Are you open about your feelings or closed off?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I have a limit on what I tell and what I don't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Has the last person you kissed ever made you cry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Nup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have you realized anything lately?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Plenty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Would you be shocked if the last person you kissed texted you right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Nup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you spend time with the same people always or new people?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Both&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Are you the type that would rather stay at other people’s houses or have them at yours?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Other’s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When is the last time you were truly happy with your life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I'm content, but not ecstatic... I admit, it's been a while... Meh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Are you a morning person or night?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Morning&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2847582590356227572-3360836624364059966?l=rheaarafs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/feeds/3360836624364059966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/2010/11/nothing-better-to-do.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2847582590356227572/posts/default/3360836624364059966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2847582590356227572/posts/default/3360836624364059966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/2010/11/nothing-better-to-do.html' title=''/><author><name>rheezzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06605197413060303576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7ghwo3JgbWo/TpghJufJDrI/AAAAAAAAASo/1Is2MjuuUoM/s220/Photo%2B6318.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iQTOnW3FeGs/TPOHZqlVpKI/AAAAAAAAAM8/l2LEMxmX_X8/s72-c/Photo%2B5416.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2847582590356227572.post-6876798471952286498</id><published>2010-11-21T00:39:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T00:43:41.660+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow. Time goes crazy fast these days... As in it's been almost a year since we broke up. I have no idea why I'm thinking about that at a time like this so early in the morning. Guess just too many thoughts running through my mind. And listening to slow jams isn't helping either, heh. It's one of those moments in life when you're just stuck there, thinking about the past, what happened, what didn't happen, what should've happened. Well, it's safe to say I'm happy where I am at right now though. Couldn't be any more content.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2847582590356227572-6876798471952286498?l=rheaarafs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/feeds/6876798471952286498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/2010/11/wow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2847582590356227572/posts/default/6876798471952286498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2847582590356227572/posts/default/6876798471952286498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/2010/11/wow.html' title=''/><author><name>rheezzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06605197413060303576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7ghwo3JgbWo/TpghJufJDrI/AAAAAAAAASo/1Is2MjuuUoM/s220/Photo%2B6318.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2847582590356227572.post-4372615629715370248</id><published>2010-11-17T20:51:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T20:51:36.811+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You can’t let yourself fall for the same shit over and over. You can’t  allow it to trap you up, and suffocate you until you say what it wants  you to say. You can’t allow yourself to say yes every time and fall back  into his arms. Because each time you say yes, you know for sure it’s  going to end up with tears on your side. You know it’s a constant cycle,  and it’s bound to happen again. Seriously, if you know you’re gonna end  up getting hurt over and over again- walk away when you still can.  Because it’s a monster. Love doesn’t die, but it can kill you.                             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2847582590356227572-4372615629715370248?l=rheaarafs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/feeds/4372615629715370248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/2010/11/you-cant-let-yourself-fall-for-same.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2847582590356227572/posts/default/4372615629715370248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2847582590356227572/posts/default/4372615629715370248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/2010/11/you-cant-let-yourself-fall-for-same.html' title=''/><author><name>rheezzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06605197413060303576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7ghwo3JgbWo/TpghJufJDrI/AAAAAAAAASo/1Is2MjuuUoM/s220/Photo%2B6318.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2847582590356227572.post-7293552017633123506</id><published>2010-11-17T00:53:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T00:56:46.825+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You want to know why I'm crying? Why I was crying? Why I keep crying? You. You're the reason. Nothing more, Nothing less. Why can't I just fucking get over you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2847582590356227572-7293552017633123506?l=rheaarafs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/feeds/7293552017633123506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/2010/11/you-want-to-know-why-im-crying-why-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2847582590356227572/posts/default/7293552017633123506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2847582590356227572/posts/default/7293552017633123506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/2010/11/you-want-to-know-why-im-crying-why-i.html' title=''/><author><name>rheezzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06605197413060303576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7ghwo3JgbWo/TpghJufJDrI/AAAAAAAAASo/1Is2MjuuUoM/s220/Photo%2B6318.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2847582590356227572.post-2613857302355809235</id><published>2010-11-16T00:42:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T01:03:44.875+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;VINNY. Q'S #4.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aside from macarons, what else do you like to eat?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cannoli, hahahaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;favourite season of the year?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;summer! i like any...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;what's the first thought when you wake up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't really know.. most of the time it's most just recapping of why the hell i dreamt of 'whatever i dreamt about' hehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;what's the last thought you have before you go to bed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what to dream about, ahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;what is your motto?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;um, i go by a lot of motto's! hmm, this is a tough one. just perhaps something to do with life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;if you could wear any uniform for work, what would you wear?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uniform? to have NO uniform! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;what do you usually for christmas and other special occasions of the year?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what do i usually do? um, family friend gatherings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;did you put your photos on private so people would stop commenting on how gorgeous you look or to hide from all the predator? :O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL to hide!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;what is something you always think about during the day?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;clothes, heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;do you tend to overthink about things?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, excessively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;are you a worrier or you just shrug things off?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i start to worry, but then i shrug it off later on. it depends, actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;when somebody says something negative to you, does it stick in your head or does it go in one ear and out the ear?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sticks. people don't say negative shiz out of nowhere... it came from somewhere. everything that people say to you is always half true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;if somebody told you a secret, would you keep the secret or do you have to tell one person?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's plenty of things i know that no one else knows. it's a matter of being trustworthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;what's your take on promises? are they always made to be broken or do they get kept?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i haven't had a promise UN-broken by far, so i'm still waiting for that to come along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;have you made any promises you couldn't keep?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, many.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;when you can't sleep at night, what do you do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i listen to music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;are you scared of horror movies?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nope!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;how many piercings do you have?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lip, standard ears, and scaffold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;why do girls choose assholes over nice guys?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because everyone wants what they can't have. everyone wants what's NOT good for them. everyone likes the chase, not to BE chased.&lt;br /&gt;love that question, ahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;when you see the colour red, what do you think of?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love. blood. strong emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;how big is your family?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't even know, hey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;how is the new job and who is this person you hide from?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL!!!!!!!! i am not hiding from anyone! loljk, i am! one of my workmates, because he's very... um... 'infamous' in the notion of being king of lying about other workmates and flirting a lot, heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;if you could live as somebody else for a day, who would it be and why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it would be somebody famous, of course. perhaps a wonderful singer, like alicia keys, or a model like nicole trunfio. i'd just like to experience a different perspective of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;are you any good at bowling and pool?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am amazing at bowling! i seriously am.&lt;br /&gt;and with pool, i haven't actually played it before, but at uni i'd coach my mates through the game.. so i bet i'd be awesome too ;P hahaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;what is the longest amount of hours that you've slept?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;er, i don't even know! 12 hours? lol, not long.. i get woken up easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;do you wake up in the middle of the night to pee?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i used to! lol, now i just pee on my bed! HAHAHAHA joke!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;do you get hayfever?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;are you allergic to anything? aside from bullshit hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaa, hey, how'd you know that!! um, nah, nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;what is your favourite disney movie?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;errr.. aladdin? HAHAHA! any of the disney princesses movies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;do you wear pyjamas to bed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wear undies. hahaa, nah when it's super hot i just wear a tee and undies, stuff pj's!! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;where's the coolest place to hangout after work?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the new sydney westfields! i'm there everyday, zomg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;how long does it take for you to get to work?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;about 90mins!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;what's the best prank you've pulled on anyone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol, i seriously don't remember, probs something in highschool :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you're too pretty :D                                                 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're too kind!! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2847582590356227572-2613857302355809235?l=rheaarafs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/feeds/2613857302355809235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/2010/11/vinny.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2847582590356227572/posts/default/2613857302355809235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2847582590356227572/posts/default/2613857302355809235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/2010/11/vinny.html' title=''/><author><name>rheezzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06605197413060303576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7ghwo3JgbWo/TpghJufJDrI/AAAAAAAAASo/1Is2MjuuUoM/s220/Photo%2B6318.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2847582590356227572.post-5284150061830673392</id><published>2010-11-14T21:27:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T21:28:45.256+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iQTOnW3FeGs/TN-5ljKaigI/AAAAAAAAAMk/VsNc7RqvGLw/s1600/tumblr_l7vonfxRF31qcn4d1o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 282px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iQTOnW3FeGs/TN-5ljKaigI/AAAAAAAAAMk/VsNc7RqvGLw/s400/tumblr_l7vonfxRF31qcn4d1o1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539350121434221058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Exactly how I feel right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2847582590356227572-5284150061830673392?l=rheaarafs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/feeds/5284150061830673392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/2010/11/exactly-how-i-feel-right-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2847582590356227572/posts/default/5284150061830673392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2847582590356227572/posts/default/5284150061830673392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/2010/11/exactly-how-i-feel-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>rheezzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06605197413060303576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7ghwo3JgbWo/TpghJufJDrI/AAAAAAAAASo/1Is2MjuuUoM/s220/Photo%2B6318.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iQTOnW3FeGs/TN-5ljKaigI/AAAAAAAAAMk/VsNc7RqvGLw/s72-c/tumblr_l7vonfxRF31qcn4d1o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2847582590356227572.post-5462785588900131857</id><published>2010-11-14T18:49:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T18:52:22.669+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just told my bestboy everything that I felt about certain situations... So deep that I ended up crying. Yeah, I've kept it between me, myself, and I, for so long. Feels good to be able to speak to him clearly and tell him my thoughts and emotions. I love him with all my heart. Thank you for not judging me, ever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2847582590356227572-5462785588900131857?l=rheaarafs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/feeds/5462785588900131857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-just-told-my-bestboy-everything-that.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2847582590356227572/posts/default/5462785588900131857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2847582590356227572/posts/default/5462785588900131857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-just-told-my-bestboy-everything-that.html' title=''/><author><name>rheezzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06605197413060303576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7ghwo3JgbWo/TpghJufJDrI/AAAAAAAAASo/1Is2MjuuUoM/s220/Photo%2B6318.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2847582590356227572.post-3455872171561789870</id><published>2010-11-06T22:58:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T11:35:50.809+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;questions from vinny # 3 :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;werewolves or vampires? or do you hate twilight too? haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uh, none. lol. yeah, not into that.. but i don't hate it. i think vampires are fascinating though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;when you do have kids in the future, what would you name them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;um, i only have a girls name in mind.. which i prefer not to disclose here, haha. i will tell you one thing, it's very unique :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;describe your perfect wedding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really can't describe it right now.. haven't got anything in mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;do you prefer long hair or short hair from the opposite sex?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;medium :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;what's a hidden talent of yours?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's hidden!! haha. something to do with philosophy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;what is something you wished you could always do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;travel the world. seriously, i reallllly badly want to. hopefully my career brings this to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;would you rather live in a small town near a beach or in the heart of the city? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would love to be near the beach, but if a tsunami came then i would die! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;what's your least favourite colour?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fluro.. lol, i don't have a least fave to be honest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;if you could get away with murder, who would you kill?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oooooo, love this question! lol but i don't think i'm man enough to murder anyone. i would go back to the past and murder the terrorists of 7/11.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;vampires or werewolves? hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol, you asked me this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;are you and your sister close?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, most of the time. but she gets offended easily -____-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;how old is your baby nephew julian? and does it feel like you're in training when you're playing or babysitting him?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he is 6+ months old, and yes it does feel like i'm in training!! :D i want a baby girl...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;what's your favourite past time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uh, i'm not really sure... ask me again! haha, what's yours?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;if you were upset and needed to get away, where would you go?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if it were to be in sydney.. the city. just exploring and getting lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;have you broken any bones or been in an operation before?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;proud to say no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;being that halloween is coming right up, what would you dress up as at a halloween party?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah! wish that we celebrated it as crazy as the states does. i'm not sure  what i would dress up as, but i would go hard out, for sure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;what's the worst wake-up call you've had?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;who was the last person you said "I love you" to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aw, um.. my dad :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;do/did you play any sports?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no i don't play sports. so unhealthy! um, i played european handball,  volleyball, soccer, cricket, basketball, etc etc etc.. you name it! i  was a tomboy! lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;do you collect anything?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes. fashion articles/advertisements, other interesting reads, postcards, sunnies, and labels on apparel! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;what camera do you use?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my iphone, lol. and my canon 450DSLR. the occasional lomography from time to time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;what are some of the mistakes you've made in the past? have you learnt from them or are you still making the same ones?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've made a lot of mistakes with 'love' and relationships... i guess  50/50. i have learnt from plenty of them, but there are some that i just  can't get enough of! and yeah, it's a bad habit. i will eventually get  over it. but i've changed a lot in the past 6 months to be honest. i'm  not the girl a lot of people think and know me as.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; if you discovered a country or planet, what would you name it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some really really unique strange name! stating with an 'x'/'y'/ or 'z'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;how many pairs of sunnies do you own?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;billions! it's crazy. i'll sell some soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;do you have a sweet tooth?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes! bloody can't eat a meal without dessert after! FATTTTTY lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;at what age did you stop believing in santa claus?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know! i still believe in him! :D haha. one time i was pissed  that my dad was leaving our christmas party 'to go to work'... i'm  pretty sure i cried.. haha. then after a few days they told me he was  santa claus! i was proud :) lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;do you prefer hot or cold weather?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hot! but cuddling is cute in cold weather :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;do you wear singlets or t-shirts more?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;singlets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;what's the best/worst present anyone has ever gotten you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;best: ripley (my puppy), worst: something that i couldn't use that  wasn't heaps awesome! perhaps like.. a jar or towel or something lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;if you liked someone, would you tell them straight out or would you wait for them to make a move?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bahaha! i don't care. if i like someone (as a friend).. i'd tell them  straight up if i'd go for them, then everything's not awkward.. only if  they take it in a different way of course! but yeah, it makes the  friendship more fun if you're upfront about everything :)&lt;br /&gt;but i'd wait for them to make a move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;when was the last time you laughed till your jaws hurt?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aww, hahaha. i remember this. but i don't remember WHEN. argh! i laugh a  lot though :) and work these days is very very very fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;has a guy ever pulled the "stretching his arms and then arms around your shoulder" move on you in the cinemas? hahahha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL! no chance. i move forward and be like "what are you doing?" lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;who are your role models?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;any majorly successful designer.. probably like Anthony Capon, or Erin  Louise. my mother and father are definitely up there too. and my sister,  she's amazing most of the time, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;why do you think we want the ones we can't have and don't want the ones we can have?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow, love this question!&lt;br /&gt;perhaps because what we want is so far from our reach that we try so  hard to get it and end up disappointing ourselves... and then we end up  falling back on something we just 'settle' for. i feel that it's also  because people are very picky and know what they (in their mindset)  'deserve'. also, sometimes, people like 'the chase'... they don't like  being chased, instead, they like to be the ones that's chasing. and it's  also like.. "i want what that person over there is having..." it's  foolish, but it's human. we are all crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;how would a guy know that you like him?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am pretty obvious in showing a guy that i'm into him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;what is the most selfish thing you've done?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;having a forbidden (sort of) relationship. yeah, admit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;where would you draw the line to dating older/younger guys? how many years older or younger?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at my age, only 2. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;what's the sweetest thing a guy has ever said to/done for you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aww.. um, on my 18th birthday, i was out with my (ex) bf, and he told me  he had to leave.. i was suuuuper pissed.. like HELLO, it's my birthday!  lol. then i caught the bus home even though he insisted in taking me  home.. so then i got home and was half crying, opened my room and my  bestfriends were there yelling out "surprise!" and running to hugg me...  then i went downstairs, blindfolded, and the front door opened, my  blindfold was taken off, and there the bastard was, holding RIPLEY in  his hands, giving him to me :) sweet yeah? i felt so bad getting angry  at him (obviously) hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;would you consider going to the movies and having dinner a date or just a hang out?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not sure? i went out with this guy once for a movie and lunch.. i  considered it as hanging out, but i'm pretty sure he told others it was a  date...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;what's your initial reaction when someone says that they like you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i get really shy around them! lol. but initial reaction, pretty much a stunned face! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;would you say that you're an adrenaline junkie?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish! i'd loved to be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;what's the funniest thing you've heard lately?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha, something from todayat work!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;when you meet a guy, what do you think is his immediate thoughts about you? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg, like today... haha. i am very hyper! so i think they might think i'm a bit 'crazy'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;when a guy is being nice to you, do you think he's trying to get into your pants or do you think he's genuinely nice?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol, genuinely nice. i can defs suss out if a guy just wants to get in my pants... i've had a few. seriously, gtfo :\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;what's the most important element of a relationship to you? commitment? trust? affection?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trust. fucking trust!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you would get a tattoo on your arm and somewhere on your body huh? what would you get? calligraphy or an image?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;calligraphy. forearm. possibly one on my upper body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;would your parents flip if you got a tattoo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes they would. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;can you sing? or are you a shower singer like me? hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA, i used to sing when i was little... i don't sing anymore.. shower singers ftw! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;what would be the theme song of your life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhh i don't know! i had one before, but i can't think right now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you say you obsess about white boys, does that mean you prefer them over other nationalities when it comes to dating?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL, nah! 80% of my ex bf's were asian ahahahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;if you were to make a t-shirt, what would it say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it wouldn't have typography on it.. it would have a design.&lt;br /&gt;but for typo... um, probably some fascinating catchy lyrics :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;does it freak you out that I'm asking you all these questions?                                              &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;no it doesn't :D&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2847582590356227572-3455872171561789870?l=rheaarafs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/feeds/3455872171561789870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/2010/11/questions-from-vinny-2-werewolves-or.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2847582590356227572/posts/default/3455872171561789870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2847582590356227572/posts/default/3455872171561789870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/2010/11/questions-from-vinny-2-werewolves-or.html' title=''/><author><name>rheezzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06605197413060303576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7ghwo3JgbWo/TpghJufJDrI/AAAAAAAAASo/1Is2MjuuUoM/s220/Photo%2B6318.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2847582590356227572.post-4880423371614730971</id><published>2010-11-02T22:38:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T22:55:17.415+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;An instant inspiration and influence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;* * * * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iQTOnW3FeGs/TM_5v8B_2sI/AAAAAAAAAMU/LYb1zWckPDk/s1600/212-1_nr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 316px; height: 107px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iQTOnW3FeGs/TM_5v8B_2sI/AAAAAAAAAMU/LYb1zWckPDk/s400/212-1_nr.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534917069025303234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iQTOnW3FeGs/TM_4YL3lr0I/AAAAAAAAAMM/p-4dl4eP9Ks/s1600/ScanlanTheodore-SS10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 433px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iQTOnW3FeGs/TM_4YL3lr0I/AAAAAAAAAMM/p-4dl4eP9Ks/s400/ScanlanTheodore-SS10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534915561448124226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="left" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td height="22"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;           &lt;td align="left" valign="top" width="575"&gt;&lt;p&gt; For over 20  years women have embraced Scanlan &amp;amp; Theodore’s modern elegance and  independent spirit as their very own. 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as in which of the two do you prefer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;what's your favourite catch phrase?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol i don't really have one? some that are annoying though, are; "ceebs", and "laters (to this or that)" haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;what is your best physical feature?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't have any! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;how old do you want to be when you get married?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't see myself getting married! :( lol, but if ever, then 23+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;how many kids do you plan to have in the future?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;what is your dream car?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a vintage one :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cats or dogs?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dogs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;would you live in the nude for a day if you were paid one million dollars?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes haha. you only live once, might as well make the most of what comes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;would you rather be a princess or a warrior?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;princess, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;love is only a feeling, true or false?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;false. to me, love is uncontrollable, inevitable, indescribable. it's something you touch, feel, and hear. it's the passion, the commitment, the desire... it's a promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;favourite food?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;macarons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;what makes a guy attractive?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like i said before, ambition. respect, humour, and having a strong faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;have you ever been lead on or cheated on?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;both&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;if someone kept a secret from you because it was for your own good, would you still want to know even though the truth would hurt?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, it's better knowing the truth than not knowing at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ever gone streaking? ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha, nope!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;if you and I were locked up in a closet, what would happen? me getting lucky or a broken nose? hahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA!!! wouldn't you like to know! i'd probably suffocate from you hogging all the air! ahaha kidding ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;is it better to have loved then lost or not love at all?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;definitely. experiences are what teaches you to be better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;vacation anywhere in the world, where would you go?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;europe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;if you were invited to a costume party, what would you dress up as?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;depends on the theme!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;what are you scared of the most?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the world ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;do you prefer to chase or be chased?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, the chase is fun, but i don't really like being chased.. i get turned off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;what's "love" by your definition?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've answered this many times already... but to continue, my definition is summed up here: A quote by Neil Gaiman ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;“Have  you ever been in love? Horrible isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable.  It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone  can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses,  you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then  one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders  into your stupid life...You give them a piece of you. They didn't ask  for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you,  and then your life isn't your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets  inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so  simple a phrase like 'maybe we should be just friends' turns into a  glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in  the imagination. Not just in the mind. It's a soul-hurt, a real  gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MR1_2lFXJI4?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MR1_2lFXJI4?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="385" width="640"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you had one million dollars to spend in ONE day and you weren't allowed to give it away how would you spend and what would you spend it on?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah, tough one... get back to you on that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;batman or superman?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;superman perhaps? lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;what's a bad habit of yours?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;procrastination. and falling for someone i initially know i shouldn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;do you prefer to give or take?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;give.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;what's a song that'll always put a smile on your face no matter how down you're feeling?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;angel's lullaby - monica palao&lt;br /&gt;or anything by blink 182.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;do you play any instruments?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had a dream to be a drummer, but my dad didn't let me, then i got a guitar, which is now collecting dust, and i know how to play piano, but not pro. in summer, i plan to learn a new instrument ;D not sayin' though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;favourite band? aside from blink182 and rja&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how'd you know i loved the'rja?! :O hahaa. i love the xx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;are you a daddys girl or mommys girl?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;both in a way. perhaps more daddy's girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;what's the most embarrassing thing you've ever done or caught doing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know! probably something in my childhood.. hehee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you prefer to wear dresses or jeans?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dresses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3 wishes from a genie in a bottle, what would it be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*more wishes ahahha* cheater! nah, um: 1 - to have another life where i can be forever young, 2 - to end poverty and suffering, 3 - to experience the REAL paradise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;what's the biggest lie you've told?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's a secret. seriously, only my bestfriend knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;what kind of movies are you into?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;what do you believe in? god or aliens?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i do believe in god, and i also do believe there has been some form of alien-life in the past decades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;do you believe in ghosts? heaven? hell? in a thing called love? haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i do believe in ghosts. my sister saw my dead grandparents when she was younger. i believe in heaven, and in hell, and yes, i do believe in love :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;how and why did your last relationship end?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it begun when we had a 'break' because i was said to be not making much effort to work things out, as well as being told that he was more independent without me when he was overseas. also because i was accused of cheating because my bestfriend was supposedly sending me 'sext' messages through i.m. then it ended because i STILL wasn't making an effort, and oh, because i started falling for someone else.. i know it might sound all messed up reading it like this, but this is only a taste of what i went through. the whole story is much harsher and dramatic. two and a half years...&lt;br /&gt;whatever, move forward, right. it wasn't meant to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;at what point would a guy be trying too hard to impress you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't really know. i immediately run away when a guy shows too much interest, only because i've been through past experiences that i don't want to go through again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;have you ever had your heart broken? what happened?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, twice. guy1. it hurts to be denied and for someone to pretend nothing happened between you and him; guy2. when you go through all the effort to do everything for one person who's told you they 'loved' you, and they take you for granted.&lt;br /&gt;surprisingly, i'm still close friends with guy2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nerds or bad boys? trouble maker or shy guy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;personally, bad boys, and shy guy. trouble makers are attention seekers. if i were to go back to high school, nerds ftw!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;which side of the bed do you sleep on or are you a bed hog?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bed hog! lol. i move around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;what would your super power be? and what would be your superhero name and what would your costume look like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would be a JUMPER. i wouldn't have a costume. i'd be slick ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;has someone written a song about you? who was it and what was it about?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nope :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;if a guy writes a song about you, creepy or romantic?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;romantic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;love at first sight, possible or impossible?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nice guys finish last, fact or fiction?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's kind of a fact. hey. but it's also a fact that the best is always saved for last! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;what would it take for a guy to sweep you off your feet?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;doing something really sweet and spontaneous, but simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;favourite ice cream?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cookie dough.&lt;br /&gt;i'm more of a gelato person though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;who would be your celebrity pass?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, i don't know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ideal date?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;preference of guys?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;older.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;if you could go back in back time to change one thing in your past what would it be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing. the past is what makes us and what brings us to the future.&lt;br /&gt;learn to accept what was given to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ferris wheel or rollercoasters?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rollercoasters!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;if there someone you want but can't have?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rephrase: "IS there?" ...there was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;when was the first/last time you fell in love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;four months ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;are you more of a hook-up kind of girl or a relationship kind of girl?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;on a scale of 1-10, what would you say your sexual appetite is on? 1 being reserved and shy and 10 being freakishly nympho like Alysson Hannigan in American Pie hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL!!! 3,000! haha, um perhaps 7? is this an is horniness? LOL wtf :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;do you like to sleep naked?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;half naked. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;how many relationships have you had?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. serious ones as in longer than 5 months: probably only 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;what's your take on long distance relationships? have you had a long distance relationship?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was talking about this to some uni mates yesterday. it's quite interesting. they all said it could never work out, but i see on tumblr all these long distance relo's that have lasted a year +. in my opinion, there's a possibility it could work out... but there are so many limitations to it that could ultimately deteriorate the relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;what's your favourite colour(s)?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right now? pastel colours. of all time: red.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;when was the last time you drank alcohol?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 million years ago. lol. about 7 months ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dream job?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to have multiple jobs. i don't want to stay in one career the rest of my life. i want a career that can be streamed onto other occupations. hence, i have my own my career plan :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;do you have any tattoos and if you were to get one, what would you get? where and why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yep, one of my left shoulder sayin' "rocknrolla' ahahaa ;P kidding.&lt;br /&gt;no i don't. i haven't thought about this. but i would get one on my arm &amp;amp; somewhere on my body :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;are your parents strict?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;extremely. well, just to an extent. they should be :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;what's your favourite movie of all time? still can't believe you haven't seen star wars.. or maybe I'm just a nerd hahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of all time? lol, i seriously don't know! perhaps the hangover? :)&lt;br /&gt;and yes, i have never watched it! nor do i ever plan to! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;do you prefer to have a wild night out or a cosy night in?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you asked me this 3 years ago, i would've said wild night out. but given the changes i've been through, a cosy night in is perfect for me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sunsets or sunrises?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunrise! i always dreamed of picking up my bestfriends early in the morning and taking them to the beach just so they can wake up to watch the sunrise. it'd be splendid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;favourite disney movie?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lion king. ahaha. nah, honestly don't know anymore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I know girls have a shitload of shoes, so how many pairs do you own?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol! i don't have a 'shitload'. i've got like, 10? haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;what would be your favourite accessory? necklace? bracelet? ring? bling?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ringsssss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;what do you obsess about?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;macarons, white boys, artistry, apparel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;is your room a mess or are you a neat freak and must keep it clean?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's a mess but i am a neat freak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;what's the funniest t-shirt you've ever seen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;the ones you have! lol&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;they're so long! but fun :D&lt;br /&gt;here's part one:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://crrystalised.tumblr.com/post/1388309005"&gt;http://crrystalised.tumblr.com/post/1388309005&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2847582590356227572-5001175064073306764?l=rheaarafs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/feeds/5001175064073306764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/2010/10/quiz-2-sent-to-my-askbox-on-tumblr-from.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2847582590356227572/posts/default/5001175064073306764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2847582590356227572/posts/default/5001175064073306764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/2010/10/quiz-2-sent-to-my-askbox-on-tumblr-from.html' title=''/><author><name>rheezzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06605197413060303576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7ghwo3JgbWo/TpghJufJDrI/AAAAAAAAASo/1Is2MjuuUoM/s220/Photo%2B6318.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2847582590356227572.post-6574640723729630060</id><published>2010-10-24T19:46:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T19:48:50.261+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A History of Rap - ft. Justin Timberlake &amp; The Roots.&lt;br /&gt;This is legit. The finest artists...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OD0AHkRf2FA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OD0AHkRf2FA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="385" width="640"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2847582590356227572-6574640723729630060?l=rheaarafs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/feeds/6574640723729630060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/2010/10/history-of-rap-ft.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2847582590356227572/posts/default/6574640723729630060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2847582590356227572/posts/default/6574640723729630060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/2010/10/history-of-rap-ft.html' title=''/><author><name>rheezzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06605197413060303576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7ghwo3JgbWo/TpghJufJDrI/AAAAAAAAASo/1Is2MjuuUoM/s220/Photo%2B6318.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2847582590356227572.post-6238143892916966745</id><published>2010-10-21T21:54:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T22:10:08.944+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Finders Keepers&lt;/span&gt; is just around the corner, yet again. Can't wait to see the showcase of up-and-coming Aussie/NZ designers this time around! FK always has the quirkiest little things and almost everything is an inspiration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday 3rd December, @ 6-10pm- Saturday 4th December @ 10-5pm.&lt;br /&gt;CarriageWorks - 245 Wilson Street, Eveleigh NSW 2015.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iQTOnW3FeGs/TMAdB_irnnI/AAAAAAAAALs/Ln7y_c-Gyak/s1600/Picture+10.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 547px; height: 365px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iQTOnW3FeGs/TMAdB_irnnI/AAAAAAAAALs/Ln7y_c-Gyak/s400/Picture+10.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530452262484942450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iQTOnW3FeGs/TMAcvN38Z-I/AAAAAAAAALk/RDK8gMAS9GI/s1600/Picture+11.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 552px; height: 366px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iQTOnW3FeGs/TMAcvN38Z-I/AAAAAAAAALk/RDK8gMAS9GI/s400/Picture+11.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530451939914704866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iQTOnW3FeGs/TMAdOaWVB4I/AAAAAAAAAL0/eVtPSr6u7Dk/s1600/Picture+12.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 544px; height: 357px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iQTOnW3FeGs/TMAdOaWVB4I/AAAAAAAAAL0/eVtPSr6u7Dk/s400/Picture+12.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530452475839317890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2847582590356227572-6238143892916966745?l=rheaarafs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/feeds/6238143892916966745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/2010/10/finders-keepers-is-just-around-corner.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2847582590356227572/posts/default/6238143892916966745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2847582590356227572/posts/default/6238143892916966745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/2010/10/finders-keepers-is-just-around-corner.html' title=''/><author><name>rheezzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06605197413060303576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7ghwo3JgbWo/TpghJufJDrI/AAAAAAAAASo/1Is2MjuuUoM/s220/Photo%2B6318.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iQTOnW3FeGs/TMAdB_irnnI/AAAAAAAAALs/Ln7y_c-Gyak/s72-c/Picture+10.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2847582590356227572.post-6823132939198802359</id><published>2010-10-18T20:10:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T20:17:49.592+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's quite funny how emotions can change all so suddenly. You're having the best day, or even a really good couple of days, then one thing, just one little thing, happens to just ruin the mood and change your whole perspective of the way things are panning out. Whatever, that's how life is. Nobody said it was easy, they just said it'll be worth it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2847582590356227572-6823132939198802359?l=rheaarafs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/feeds/6823132939198802359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/2010/10/its-quite-funny-how-emotions-can-change.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2847582590356227572/posts/default/6823132939198802359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2847582590356227572/posts/default/6823132939198802359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/2010/10/its-quite-funny-how-emotions-can-change.html' title=''/><author><name>rheezzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06605197413060303576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7ghwo3JgbWo/TpghJufJDrI/AAAAAAAAASo/1Is2MjuuUoM/s220/Photo%2B6318.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2847582590356227572.post-3498166511696987347</id><published>2010-10-16T17:19:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T17:20:37.641+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is legit. Worth watching from start to end. Intensity at its best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/14017511?color=ff0179" frameborder="0" height="468" width="680"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/14017511"&gt;Your Lucky Day&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user290386"&gt;Dan&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2847582590356227572-3498166511696987347?l=rheaarafs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/feeds/3498166511696987347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/2010/10/this-is-legit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2847582590356227572/posts/default/3498166511696987347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2847582590356227572/posts/default/3498166511696987347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/2010/10/this-is-legit.html' title=''/><author><name>rheezzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06605197413060303576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7ghwo3JgbWo/TpghJufJDrI/AAAAAAAAASo/1Is2MjuuUoM/s220/Photo%2B6318.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2847582590356227572.post-6099661336861814551</id><published>2010-10-15T23:05:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T23:57:59.547+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i52.tinypic.com/17wyl4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite unoccupied. I should be doing my assignment actually. It's getting late though. I should learn to sleep early. Decided to do an 'About Me' questionnaire...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A- AVAILABLE: Perhaps.&lt;br /&gt;B- BIRTHDAY: April 27th.&lt;br /&gt;C- CRUSHING ON: Easties.&lt;br /&gt;D - DRINK YOU LAST HAD: Solo, ew.&lt;br /&gt;E - EASIEST PERSON TO TALK TO: Eugene.&lt;br /&gt;F - FAVORITE SONG/s AT THE MOMENT: Soldier - Ingrid Michaelson / The XX album.&lt;br /&gt;G- GUMMY BEARS OR GUMMY WORMS: Bears? I don't like lollies.&lt;br /&gt;H - HOMETOWN: NorthWest.&lt;br /&gt;I - IN LOVE WITH: Artistry.&lt;br /&gt;J - JUGGLE: Life.&lt;br /&gt;K - KILLED SOMEONE: No.&lt;br /&gt;L - LONGEST CAR RIDE: In the Philippines.&lt;br /&gt;M- MILKSHAKE FLAVOR: Caramel or Strawberry.&lt;br /&gt;N - NUMBER OF SIBLINGS: 1.&lt;br /&gt;O - ONE WISH: To make everything right.&lt;br /&gt;P - PERSON YOU CALLED LAST: ...&lt;br /&gt;R- REASON TO SMILE: Family &amp;amp; Friends.&lt;br /&gt;S - SONG YOU LAST HEARD: Ingrid Michaelson.&lt;br /&gt;T - TIME YOU WOKE UP: 6.45am.&lt;br /&gt;U - UNDERWEAR COLOR: Purple.&lt;br /&gt;V - VEGETABLE(S): Almost everything!&lt;br /&gt;W - WORST HABIT: Procrastination&lt;br /&gt;X - X-RAYS YOU’VE HAD MOST RECENTLY: None.&lt;br /&gt;Y - YOYOS ARE: I bought one in primary 'cause the yoyo dudes came and showcased. It was amesome! I miss the days when kids were so into getting down &amp;amp; dirty (like marbles and pokemon and beyblades), not like now, where they're so high-tech.&lt;br /&gt;Z - ZODIAC SIGN: Taurus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that was boring... Here, have a dose of Ingrid :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QHWQ9-OJH5E?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QHWQ9-OJH5E?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="385" width="640"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2847582590356227572-6099661336861814551?l=rheaarafs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/feeds/6099661336861814551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/2010/10/quite-unoccupied.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2847582590356227572/posts/default/6099661336861814551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2847582590356227572/posts/default/6099661336861814551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/2010/10/quite-unoccupied.html' title=''/><author><name>rheezzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06605197413060303576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7ghwo3JgbWo/TpghJufJDrI/AAAAAAAAASo/1Is2MjuuUoM/s220/Photo%2B6318.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i52.tinypic.com/17wyl4_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2847582590356227572.post-5480531932267110789</id><published>2010-10-14T10:33:00.005+11:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T11:07:02.395+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Here's to the kids who try their hardest to be good enough for everyone;  who spend hours reading random quotes to find the right one; who listen  to the same song dozens of times because the lyrics mean a lot; who  deserve so much more than they get and are willing to fight for it and  whose wish upon a shooting star was wasted on someone that will never  care.                          &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i52.tinypic.com/2qimiwp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 800px; height: 533px;" src="http://i52.tinypic.com/2qimiwp.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i51.tinypic.com/23v1fk9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 800px; height: 533px;" src="http://i51.tinypic.com/23v1fk9.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://i55.tinypic.com/1zupah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 800px; height: 533px;" src="http://i55.tinypic.com/1zupah.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i55.tinypic.com/674hzl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 800px; height: 533px;" src="http://i55.tinypic.com/674hzl.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i54.tinypic.com/11u9200.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 800px; height: 533px;" src="http://i54.tinypic.com/11u9200.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i56.tinypic.com/2dir4eg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 800px; height: 533px;" src="http://i56.tinypic.com/2dir4eg.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i51.tinypic.com/eqtsh2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 800px; height: 533px;" src="http://i51.tinypic.com/eqtsh2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't been here for a while... Feel quite nostalgic. It's a good thing though.&lt;br /&gt;Here's a couple of fish eye shots from the past month. It's extremely grainy, but I don't mind. Leading onto summer...&lt;br /&gt;** IMG1: With Eugene, at the city. IMG2&amp;amp;3: Fashion's Night Out, IMG4&amp;amp;5: With Kathy &amp;amp; Lauren @The Fiddler, IMG6&amp;amp;7: With Eugene, at Kingswood.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2847582590356227572-5480531932267110789?l=rheaarafs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/feeds/5480531932267110789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/2010/10/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2847582590356227572/posts/default/5480531932267110789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2847582590356227572/posts/default/5480531932267110789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/2010/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>rheezzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06605197413060303576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7ghwo3JgbWo/TpghJufJDrI/AAAAAAAAASo/1Is2MjuuUoM/s220/Photo%2B6318.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i52.tinypic.com/2qimiwp_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2847582590356227572.post-3889622568400494453</id><published>2010-04-04T03:08:00.008+10:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T17:39:54.737+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia,serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Think back, Think back to your life, One, Two, Three years ago...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;And stop. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;And count.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;How many things have stayed the same?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;How many things have changed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Whether it being your hair color, Your lifestyle, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Your school choice, Your love life, Your family, Your favorite color,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Your favorite tv show, Your car, Your last name, Your friends, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;ANYTHING &amp;amp; EVERYTHING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Gather all your thoughts together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;And stop. A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;nd count.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;How many of those times, memories, items, anything that has changed,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Or stayed the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Do you want back?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;If there is at least one, that you want back, I feel for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Whether it be the smallest, or biggest thing in your life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;I feel for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;And I'm sure there is one person out there, t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;hat feels for you too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;We all want that something back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;We all want that something back because at one time, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;It was something we never thought we could lose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;And alot of us never get that one thing back that we want...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;But we long to call it something that has "stayed the same".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2847582590356227572-3889622568400494453?l=rheaarafs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/feeds/3889622568400494453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/2010/04/cause-baby-when-youre-with-me-its-like.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2847582590356227572/posts/default/3889622568400494453'/><link rel='self' 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class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I hate when a guy wants you, he'll do whatever to get you. Then, when he gets you .. he stops doing the things he used to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2847582590356227572-3989637471515125800?l=rheaarafs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/feeds/3989637471515125800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-hate-when-guy-wants-you-hell-do.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2847582590356227572/posts/default/3989637471515125800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2847582590356227572/posts/default/3989637471515125800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-hate-when-guy-wants-you-hell-do.html' title=''/><author><name>rheezzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06605197413060303576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7ghwo3JgbWo/TpghJufJDrI/AAAAAAAAASo/1Is2MjuuUoM/s220/Photo%2B6318.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2847582590356227572.post-2730009430008209339</id><published>2010-02-11T21:25:00.009+11:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T10:20:16.269+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: left;font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 28px;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;“I’m a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;slut&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; because I’ll wear shorts and a tank top. I’m a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;bitch&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; because I don’t let you push me around. I’m a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;liar&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; because I won’t tell you everything. I’m &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;stupid&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; because sometimes I’m wrong. I’m &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;ugly&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; because my face isn’t perfect. I’m a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;whore&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; because I like boys. I’m &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;annoying&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; because I’m not chill enough. I’m a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;loser&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; because I’m not friends with your group. I’m &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;fake&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; because most of the time I’m happy. I’m &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;weird&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; because I’m not like you. I’m &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;controlling&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; because I get mad. Sometimes I’m &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;clingy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; because I like being around people. I’m &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;greedy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; because I like to be satisfied. I’m &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;naive&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; because I’m younger than you. I’m &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;conceited&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; because I’m proud of who I am. I’m &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;rude&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; because my manners aren’t perfect. I’m &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;unappreciative&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; because I don’t praise you. Don’t tell me who I am because I already know.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2847582590356227572-2730009430008209339?l=rheaarafs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/feeds/2730009430008209339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/2010/02/im-slut-because-ill-wear-shorts-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2847582590356227572/posts/default/2730009430008209339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2847582590356227572/posts/default/2730009430008209339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/2010/02/im-slut-because-ill-wear-shorts-and.html' title=''/><author><name>rheezzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06605197413060303576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7ghwo3JgbWo/TpghJufJDrI/AAAAAAAAASo/1Is2MjuuUoM/s220/Photo%2B6318.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2847582590356227572.post-2251460577388600500</id><published>2010-02-08T23:17:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T10:01:53.705+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;"Love is the most dangerous craving of all, if you ask me. It turns us into people we aren’t, it makes us feel like hell, and makes us walk on water. It ruins us for anything else."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; line-height: 16px;font-size:x-small;" &gt;~Jodi Picoult, Vanishing Acts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2847582590356227572-2251460577388600500?l=rheaarafs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/feeds/2251460577388600500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/2010/02/love-is-most-dangerous-craving-of-all.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2847582590356227572/posts/default/2251460577388600500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2847582590356227572/posts/default/2251460577388600500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/2010/02/love-is-most-dangerous-craving-of-all.html' title=''/><author><name>rheezzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06605197413060303576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7ghwo3JgbWo/TpghJufJDrI/AAAAAAAAASo/1Is2MjuuUoM/s220/Photo%2B6318.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2847582590356227572.post-6604497257754863721</id><published>2010-02-07T11:37:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T11:11:46.609+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vN7HQrgakZU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vN7HQrgakZU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; Amazing, nothing short of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2847582590356227572-6604497257754863721?l=rheaarafs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/feeds/6604497257754863721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/2010/02/amazing-nothing-short-of.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2847582590356227572/posts/default/6604497257754863721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2847582590356227572/posts/default/6604497257754863721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/2010/02/amazing-nothing-short-of.html' title=''/><author><name>rheezzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06605197413060303576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7ghwo3JgbWo/TpghJufJDrI/AAAAAAAAASo/1Is2MjuuUoM/s220/Photo%2B6318.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2847582590356227572.post-1482685765873107743</id><published>2010-02-07T08:31:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T09:13:25.076+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;If you don't think I'm worth the truth, then you're not worth lying for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;~ YoursTruly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2847582590356227572-1482685765873107743?l=rheaarafs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/feeds/1482685765873107743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/2010/02/you-can-lie-all-you-want-we-both-know.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2847582590356227572/posts/default/1482685765873107743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2847582590356227572/posts/default/1482685765873107743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/2010/02/you-can-lie-all-you-want-we-both-know.html' title=''/><author><name>rheezzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06605197413060303576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7ghwo3JgbWo/TpghJufJDrI/AAAAAAAAASo/1Is2MjuuUoM/s220/Photo%2B6318.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2847582590356227572.post-6997899563107844504</id><published>2010-02-06T14:49:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T14:53:52.515+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "&gt;“Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life...You give them a piece of you. They didn't ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn't your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like 'maybe we should be just friends' turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It's a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;~Neil Gaiman.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2847582590356227572-6997899563107844504?l=rheaarafs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/feeds/6997899563107844504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/2010/02/have-you-ever-been-in-love-horrible.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2847582590356227572/posts/default/6997899563107844504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2847582590356227572/posts/default/6997899563107844504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/2010/02/have-you-ever-been-in-love-horrible.html' title=''/><author><name>rheezzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06605197413060303576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7ghwo3JgbWo/TpghJufJDrI/AAAAAAAAASo/1Is2MjuuUoM/s220/Photo%2B6318.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2847582590356227572.post-6994031241717819132</id><published>2010-02-06T10:36:00.005+11:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T17:31:31.697+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;You're just like the rest. You played the game. She was your goal, took your shot, missed, I was the rebound... Then you found another opportunity, and just left me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;You made me believe you were different.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I lost a friend because of you, he hates me to death. This wasn't worth losing him. You weren't worth it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;All I can do is blame myself, for believing you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2847582590356227572-6994031241717819132?l=rheaarafs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/feeds/6994031241717819132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/2010/02/youre-just-like-rest.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2847582590356227572/posts/default/6994031241717819132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2847582590356227572/posts/default/6994031241717819132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/2010/02/youre-just-like-rest.html' title=''/><author><name>rheezzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06605197413060303576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7ghwo3JgbWo/TpghJufJDrI/AAAAAAAAASo/1Is2MjuuUoM/s220/Photo%2B6318.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2847582590356227572.post-6802839058411956023</id><published>2010-01-30T10:08:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T11:15:16.942+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Taurus horoscope extract: &lt;i&gt;"... &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Keep in mind that not everyone is your friend, and that sharing your intimate feelings with the wrong person may well come back to hurt you later. "&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Exactly relates to me right now. Freaky as.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2847582590356227572-6802839058411956023?l=rheaarafs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/feeds/6802839058411956023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/2010/01/taurus-horoscope-extract.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2847582590356227572/posts/default/6802839058411956023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2847582590356227572/posts/default/6802839058411956023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/2010/01/taurus-horoscope-extract.html' title=''/><author><name>rheezzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06605197413060303576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7ghwo3JgbWo/TpghJufJDrI/AAAAAAAAASo/1Is2MjuuUoM/s220/Photo%2B6318.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2847582590356227572.post-2103981968929868520</id><published>2010-01-29T20:50:00.007+11:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T11:14:11.982+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What do you really get out of a break up? How did it end in the first place? What were the reasons behind the break up? Was it your fault? Or the other persons? Was it neither? Mutual perhaps? In the end, both still get hurt... But one hurts more than the other. He may say he’s hurting more, and she might differ saying it’s the worst thing that’s ever happened in her life. In the end, no one really knows what the truth is except for the two in the ‘Once upon a time’ relationship.&lt;br /&gt;They say time heals everything... But if it does, how come time didn’t heal their broken up relationship? Could time be the reason behind the fact that the two lovers ended their relationship? Was there too less, or maybe too much time on their hands that it just eventually faded into nothing short of ‘not in love’? Perhaps time is the major factor ruining relationships these days?&lt;br /&gt;I, myself, coming out of a two-year relationship only to be bombarded with the “I’m so sorry to hear...” and “What happened” words of so-called sympathy from the people around me, believe that you can only move on if you let yourself move on. If you keep dwelling on the worst and keep wondering what happened and what went wrong, you’ll never be able to move forward and get along with life. Perhaps I’m being too easy on the break up, but honestly, you can't down yourself for something that just wasn't meant to be. And even if it was meant to be, maybe later on it could come back to you somehow, just not now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2847582590356227572-2103981968929868520?l=rheaarafs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/feeds/2103981968929868520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/2010/01/short-extract-story-of-my-life.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2847582590356227572/posts/default/2103981968929868520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2847582590356227572/posts/default/2103981968929868520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rheaarafs.blogspot.com/2010/01/short-extract-story-of-my-life.html' title=''/><author><name>rheezzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06605197413060303576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7ghwo3JgbWo/TpghJufJDrI/AAAAAAAAASo/1Is2MjuuUoM/s220/Photo%2B6318.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
