<?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-9750379</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:20:11.832-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm just a girl</title><subtitle type='html'>A simple girl who enjoys life and wants to share her daily escapades.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildorchids.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9750379/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildorchids.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Creme Brulle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17133762738618018370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9750379.post-110507159781984473</id><published>2005-01-07T12:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-06T20:19:57.820-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Test</title><content type='html'>I don't know whats wrong with my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELP!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9750379-110507159781984473?l=wildorchids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildorchids.blogspot.com/feeds/110507159781984473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9750379&amp;postID=110507159781984473' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9750379/posts/default/110507159781984473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9750379/posts/default/110507159781984473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildorchids.blogspot.com/2005/01/test.html' title='Test'/><author><name>Creme Brulle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17133762738618018370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9750379.post-110498379134588194</id><published>2005-01-05T19:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-05T19:56:31.346-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Resolution</title><content type='html'>My new years resolution :-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To update you more often Mr Blog. I'm sorry I've been very bad in that deparment, but i'll try my very best to do so at least once in 2 days, I promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To go on at least 1 date a week. (Is that little?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To drink less. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To maintain the amount of cigarettes.(I don't plan to stop)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To look for a new job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To help more people. (This doesn't sound me, but it sounds good on my resolution paper, I want it to look pretty)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9750379-110498379134588194?l=wildorchids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildorchids.blogspot.com/feeds/110498379134588194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9750379&amp;postID=110498379134588194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9750379/posts/default/110498379134588194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9750379/posts/default/110498379134588194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildorchids.blogspot.com/2005/01/resolution.html' title='Resolution'/><author><name>Creme Brulle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17133762738618018370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9750379.post-110437899922285268</id><published>2004-12-29T19:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-29T19:56:39.223-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quiet New Year</title><content type='html'>The goverment has called off all celebration welcoming the new year. This is to respect the many lifes our region has lost due to the tsunami. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is even worst than the Y2K. At least we partied welcoming the new millenium, despite all the ramblings about Y2K.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided to lay quiet this new year too. Out of respect. At least I have a reason when friends asks what am I doing for new years. The truth is, I have no fucking plans. he he ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good new year. Party hard !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9750379-110437899922285268?l=wildorchids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildorchids.blogspot.com/feeds/110437899922285268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9750379&amp;postID=110437899922285268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9750379/posts/default/110437899922285268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9750379/posts/default/110437899922285268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildorchids.blogspot.com/2004/12/quiet-new-year.html' title='Quiet New Year'/><author><name>Creme Brulle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17133762738618018370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9750379.post-110421510577732615</id><published>2004-12-27T22:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-27T23:16:28.283-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To wed or not to wed</title><content type='html'>It has been awhile since I sat down with OO. I managed to steal him away from work just now, we agreed to meet up for lunch. OO was telling me about his plans to wed next year, but he has not told his mom yet about his current girlfriend and he also said that he has not "putuskan" his engagement to his fiance officially. Meaning, they are still keeping stuffs from the 'hantaran'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Months ago, OO was telling me about his fiance. They got engaged without informing friends. We only found out a few weeks after they had the ceremony. OO then finally told me that he is engaged because his mom wants him to get engaged and he sort of, don't really favour his fiance. The first thing that came to my mind was, why did it? Should have talked about it before right? Well, maybe its easier said than done, but I'm sure the consequences won't be as big as this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So right now, OO is madly in love with his long lost friend. They were studying together when they were abroad, lost touch, and met again in hustling bustling Kuala Lumpur. This time around cupid had play its part. They fell in love and now already planning for their big day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just now during lunch, OO was telling me about his situation. He has not told him mom about his current girlfriend, and he has not let his fiance go officially. He was seeking my advise. Being a single 27 yr old, all I could say was to tell his mom the truth and let the girl know too. Of course, what else to be done, I don't know any other subtle way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OO has found his soulmate. He used to complain about his fiance not being his soulmate. His fiance doesn't share his interests and she doesn't interact well with his friends, including myself. I look at it as reasons. If you like someone, you'll have 1001 reasons to say why you like that someone, and vice versa. No matter how we tried to save his relationship with his fiance, he was still very much stern on his views of her. So we gave up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where I am getting here. But if his current girlfriend didn't show up, do you think OO will end up marrying his fiance? I asked this question a lot, to my friends of course. And some say that he will marry her but their marriage won't last long. I sort of agree with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some things are never meant to be. No matter how you try to finalize or officialize the knot, if its not meant to be, its just not. I'm happy that OO has met the girl of his dreams, they are aware of each others existence but only now they really got to know each other. It has only been one month, and they are already talking about marriage. So, some things I guess, are just meant to be. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9750379-110421510577732615?l=wildorchids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildorchids.blogspot.com/feeds/110421510577732615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9750379&amp;postID=110421510577732615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9750379/posts/default/110421510577732615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9750379/posts/default/110421510577732615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildorchids.blogspot.com/2004/12/to-wed-or-not-to-wed.html' title='To wed or not to wed'/><author><name>Creme Brulle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17133762738618018370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9750379.post-110413348307735852</id><published>2004-12-26T23:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-26T23:44:43.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I met the most beautiful girl</title><content type='html'>No! No! I’m not a lesbian. There’s nothing in wrong in a girl complementing another girl right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was out having coffee with a bunch of friends. My friend TZ said that her friends from her university where she was studying is coming to join us. I’ve heard of these friends of hers but never met. Finally IJ came with a few others. And I just couldn’t stop looking at her cause she is definitely the most beautiful girl I’ve seen in my entire life. And I’m not joking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is flawless. Has a very sweet smile, nice set of teeth, nice hair and a very nice body too. I wonder whether there’s anything wrong with her. God made us all not perfect, so I’m sure there’s a flaw somewhere. It turned out that she’s stuck up, so I guess that’s her flaw. I hope not the only one. Ok, I know I’m bad but I can’t help it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These friends of mine are 3 years younger. They were talking about clubbing most of the time and it felt really weird being around them. I do go out clubbing once in awhile but it is no longer permanently in my weekend agenda. It’s a once in awhile thing now. I’ll go when there’s an occasion. In a way, I do know bits and pieces of the night scene here in KL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it is still weird. I was one of them. When I was their age, I was active. I was out every weekend. I was out every Wednesday, Friday and Saturday in fact. But I guess my time has passed and now its time to chill and the pub and drink like a 27 year old. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it’s nice sometimes hanging around them. I get to be 23 again. I get to be silly like then. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel I’m lucky to have friends from a different age gap. When I’m with these younger people, it makes me feel younger and I’m suddenly filled with positive energy. Life for them is simple, no worries, I have a long way to go kinda thing. But my friends from my age gap however release a lot of negative energy. I think. They talk about getting married all the time and sometimes it bore me. I do want to get married but when the time comes, it comes. Right now, God is giving us the chance to stay single and be happy and jolly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About this pretty girl, IJ, she just got engaged to her sweetheart. I saw her pictures from her engagement. And she doesn’t need that much effort in front of the camera. A friend of mine then said, we need to practice on how to smile before we take pictures. And thank god for digital camera if we don’t like the pictures, we can always delete it. But it’s different with her. Her candid shots looked like it was taken while she was posing. It’s so unfair sometimes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I’m happy with the way I look, sometimes. I think I’m quite attractive but sometimes I do have my bad hair days and bad face day, well, I think its all the time. But God made us all unique, so I’m sure there’s something in me that she doesn’t have and vice versa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do envy her. I envy her lots. But I’m happy being me and I’m happy that I look like me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9750379-110413348307735852?l=wildorchids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildorchids.blogspot.com/feeds/110413348307735852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9750379&amp;postID=110413348307735852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9750379/posts/default/110413348307735852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9750379/posts/default/110413348307735852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildorchids.blogspot.com/2004/12/i-met-most-beautiful-girl.html' title='I met the most beautiful girl'/><author><name>Creme Brulle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17133762738618018370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9750379.post-110378845358687478</id><published>2004-12-22T23:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-22T23:54:13.586-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.haloscan.com/" title="HaloScan Commenting and Trackback"&gt;Haloscan&lt;/a&gt; commenting and trackback have been added to this blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9750379-110378845358687478?l=wildorchids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildorchids.blogspot.com/feeds/110378845358687478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9750379&amp;postID=110378845358687478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9750379/posts/default/110378845358687478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9750379/posts/default/110378845358687478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildorchids.blogspot.com/2004/12/haloscan-commenting-and-trackback-have_22.html' title=''/><author><name>Creme Brulle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17133762738618018370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9750379.post-110378818881334591</id><published>2004-12-22T23:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-22T23:49:48.813-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me ... Me ... Me </title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm a lonely girl. I don't have a boyfriend. I don't have that many friends. And I'm just pathetic. I don't have plans for the upcoming new year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once, when I had a boyfriend, I spent New Year with him at a restaurant in Bangsar. Well, it wasn't really, waiting for countdown bla bla. It was just dinner, at 8 pm, dinner time, we ate our not so romantic dinner, we then hurried home course he wanted to meet his friends for a party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was invited. But I was very insecure with myself, at that time. I was slightly over weight. I thought I didn't look good. But my boyfriend thought I look good, I guess that should matter the most. But I wanted others to think that I look good. I had nothing special to wear, so I decided to forgo the party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like that. When I had nothing to wear, I'd stay at home. I didn't care what my boyfriend thought, I'd stay home. I didn't want to be seen in public wearing the same big outfit covering my body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have lost lots of weight ever since. I still think I'm slightly overweight, but I'm more confident with myself. I now wear halter tops, tubes, spaghetti straps. I don't care if my arms are huge, or my stomach is bulging. But of course I wear whats suitable for my body shape. I have had lots of compliments and I'm quite happy with myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My then boyfriend, has left me, for another girl, ages ago. I've been single ever since. Of course I have plans in looking for a replacement, but I can't just find someone that suits my liking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend said that I already have a benchmark. That's why its difficult for me to open up to new people. I think it's true. I'm not in a hurry in finding my life partner. I know he is out there somewhere. Probably he needs more time. Probably he is already in front of me, but I'm the one in need of time ... I don't know. We'll see ....&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/9750379-110378818881334591?l=wildorchids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildorchids.blogspot.com/feeds/110378818881334591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9750379&amp;postID=110378818881334591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9750379/posts/default/110378818881334591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9750379/posts/default/110378818881334591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildorchids.blogspot.com/2004/12/me-me-me.html' title='Me ... Me ... Me '/><author><name>Creme Brulle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17133762738618018370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9750379.post-110378707794098671</id><published>2004-12-22T23:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-22T23:31:17.940-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's start anew</title><content type='html'>I've decided to start the new year by blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will be my online journal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy reading :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9750379-110378707794098671?l=wildorchids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildorchids.blogspot.com/feeds/110378707794098671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9750379&amp;postID=110378707794098671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9750379/posts/default/110378707794098671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9750379/posts/default/110378707794098671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildorchids.blogspot.com/2004/12/lets-start-anew.html' title='Let&apos;s start anew'/><author><name>Creme Brulle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17133762738618018370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
