<?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-20357537</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:36:35.619-04:00</updated><category term='Love'/><title type='text'>Luxurious Confessions</title><subtitle type='html'>My life is filled with daily bizarre adventures. Whether they're about, fashion, love, life or something else they're always very entertaining and mostly umpredictable. But that's what makes it all so exciting.



Disclaimer: All the real names of places,people and events have been altered or abbreviated to protect the innocent. Namely, me.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxandlove.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20357537/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxandlove.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20357537/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>LUX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550847212149640254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/131/9111/320/getpic.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>131</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20357537.post-8194578740545403275</id><published>2007-02-15T01:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T16:26:28.069-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bMNHJLJMDY8/RdP_5YVN1nI/AAAAAAAAAAk/TT9xWUth-4I/s1600-h/the-end-bb.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031646569952040562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bMNHJLJMDY8/RdP_5YVN1nI/AAAAAAAAAAk/TT9xWUth-4I/s320/the-end-bb.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Every good thing has an end. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It is therefore the end of this blog. Thank you, to those who have been reading my daily adventures while I was looking for love in a world full of guys who want anything but commitment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;For the ''eager to know what happened'' readers, I shall say that I am finally extremelly happy with how my life turned out. And that all good things come to those who wait, even if sometimes it might take longer than we initially thought.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Don't lose hope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;L.&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/20357537-8194578740545403275?l=luxandlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxandlove.blogspot.com/feeds/8194578740545403275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20357537&amp;postID=8194578740545403275&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20357537/posts/default/8194578740545403275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20357537/posts/default/8194578740545403275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxandlove.blogspot.com/2007/02/every-good-thing-has-end.html' title=''/><author><name>LUX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550847212149640254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/131/9111/320/getpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bMNHJLJMDY8/RdP_5YVN1nI/AAAAAAAAAAk/TT9xWUth-4I/s72-c/the-end-bb.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20357537.post-6875283270548300337</id><published>2007-01-16T00:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T16:26:28.187-05:00</updated><title type='text'>...And Then There Was 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bMNHJLJMDY8/RaxhVYUdaVI/AAAAAAAAAAY/sWLvJbDOQ6k/s1600-h/goodbad.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020494704544672082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bMNHJLJMDY8/RaxhVYUdaVI/AAAAAAAAAAY/sWLvJbDOQ6k/s320/goodbad.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So I watched the Golden Globes tonight while having a nice drink and I got to thinking how I do have a slipt personality. A good girl vs bad girl fight in my head.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't know which one's winning but I always seem to be trying to hold down one or the other from overpowering...the other.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maybe I'm not the only one feeling this way nevertheless I still feel weird.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I try to keep it all balanced in my head and my daily life. But overall, I don't know what to do.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If I'm being bad, I wanna be good. And if I'm being good, I wanna be bad.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is it me or am I going crazy?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20357537-6875283270548300337?l=luxandlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxandlove.blogspot.com/feeds/6875283270548300337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20357537&amp;postID=6875283270548300337&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20357537/posts/default/6875283270548300337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20357537/posts/default/6875283270548300337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxandlove.blogspot.com/2007/01/and-then-there-was-2.html' title='...And Then There Was 2'/><author><name>LUX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550847212149640254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/131/9111/320/getpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bMNHJLJMDY8/RaxhVYUdaVI/AAAAAAAAAAY/sWLvJbDOQ6k/s72-c/goodbad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20357537.post-976925598581952142</id><published>2007-01-12T00:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T16:55:30.264-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Marriage Anyone???</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As you probably know by now, anything that happens to me, happens on a big scale or doesn't happen at all.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now, brace yourselves because yesterday I got not 1, but 2 marriage proposals. And both guys were extremelly serious. It doesn't help that they both happen to be exes of mine who fought over me exactly 10 years ago. Now in my head I'm thinking, if I say yes to one, the other will hate me forever. But I soooo want to. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What a girl to do??!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20357537-976925598581952142?l=luxandlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxandlove.blogspot.com/feeds/976925598581952142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20357537&amp;postID=976925598581952142&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20357537/posts/default/976925598581952142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20357537/posts/default/976925598581952142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxandlove.blogspot.com/2007/01/marriage-anyone.html' title='Marriage Anyone???'/><author><name>LUX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550847212149640254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/131/9111/320/getpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20357537.post-240796994261777462</id><published>2007-01-12T00:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T00:19:26.688-05:00</updated><title type='text'>1 Year Old</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wow I just noticed that I've been posting for a year now. Happy 1 yr anniversary to this blog...I guess.&lt;br /&gt;I have really enjoyed writing about my life and everything that goes on with it. I've also enjoyed the positive feedback I have been getting from people, especially those who figured out who I am. Kuddos to you!&lt;br /&gt;No matter how crazy things may have gotten this last year, I have a strong feeling there is much more to come. Now I don't want to spoil the surprise but there are many other things on the way.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stay tuned...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20357537-240796994261777462?l=luxandlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxandlove.blogspot.com/feeds/240796994261777462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20357537&amp;postID=240796994261777462&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20357537/posts/default/240796994261777462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20357537/posts/default/240796994261777462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxandlove.blogspot.com/2007/01/1-year-old.html' title='1 Year Old'/><author><name>LUX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550847212149640254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/131/9111/320/getpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20357537.post-1688176895007393298</id><published>2006-12-30T03:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T00:22:10.543-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Not interested</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am sick and tired of having idiots constantly hitting on me. It's like they all want to take advantage of me. They all want to try their luck and it just pisses me off more and more.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Can't a girl just go out and have fun without getting some random guy hit on her??? It seems like these days, that's the hardest thing to achieve.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And I just want to scream at the top of my lungs that I AM NOT INTERESTED, in none of them.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't wanna hear about their money, their cars, their jobs...just leave me alone. Because that simply doesn't impress me. And the more they talk about that, the more repelled I am. So guys, do yourselves a favor and just DON'T TALK TO ME. Plain and simple.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can't take having yet another loser who's dumb enough to think I'll be impressed by him showing off to me. It's just WRONG, WRONG WRONG.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But to be honest, I blame the girls for this. If it weren't for those golddiggers, I wouldn't be in such a mess. They're the ones who made it look like all girls are after money...and the rest of us get to pay the price.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now in order to impress us, guys think that they just have to show us what they got. But guess what, material things, although very alluring, don't do it for me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Show me that there's something to back it up, that you're smart and caring and funny and then I'll be interested. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But until then...don't even bother.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&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/20357537-1688176895007393298?l=luxandlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxandlove.blogspot.com/feeds/1688176895007393298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20357537&amp;postID=1688176895007393298&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20357537/posts/default/1688176895007393298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20357537/posts/default/1688176895007393298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxandlove.blogspot.com/2006/12/not-interested.html' title='Not interested'/><author><name>LUX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550847212149640254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/131/9111/320/getpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20357537.post-6045909436747536604</id><published>2006-12-19T08:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-30T03:38:09.399-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Trip...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Very briefly, I will tell you that on my second day on the trip. I figured out what kind of guy K is and ended things by sending him a text message.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thank God, one of my best friends,really took care of me, taking me out... But I quickly got over it. Especially when I went to my hometown to have coffee with friends and ended up staying there until 1am.&lt;br /&gt;So here's what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, my sister and N ''tough cookie'' were at this coffee place called T-Beach. We had a really nice table since we could see who was coming in. At one point I see this guy coming out of the washroom and I recognise him from the summer when a friend of mine introduced us but we never got the chance to really talk. As he's walking back, he's really staring at me, in a ''I know you'' way. A bit later, I go out to the car to get my jacket since it was getting cold, and on my way back I see him staring at me. I tell the girls about it and we come up with the idea to msg my friend and ask him about the guy's number since it's one of his good friends. I do so of course but instead give him my number to give to S (the guy). About 20 mns later, I get a call from him. We talk a bit and he tells me that when he saw me walking back with my jacket he had said hi but I didn't answer!!! I obviously didn't hear him.&lt;br /&gt;We hang up the phone deciding that we'll hook up before I leave.&lt;br /&gt;A bit later I get a msg from him saying that I looked really pretty in my black outfit :). &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That's when I knew it was ON!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20357537-6045909436747536604?l=luxandlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxandlove.blogspot.com/feeds/6045909436747536604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20357537&amp;postID=6045909436747536604&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20357537/posts/default/6045909436747536604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20357537/posts/default/6045909436747536604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxandlove.blogspot.com/2006/12/trip.html' title='The Trip...'/><author><name>LUX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550847212149640254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/131/9111/320/getpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20357537.post-5379833388778877411</id><published>2006-12-11T14:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T16:26:28.325-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Backkkk again</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bMNHJLJMDY8/RX2uVYa-a5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Aj9RLweSe1k/s1600-h/M-W-06+101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5007350043061939090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bMNHJLJMDY8/RX2uVYa-a5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Aj9RLweSe1k/s320/M-W-06+101.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I came back last night. The trip was a disaster when it comes to K. But at least I moved on to better things ie better people :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Will tell you all about it very soon&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/20357537-5379833388778877411?l=luxandlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxandlove.blogspot.com/feeds/5379833388778877411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20357537&amp;postID=5379833388778877411&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20357537/posts/default/5379833388778877411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20357537/posts/default/5379833388778877411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxandlove.blogspot.com/2006/12/backkkk-again.html' title='Backkkk again'/><author><name>LUX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550847212149640254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/131/9111/320/getpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bMNHJLJMDY8/RX2uVYa-a5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Aj9RLweSe1k/s72-c/M-W-06+101.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20357537.post-4954852638216491326</id><published>2006-11-22T22:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T22:33:57.439-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Backkkkk</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WOW, I can't believe I haven't posted in a month. I've been so busy with work and travel that I didn't get the chance to. So sorry...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Am leaving again in a couple of days, but this time it's  2 weeks back home, ought to do me some good. Especially when there's K involved.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yes, the story is still going and no there was no wedding (thank God).&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Will try to keep you posted.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;L.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20357537-4954852638216491326?l=luxandlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxandlove.blogspot.com/feeds/4954852638216491326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20357537&amp;postID=4954852638216491326&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20357537/posts/default/4954852638216491326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20357537/posts/default/4954852638216491326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxandlove.blogspot.com/2006/11/backkkkk.html' title='Backkkkk'/><author><name>LUX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550847212149640254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/131/9111/320/getpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20357537.post-3800428352339874849</id><published>2006-10-22T19:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T19:52:40.631-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It Must Be Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Call me crazy, but I chose to believe K. Something in his voice yesterday and today sounds sooo honest. Unless he's a future academy award winning actor, I truly think he's not lying to me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yesterday he called sounding awful but said that he just misses me a lot and needs me by his side. Today he called, just to say that he misses me and even said I love you. Just like that out of nowhere. Which is so not him.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I feel it in my heart I found the one, I just hope that everything works out. But only if we're truly meant to be together...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What can I say? I love him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20357537-3800428352339874849?l=luxandlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxandlove.blogspot.com/feeds/3800428352339874849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20357537&amp;postID=3800428352339874849&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20357537/posts/default/3800428352339874849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20357537/posts/default/3800428352339874849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxandlove.blogspot.com/2006/10/it-must-be-love.html' title='It Must Be Love'/><author><name>LUX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550847212149640254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/131/9111/320/getpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20357537.post-7190723701734982432</id><published>2006-10-20T01:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T02:12:17.781-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Will They or Won't They? The Bets Are In</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This evening, I got a call from K. We talk, I ask him whY he was so pissed off in the morning, he tells me that he had heard some bad news. I ask what it is, he tells me that his ex will be going to visit him on saturday, all the way from Belgium. That in fact, it's his mother who arranged everything with her without him knowing anything; since she loves her so much and she'll be staying at her place for a few days. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fuming on the inside but keeping totally cool, calm and collected on the outside, I ask how come, why and what will happen when she'll be there. He promises on his life that there is nothing happening that she'll be coming trying to patch things up with him and salvage what is left of the situation but that there is no chance in hell anything will happen.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Later at night, we talk for hours and he tells me that I have absolutely nothing to worry about, that I should just forget she exists because they are totally over and done. He says that the only person for him is me and nothing will change that. That she'll get there try her luck and then pack up and leave when she realizes that it won't happen.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;HOWEVER&lt;/span&gt;, I find it a bit too much of a coincidence that :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-She emailed me 2 weeks ago that she'll be going there and they're getting married the 24th and after denying it then, it turns out that today he tells me that she is indeed going.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-That my sister's bf who's also his close friend, told her that he's going to a friend's wedding on the 28th.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-That he's been redoing the house and repainting everything.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-That he bought a couple of outfits that he said are for this religious holiday that's next week BUT that could also be worn for a wedding.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What do you guys think? 'Cuz honestly, I HAVE NO FREAKING IDEA....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20357537-7190723701734982432?l=luxandlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxandlove.blogspot.com/feeds/7190723701734982432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20357537&amp;postID=7190723701734982432&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20357537/posts/default/7190723701734982432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20357537/posts/default/7190723701734982432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxandlove.blogspot.com/2006/10/will-they-or-wont-they-bets-are-in.html' title='Will They or Won&apos;t They? The Bets Are In'/><author><name>LUX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550847212149640254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/131/9111/320/getpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20357537.post-116115102047976665</id><published>2006-10-18T01:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T02:18:21.975-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Could We Be Back On???</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last week was pretty rough for me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday afternoon I started getting calls from a blocked number but I didn't pick up. Saturday night, as I was getting ready to go out with some friends, K calls. I don't pick up. Next day he calls 3 times, I don't pick up. Monday from 7:30 am &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'till about 9:30am I was getting non stop calls from a blocked number, I kept rejecting them. But then I thought it might be work related so in my half asleep state ( had gone out the night before) I pick up. And lo' and behold, it's K...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I talk to him briefly and manage to hang up, an hour later, he calls again and talks about how much he missed me. He then swears that contrary to what the ex said, he is not marrying her next week then hands the phone to his mother (she was visiting), she tells me that I shouldn't believe what people say. When he got back on the line, he said that it's up to me to decide what's going to happen with us...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Later in the evening, he called at least 6 times and I didn't pick up until the 7th time, we talked, argued, talked again and hung up the phone with him saying that he must love me if he kept calling so much even if I was hanging up on him.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Go figure!&lt;/strong&gt;&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/20357537-116115102047976665?l=luxandlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxandlove.blogspot.com/feeds/116115102047976665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20357537&amp;postID=116115102047976665&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20357537/posts/default/116115102047976665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20357537/posts/default/116115102047976665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxandlove.blogspot.com/2006/10/could-we-be-back-on.html' title='Could We Be Back On???'/><author><name>LUX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550847212149640254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/131/9111/320/getpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20357537.post-116062314727693199</id><published>2006-10-11T23:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T01:55:23.184-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I'm sorry guys for not posting much these days. I'm just way too depressed and don't feel like doing much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Hopefully things will go back to normal sooner rather than later... Pray for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;xxxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Lux&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20357537-116062314727693199?l=luxandlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxandlove.blogspot.com/feeds/116062314727693199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20357537&amp;postID=116062314727693199&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20357537/posts/default/116062314727693199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20357537/posts/default/116062314727693199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxandlove.blogspot.com/2006/10/im-sorry-guys-for-not-posting-much.html' title=''/><author><name>LUX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550847212149640254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/131/9111/320/getpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20357537.post-116053191707993926</id><published>2006-10-10T21:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T01:55:23.109-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Over</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2278/1993/1600/47139_653937935_tragic_20romance_H091119_L.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2278/1993/320/47139_653937935_tragic_20romance_H091119_L.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just as I thought that things were back to normal, they came crumbling down even faster.&lt;br /&gt;Today, K called and as we were talking, we realized that things were still too complicated with the ex situtation and all. Even if she's in another country than him, she still managed to ruin things.&lt;br /&gt;We decided to take a break.&lt;br /&gt;I am heartbroken and extremelly sad, I really had high hopes for us and thought that we're going to be together (silly me).&lt;br /&gt;On another note, this L.A producer keeps calling me to host a new show. I'm still thinking about it. Sunday night, I was asked to do pictures for this new clothing brand, I didn't answer yet.&lt;br /&gt;I just need something to take my mind of off this, because right now, I'm really not feeling good at all... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20357537-116053191707993926?l=luxandlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxandlove.blogspot.com/feeds/116053191707993926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20357537&amp;postID=116053191707993926&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20357537/posts/default/116053191707993926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20357537/posts/default/116053191707993926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxandlove.blogspot.com/2006/10/its-over.html' title='It&apos;s Over'/><author><name>LUX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550847212149640254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/131/9111/320/getpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20357537.post-116041461028596820</id><published>2006-10-09T13:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T01:55:23.037-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Back In Business</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This past week has been really hard on me. I didn't speak to K at all, the whole week, I was freaking out since I wasn't used to it. As if that wasn't enough, his ex hacked into his email and started emailing me, first threatening me then asking me all kinds of questions. Finally yesterday, he called saying he had a family emergency and was out of town, but still claiming his love for me...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Conclusion, she's crazy. Just yesterday, she sent me around 25 emails. Can you believe how desperate and pathetic some women are???!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Not that it's going to change anything between me and him, I usually laugh when this kind of stuff happens because I just pitty these girls who have to go so low as to do something like this in order to get a guy.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Little does she know,  he just hates her now, more and more.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20357537-116041461028596820?l=luxandlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxandlove.blogspot.com/feeds/116041461028596820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20357537&amp;postID=116041461028596820&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20357537/posts/default/116041461028596820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20357537/posts/default/116041461028596820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxandlove.blogspot.com/2006/10/back-in-business.html' title='Back In Business'/><author><name>LUX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550847212149640254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/131/9111/320/getpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20357537.post-116002778248105449</id><published>2006-10-05T01:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T01:55:22.964-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I haven't posted in a bit, sorry about that. I promise I'll do so soon, just give me some time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Love, Lux&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20357537-116002778248105449?l=luxandlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxandlove.blogspot.com/feeds/116002778248105449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20357537&amp;postID=116002778248105449&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20357537/posts/default/116002778248105449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20357537/posts/default/116002778248105449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxandlove.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-havent-posted-in-bit-sorry-about.html' title=''/><author><name>LUX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550847212149640254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/131/9111/320/getpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20357537.post-115947531375710550</id><published>2006-09-28T16:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T01:55:22.886-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Anna Molinari</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2278/1993/1600/anna1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2278/1993/200/anna1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2278/1993/200/anna.jpg" border="0" /&gt;On the good side, &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Anna Molinari's&lt;/span&gt; show was a exquisite. I love the idea of mixing feminie pieces with more masculine ones. We all know that combining both gives off an extremelly sexy allure. And it never hurt to have THAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2278/1993/1600/anna2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2278/1993/200/anna2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anything girly mixed with the narrow cropped pants presented would look amazing. Not only that, but even with a light weight tank or jacket, the look would be complete and perfect. The work on the skirts makes them irresistible, to me anyway. I see myself pairing them with simple tank top and very high heels and I'd be ready to go.&lt;br /&gt;The thing with this collection is that it's really not as complicated to wear as it might seem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20357537-115947531375710550?l=luxandlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxandlove.blogspot.com/feeds/115947531375710550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20357537&amp;postID=115947531375710550&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20357537/posts/default/115947531375710550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20357537/posts/default/115947531375710550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxandlove.blogspot.com/2006/09/anna-molinari.html' title='Anna Molinari'/><author><name>LUX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550847212149640254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/131/9111/320/getpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20357537.post-115947432717034957</id><published>2006-09-28T15:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T01:55:22.813-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Flop Of The Season</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2278/1993/1600/gucci.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2278/1993/200/gucci.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Gucci&lt;/span&gt; was just BAD.The whole 60s are back thing just doesn't do it. There is nothing I like in this collection. &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Frida Giannini&lt;/span&gt; was doing a much better job as a brunette than she is now as a blonde. Maybe the peroxide got to her head and she thought she was back in the 60s...who knows really. But one thing is for sure, it was ugly and boring. I have a hard time picturing this collection&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2278/1993/1600/gucci1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2278/1993/200/gucci1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; as a spring-summer one, let alone picturing it as a &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Gucci &lt;/span&gt;one. Already that we were just starting to accept her as a somewhat replacement of the "oh God he's such a genius" &lt;strong&gt;Tom Ford&lt;/strong&gt; but this season she just blew it.&lt;br /&gt;My suggestion to Frida, get a bottle of dark hair dye, lock yourself in your bathroom with Gucci archives from the Tom Ford era; and while you re waiting for the color to sink in, let the masterwork of Tom bring you some insight on what a collection should look like&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20357537-115947432717034957?l=luxandlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxandlove.blogspot.com/feeds/115947432717034957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20357537&amp;postID=115947432717034957&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20357537/posts/default/115947432717034957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20357537/posts/default/115947432717034957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxandlove.blogspot.com/2006/09/big-flop-of-season.html' title='Big Flop Of The Season'/><author><name>LUX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550847212149640254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/131/9111/320/getpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20357537.post-115941017620018992</id><published>2006-09-27T21:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T01:55:22.726-04:00</updated><title type='text'>La Bella Moda!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Milannnnnnnnnnn Fashion Week is here...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Belstaff&lt;/span&gt; presented their collection. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2278/1993/1600/belstaff.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2278/1993/200/belstaff.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The company has been around for a really long time, working with Hollywood costume designers. They're behind Tom Cruise's leather jacket in Mission Impossible and many other movies throughout the years.&lt;br /&gt;Known for their leather jacket with lots of hardware, they definitly tried to keep that going. Granted I don't really like the dresses with lots of hardware nor do I like the see through jumpsuits. But some of the pieces including a gorgeous black suit are very wearable and sexy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2278/1993/1600/mos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="150" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2278/1993/200/mos.jpg" width="128" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I have to mention &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Moschino&lt;/span&gt;. The spirit was definitly young and flirty even with the 50s vibe in the air. Clean cuts and simple styles yet still sexy. That's what I like.&lt;br /&gt;PS: Great shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;----------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2278/1993/1600/laperla2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2278/1993/200/laperla2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2278/1993/1600/laperla1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2278/1993/200/laperla1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;La Perla&lt;/span&gt;. The ready-to-wear collection is...interesting. Wearable and sexy but still needs more focus in my opinion. Many of us still think of the company as lingerie only and in order to change that idea, they have to work really hard at establishing themselves as ready-to-wear house in the eyes of the public.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20357537-115941017620018992?l=luxandlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxandlove.blogspot.com/feeds/115941017620018992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20357537&amp;postID=115941017620018992&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20357537/posts/default/115941017620018992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20357537/posts/default/115941017620018992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxandlove.blogspot.com/2006/09/la-bella-moda.html' title='La Bella Moda!'/><author><name>LUX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550847212149640254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/131/9111/320/getpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20357537.post-115932179014043460</id><published>2006-09-26T21:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T01:55:22.651-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Very Fashionable Guy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2278/1993/1600/0452546073442_275x275.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2278/1993/200/0452546073442_275x275.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's really something about having a boyfriend who knows fashion.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't get me wrong, I always managed to go out with guys who know how to dress one way or the other but THIS time it's way different. &lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;K&lt;/span&gt;, just kills me (in a good way) when we talk about clothes.&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2278/1993/1600/fw06_ad_campaign_9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2278/1993/200/fw06_ad_campaign_9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Not only that, but we can talk for hours about this season's trends and I love that I can finally talk to my bf about, open toe leopard Louboutin pumps (he doesn't like them but I went and bought them anyway) or Gucci's new thigh high super flat leather boots (he loves them and was surprised to know that I have them in suede) and he just gets it. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20357537-115932179014043460?l=luxandlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxandlove.blogspot.com/feeds/115932179014043460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20357537&amp;postID=115932179014043460&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20357537/posts/default/115932179014043460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20357537/posts/default/115932179014043460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxandlove.blogspot.com/2006/09/my-very-fashionable-guy.html' title='My Very Fashionable Guy'/><author><name>LUX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550847212149640254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/131/9111/320/getpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20357537.post-115901885964679591</id><published>2006-09-23T09:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T01:55:22.578-04:00</updated><title type='text'>That's a Wrap: Sexy and Sassy Julian</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2278/1993/1600/mj5.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2278/1993/320/mj5.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Only &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Julian MacDonald&lt;/span&gt; can assure a great finale to London Fashion Week. True to himself, the designer showed a series of over the top glamourous dresses, in bold and very beautiful colors.A mix of big hair and sassy attitude, is definitly right when combined with supersexy &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2278/1993/1600/mj4.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2278/1993/200/mj4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;clothes. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2278/1993/1600/mj2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2278/1993/200/mj2.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2278/1993/1600/mj3.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2278/1993/200/mj3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2278/1993/1600/mj1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2278/1993/200/mj1.jpg" 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/20357537-115901885964679591?l=luxandlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxandlove.blogspot.com/feeds/115901885964679591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20357537&amp;postID=115901885964679591&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20357537/posts/default/115901885964679591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20357537/posts/default/115901885964679591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxandlove.blogspot.com/2006/09/thats-wrap-sexy-and-sassy-julian.html' title='That&apos;s a Wrap: Sexy and Sassy Julian'/><author><name>LUX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550847212149640254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/131/9111/320/getpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20357537.post-115894855264580494</id><published>2006-09-22T13:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T01:55:22.506-04:00</updated><title type='text'>As FLAWLESS As It Gets</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 165px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 232px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="298" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2278/1993/320/a.jpg" width="201" border="0" /&gt;It can't get any better. &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Armani&lt;/span&gt;'s new collection for his label &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Emporio Armani&lt;/span&gt; is pure perfection. This is what I love about him and a few others who have been doing this for the longest time. I don't get disapointed.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I just want to post&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ALL&lt;/em&gt; the pictures&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2278/1993/1600/a4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2278/1993/200/a4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; of the collection. There are too many looks I love. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2278/1993/1600/a2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2278/1993/200/a2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anybody who uses red as much as Armani did this time and so perfectly well, wins major points in my fashion book.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tiny shrugs and super cute shorts are really must haves for next summer. The dresses are BEAUTIFUL and I can go on forever.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;Point is,e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;verything just blends together so well, I am in a loss of words.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20357537-115894855264580494?l=luxandlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxandlove.blogspot.com/feeds/115894855264580494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20357537&amp;postID=115894855264580494&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20357537/posts/default/115894855264580494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20357537/posts/default/115894855264580494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxandlove.blogspot.com/2006/09/as-flawless-as-it-gets.html' title='As FLAWLESS As It Gets'/><author><name>LUX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550847212149640254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/131/9111/320/getpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20357537.post-115894639840379996</id><published>2006-09-22T13:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T01:55:22.433-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New Comers</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 156px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 220px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="285" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2278/1993/320/kane.jpg" width="193" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2278/1993/1600/kane2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2278/1993/200/kane2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Two days ago, new graduate &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Christopher Kane&lt;/span&gt; (Donatella's new apprentice); showed off his super vibrant first collection. Granted the cut was the same for practically all the dresses, but the colors and the style not only scream Versace circa 1990's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;but also Balenciaga. Go figure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;-----------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2278/1993/200/marios4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2278/1993/1600/marios1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2278/1993/200/marios1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Marios Schwab&lt;/span&gt; however is something else. A first look at the collection &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and we're taken back to Alaia days. The beautiful cut of the dresses and the proportions are very very similar to Alaia's.&lt;br /&gt;The draping on the beige skirt is a good enough reason to want to have it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20357537-115894639840379996?l=luxandlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxandlove.blogspot.com/feeds/115894639840379996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20357537&amp;postID=115894639840379996&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20357537/posts/default/115894639840379996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20357537/posts/default/115894639840379996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxandlove.blogspot.com/2006/09/new-comers.html' title='New Comers'/><author><name>LUX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550847212149640254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/131/9111/320/getpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20357537.post-115864700527439490</id><published>2006-09-19T02:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T01:55:22.360-04:00</updated><title type='text'>London London London</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2278/1993/1600/noir1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 106px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 164px" height="143" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2278/1993/200/noir1.jpg" width="113" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am in love with this &lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;NOIR&lt;/span&gt; collection. The cut as well as colors make a great match. The skin tight leggings&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2278/1993/1600/noir3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="167" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2278/1993/200/noir3.jpg" width="114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; make me want to put mine on add some heels and dance the night away. While the white sexy suit makes me want to be anything but boring. To simply put it, I would wear every single item of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20357537-115864700527439490?l=luxandlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxandlove.blogspot.com/feeds/115864700527439490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20357537&amp;postID=115864700527439490&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20357537/posts/default/115864700527439490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20357537/posts/default/115864700527439490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxandlove.blogspot.com/2006/09/london-london-london.html' title='London London London'/><author><name>LUX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550847212149640254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/131/9111/320/getpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20357537.post-115861913806121871</id><published>2006-09-18T18:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T01:55:22.288-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby, Baby, Baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2278/1993/1600/babydior.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2278/1993/320/babydior.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday K called after he had just left Barcelona where he spent the week-end shopping. Apparently he went crazy buying practically all of D&amp;G's new collection as well as a some sweaters from Alexander McQueen, shirts from Paul Smith and some more things from J. Lindeberg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;What can I say?? My type of guy.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Our hour long conversation while he was driving was mainly about fashion, menswear mostly and my obsessions with purses and his with D&amp;amp;G blazers. Then I don't know it came up but I said something like my baby's going to be the best dressed kid and K then tells me : "of course darling because our baby will be a &lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;DIOR BABY&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;That's all it took for me to start fantasizing already...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;He called me tonight wondering what I was doing then twice after to say goodnight. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;I met up with P in the evening for a couple of hours, I feel so bad because I know he loves me and I don't want to break his heart like V did. So I just play along, but my heart belongs to K. No doubt about that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20357537-115861913806121871?l=luxandlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxandlove.blogspot.com/feeds/115861913806121871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20357537&amp;postID=115861913806121871&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20357537/posts/default/115861913806121871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20357537/posts/default/115861913806121871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxandlove.blogspot.com/2006/09/baby-baby-baby.html' title='Baby, Baby, Baby'/><author><name>LUX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550847212149640254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/131/9111/320/getpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20357537.post-115852651836457482</id><published>2006-09-17T16:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T01:55:22.211-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Queen Of Cool Has Spoken</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2278/1993/200/lamb5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;L.A.M.B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; time. A couple of days ago I was watching one of my favorite movies, &lt;em&gt;Scarface&lt;/em&gt; and gushing over Michelle Pfeiffer's wardrobe. And today I read that Gwen Stefani's new collection for l.a.m.b is inspired by that same movie (platinum blond wigs and bug-eye sunglasses). Anybody who knows me also knows that I am a HUGE&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2278/1993/1600/lamb2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2278/1993/200/lamb2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; fan of Gwen's style. I absolutely adore her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2278/1993/1600/lamb.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2278/1993/200/lamb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So no need to tell you how much I was anticipating this new collection. Surelly enough, I was not disapointed. How could I anyway? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the multicolor fitted monogram tracksuit, to the &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2278/1993/1600/lamb6.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2278/1993/200/lamb6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;floor length 70's prints, leaopard &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2278/1993/1600/lamb4.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2278/1993/200/lamb4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;jackets and dresses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; Without forgetting the more sporty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; looks;it was screaming Gwen Gwen Gwen. And&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I LOVE IT ALL.&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/20357537-115852651836457482?l=luxandlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxandlove.blogspot.com/feeds/115852651836457482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20357537&amp;postID=115852651836457482&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20357537/posts/default/115852651836457482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20357537/posts/default/115852651836457482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxandlove.blogspot.com/2006/09/queen-of-cool-has-spoken.html' title='The Queen Of Cool Has Spoken'/><author><name>LUX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550847212149640254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/131/9111/320/getpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20357537.post-115838257305287308</id><published>2006-09-16T00:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T01:55:22.043-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Annoying</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aghhhhh, I just wanna strangle P. He's soooo annoying. I must've hung up on him at least 10 times today and he keeps calling. I've never seen a human with as little personality as he is. He's just... so boringly blah. He can't do NOTHING right, he's always ''confused'' as he likes to say and always sounds sleepy when you're talking to him. I can't believe he actually exists, that's how bad it is.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so MAD.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20357537-115838257305287308?l=luxandlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxandlove.blogspot.com/feeds/115838257305287308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20357537&amp;postID=115838257305287308&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20357537/posts/default/115838257305287308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20357537/posts/default/115838257305287308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxandlove.blogspot.com/2006/09/annoying.html' title='Annoying'/><author><name>LUX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550847212149640254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/131/9111/320/getpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20357537.post-115837658288658494</id><published>2006-09-15T22:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T01:55:21.953-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fashion Week Continues...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Zac Posen&lt;/span&gt; had his show today. For someone who absolutely loves dresses, I was kind of disapointed in the sense that the gowns he showed were a bit, all over the map. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2278/1993/200/posen1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Some of them like this off the shoulder black one, reminded me of Gucci ... &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2278/1993/200/posen.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Also showing today, was &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Catherine Malandrino&lt;/span&gt;. One of my favorites designers simply because she knows how to dress a woman. Sexy yet easy to wear garments, exactly how I love them. I fell in love with these 2 dresses. The first one has a great bubble skirt and mettalic top I just love it. The yellow doll dress as I like to call it is both sexy and fun to wear.And I HAVE TO HAVE IT.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2278/1993/200/mal.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2278/1993/200/malandrino2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20357537-115837658288658494?l=luxandlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxandlove.blogspot.com/feeds/115837658288658494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20357537&amp;postID=115837658288658494&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20357537/posts/default/115837658288658494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20357537/posts/default/115837658288658494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxandlove.blogspot.com/2006/09/fashion-week-continues.html' title='Fashion Week Continues...'/><author><name>LUX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550847212149640254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/131/9111/320/getpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20357537.post-115834435502026140</id><published>2006-09-15T13:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T01:55:21.855-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Leaving It All Behind</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2278/1993/1600/DSCN1183.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="189" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2278/1993/320/DSCN1183.jpg" width="238" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So as you can tell, I'm taking some time off. At least until next Fashion Week which is going to be here soon enough...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After I came back from vacation, I really didn't feel like doing anything anymore. All I could think about was: what's the point ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's a weird thing but I feel like I can't enjoy anything here anymore. I wanna move. I wanna go back to where I belong. I'm hoping that with not doing anything, it might be easy to just pack and leave. Unfortunatly I am not alone in this thing and although I am dying to leave, other people are still hesitant. Which just gets me more and more depressed. I am hoping that everything will work out, the sooner the better. I like not doing anything, since I've always been busy busy busy, but I need something to bring back my interest. I tried to do some work this week, but I just couldn't enjoy it. My brain's not working like it should be and I don't blame it. Just one look outside makes me want to pack my bags and hop in the first plane. God, if only I could do that.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I came, I saw, I conquered and now it's time to leave...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20357537-115834435502026140?l=luxandlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxandlove.blogspot.com/feeds/115834435502026140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20357537&amp;postID=115834435502026140&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20357537/posts/default/115834435502026140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20357537/posts/default/115834435502026140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxandlove.blogspot.com/2006/09/leaving-it-all-behind.html' title='Leaving It All Behind'/><author><name>LUX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550847212149640254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/131/9111/320/getpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20357537.post-115830193336896634</id><published>2006-09-15T02:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T01:55:21.762-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tyra Banks Spoofs Beyonce's Deja Vu</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FEIMJEOW6Qs"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; is so Hilarious. I love it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20357537-115830193336896634?l=luxandlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxandlove.blogspot.com/feeds/115830193336896634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20357537&amp;postID=115830193336896634&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20357537/posts/default/115830193336896634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20357537/posts/default/115830193336896634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxandlove.blogspot.com/2006/09/tyra-banks-spoofs-beyonces-deja-vu.html' title='Tyra Banks Spoofs Beyonce&apos;s Deja Vu'/><author><name>LUX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550847212149640254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/131/9111/320/getpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20357537.post-115827730049975951</id><published>2006-09-14T19:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T01:55:21.534-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fashion Week Favorites</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I know it's Fashion Week in New York, but there's just something about showing summer clothes in fall that gets me depressed. I mean, we're barelly saying bye to summer and the thought of having to wait so long to put on those without a doubt gorgeous outfits just kills me...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;One of my favorite colletions this season is &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Luca Luca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This super cute dress just makes me want to get up, put it on and go have the best date ever. It's just...too cute. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2278/1993/1600/00300m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2278/1993/200/00300m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On the other hand this all white ensemble is so pulled together, chic but with an edge.Nothing beats that.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2278/1993/1600/00110m.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="191" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2278/1993/200/00110m.jpg" width="117" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anna Sui &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:popUpTallImage(" event="show1524&amp;designer=design_house9&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;trend=&amp;iphoto=20')&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:popUpTallImage(" event="show1524&amp;designer=design_house9&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;trend=&amp;iphoto=20')&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;on the other hand is true to herself in a manner that her clothes are FUN. When put on, you know that you're bound to have a fun time because honestly, how can you not?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;For sexy, I suggest you check out &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Carlos Miele&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;A tiny low cut, chiffon dress in royal blue will desiniftly make any guy melt. There's also a longer version,of that beautiful dress. Basically something for everybody.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;Personally, I just go for something easy to wear. There's nothing worse than having what you're wearing wear YOU. Instead of falling for every trend, better to pick something that works for YOU. After all, aren't YOU the one supposed to be wearing the clothes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20357537-115827730049975951?l=luxandlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxandlove.blogspot.com/feeds/115827730049975951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20357537&amp;postID=115827730049975951&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20357537/posts/default/115827730049975951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20357537/posts/default/115827730049975951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxandlove.blogspot.com/2006/09/fashion-week-favorites.html' title='Fashion Week Favorites'/><author><name>LUX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550847212149640254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/131/9111/320/getpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20357537.post-115827546010600593</id><published>2006-09-14T18:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T01:55:21.461-04:00</updated><title type='text'>SO Sweet</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2278/1993/1600/b22682176.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 198px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 163px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="151" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2278/1993/320/b22682176.jpg" width="259" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have the best boyfriend. K called earlier, he was somewhere in Spain. We talk for a bit, the usual "i miss u-i miss u", then when I was about to hang up he tells me "Baby, please be careful. Now that I have you, I don't wanna lose you".&lt;br /&gt;Awwww, he just makes me melt... I feel like a schoolgirl .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20357537-115827546010600593?l=luxandlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxandlove.blogspot.com/feeds/115827546010600593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20357537&amp;postID=115827546010600593&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20357537/posts/default/115827546010600593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20357537/posts/default/115827546010600593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxandlove.blogspot.com/2006/09/so-sweet.html' title='SO Sweet'/><author><name>LUX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550847212149640254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/131/9111/320/getpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20357537.post-115819275130443845</id><published>2006-09-13T19:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T01:55:21.390-04:00</updated><title type='text'>La La Land</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2278/1993/1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 184px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 233px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="233" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2278/1993/320/1.jpg" width="204" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I woke up at 12pm today after spending the night watching season 3 of Nip/Tuck (hello, addict here). Oppened the curtains only to see a grey sky, rain soon? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yesterday, K called me at least5 times. He couldn't get over how happy he was from our talk of the previous day. The day before,I was out with P shopping when K called and I couldn't talk (for obvious reasons) so he started saying things like "..you never tell me how you feel about me and I'm always telling you how much I miss you..." which got me upset. It's hard to argue over the phone, sometimes I get pissed off and I wanna hang up the phone on him but then I just take a deep breath swallow my pride and tell him something nice and he gets all happy again. Last week, he got mad because I didn't want to talk about my feelings for him, which got me mad and I hung up the phone on him while he was talking. I was sure I was never going to hear from him again, but 5 mns later he called back and we had a long talk and he ended up telling me that he wants to be with me and missed me... And I promised never to hang up on him again. Long distance relationships are hard, but this one's even trickier because we were together for only a couple of weeks before I had to leave. So already, the fact that he calls everyday and we talk so much and he tells me he misses me... is a HUGE thing. But now, it became normal for us to say "I love you", and honestly, I'm really happy even if he's not here. Now more than ever he says that he just HAS to see me because he misses me so much and I do too. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He's just too cute to resist...&lt;/strong&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/20357537-115819275130443845?l=luxandlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxandlove.blogspot.com/feeds/115819275130443845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20357537&amp;postID=115819275130443845&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20357537/posts/default/115819275130443845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20357537/posts/default/115819275130443845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxandlove.blogspot.com/2006/09/la-la-land.html' title='La La Land'/><author><name>LUX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550847212149640254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/131/9111/320/getpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20357537.post-115794142981258534</id><published>2006-09-10T22:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T01:55:21.318-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Relaxing Week-End</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2278/1993/1600/niptuck.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="200" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2278/1993/320/niptuck.jpg" width="262" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Is it bad that I spent the whole week-end watching Nip/Tuck and loved every minute of it??I just didn't feel like going out, I'm so tired of always going to the same places and even more tired of seeing the same faces. I feel so...past that.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;Plus it's starting to get cold and you know what that means. It's time to bring &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2278/1993/1600/carmen_electra_150c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2278/1993/200/carmen_electra_150c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;out the fall clothes and put away the sexy summer outfits that I love so much. It's also time for me to go back to the gym, I haven't been since before I left on vacation. And if I'm planning on seeing K in a couple of months I gotta make sure I look like a perfect 10... It's not for nothing that when I was on the phone with K today he called me his Carmen Electra and said how much he misses me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Also, P kept calling and msging since yesterday. First it was to go to a club opening then today it was the movies. I said no to both. Seriously, I have better things to do&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;Song suggestion of the day:&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.beyonceonline.com/main.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Beyonce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;- Irreplaceable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20357537-115794142981258534?l=luxandlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxandlove.blogspot.com/feeds/115794142981258534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20357537&amp;postID=115794142981258534&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20357537/posts/default/115794142981258534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20357537/posts/default/115794142981258534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxandlove.blogspot.com/2006/09/relaxing-week-end.html' title='Relaxing Week-End'/><author><name>LUX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550847212149640254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/131/9111/320/getpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20357537.post-115782239919565003</id><published>2006-09-09T13:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T01:55:21.245-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Abscence Makes The Heart Grow Fonder</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On a much better note, K called twice yesterday . I just miss him even more now. The day before, we talked all afternoon and thank God for the existance of live video msgin since we won't be able to see each other for another 2 months. BUT, we're going to make up for it. The plan is to meet in November for a week in New York and in December for 10 days very far away so we can spend New Year's together. Let's just hope that it works out... it's kinda hard when there's actually an OCEAN separating us.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I found this very interesting article on Sunjournal.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leslie Karsner, the author of "The Long Distance Romance Guide," and Dr. Guldner feel that long distance love offers benefits such as improved communication, not taking each other for granted and increased independence and individuality. However, they both offer tips to help couples keep the relationship strong, even across hundreds of miles: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2278/1993/1600/20838833.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 137px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" height="202" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2278/1993/320/20838833.0.jpg" width="152" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Ensure clear and frequent communication. It's important to keep touching base and tickling fancies with gifts and chat. When you can't rely on seeing facial gestures and body language, you must communicate more effectively.&lt;br /&gt;2. Stay optimistic. Long distance relationships can and do work.&lt;br /&gt;3. Have a support system. Surround yourself with friends and family who are willing to listen and support you in your extra efforts.&lt;br /&gt;4. Have a life of your own. Don't just keep busy, really accomplish things that matter to you. Don't spend your time pining -- stay active with physical and social diversions.&lt;br /&gt;5. Avoid avoidance. Agree to talk about tough issues during your next visit.&lt;br /&gt;6. Don't expect perfection. Couples in long distance relationships sometimes measure the success of their relationship by the perceived quality of the most recent time spent together. If the weekend was a disappointment then the relationship is in trouble. Simply realizing that there will be some disappointing times together -- and that this is normal -- will help with those less than glorious weekends.&lt;br /&gt;7. Find less expensive alternatives to stay in touch. E-mail and letters are great ways to keep the flame alive. Newer technology, such as phone calls over the Internet, also provides low cost ways to hear that special someone's voice. For the month of February, voiceglo is offering free Internet phone calls to its subscribers -- all you and your partner need to do is sign up for the service and download the software.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Although it may be hard at times, it's often worth holding on to those long distance relationships. Just remember to be creative and keep the lines of communication open!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20357537-115782239919565003?l=luxandlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxandlove.blogspot.com/feeds/115782239919565003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20357537&amp;postID=115782239919565003&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20357537/posts/default/115782239919565003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20357537/posts/default/115782239919565003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxandlove.blogspot.com/2006/09/abscence-makes-heart-grow-fonder.html' title='Abscence Makes The Heart Grow Fonder'/><author><name>LUX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550847212149640254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/131/9111/320/getpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20357537.post-115782181575775237</id><published>2006-09-09T13:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T01:55:21.171-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Boring &amp; Boring</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2278/1993/1600/boring.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 252px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 175px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="203" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2278/1993/320/boring.jpg" width="282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last night was a waste of a perfect outfit. To reconcile, P, me, my sis and his friend O decided to go have dinner at P's uncle's restaurant. We get there only to find out that V is there with G. Right then and there I knew my night just went from 10 straight down to 0 in no time. As we're walking to our table, she started laughing out loud and speaking greek. But I didn't even look her way.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After a while they left, but the mood was ruined. P who's naturally boring, was even more so last night and no matter how I tried to pick up the mood with my sister, the guys were just too boring...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After dinner, we went to M, but seriously, how can you have fun when you're out with guys who look like they're sleep walking?? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm sure even people who sleep walk are more fun than those 2. So when we left M to go to T, I just hoped in a cab and left them. I couldn't take it anymore...&lt;/strong&gt;&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/20357537-115782181575775237?l=luxandlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxandlove.blogspot.com/feeds/115782181575775237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20357537&amp;postID=115782181575775237&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20357537/posts/default/115782181575775237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20357537/posts/default/115782181575775237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxandlove.blogspot.com/2006/09/boring-boring.html' title='Boring &amp; Boring'/><author><name>LUX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550847212149640254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/131/9111/320/getpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20357537.post-115747867301691025</id><published>2006-09-05T13:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T01:55:21.098-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing Major</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So, I may not be over what happened with P, but at least I figured out that he was just a pathetic loser and that instead of getting mad at him, I should just pity him. After msging me so many ''I need to talk to u'' msgs and me ignoring all of them, we met at M saturday where I went with some guy friends for dinner. Of course I could see that P was fuming and I ignored him all night. Didn't help that there  were other guys  there I have history with...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Once home, P sent me around 50 msgs begging and pleading to forgive him. Which I didn't. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In the meantime, K spent the week-end in Paris where he called me from saying that he misses me so much ... Yesterday he called from Belgium asking me to go visit him for a week-end, in yet another country;since he can't make it here. We'll see...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Also, I tried to keep busy last week by going out for dinner with guy friends. Just platonic, but it's better than nothing. You guys remember N who was away for so many months?? Well sunday night we went for dinner and a movie and as he was sitting across the table from me, I could't help but wonder what did I ever find attractive in him?? Now I see him as friend only and I can't imagine ever thinking of him as something else. Weird, isn't it?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20357537-115747867301691025?l=luxandlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxandlove.blogspot.com/feeds/115747867301691025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20357537&amp;postID=115747867301691025&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20357537/posts/default/115747867301691025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20357537/posts/default/115747867301691025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxandlove.blogspot.com/2006/09/nothing-major.html' title='Nothing Major'/><author><name>LUX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550847212149640254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/131/9111/320/getpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20357537.post-115686929354052992</id><published>2006-08-29T12:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T01:55:20.950-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Distance Romance</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I just love waking up to the sound of my phone ringing, when it's&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;K&lt;/span&gt; calling. What I love even more is when he tries to tell me sweet things in english.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He was on his way to Belgium, probably driving really fast as he usually does. Today, he was nicer than ever, telling me how much he misses me and can't wait to see me. He's supposed to come for a week, 2 weeks from now. If not, he'll come&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the month after; but I'd rather see him sooner than later...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In the meantime, last night, I went for dinner with P, his sister her bf and a friend. I had explained to him on saturday that we could never date. But he still wants to see me, hoping that I'd change my mind. After dinner, we were watching a movie when he just looked at me and said that I look like someone. I ask who and he tells me Angelina. Angelina as in Angelina Jolie? Yes as in Jolie. I told him that I didn't like people telling me that and he laughed. Then I re-explained that I could never be his girlfriend and that he has to know that I'll be dating other people. All this was done in the nicest way possible, to not hurt his feeling, since he was depressed all day yesterday thinking about what I told him saturday.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ahhh guys...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20357537-115686929354052992?l=luxandlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxandlove.blogspot.com/feeds/115686929354052992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20357537&amp;postID=115686929354052992&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20357537/posts/default/115686929354052992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20357537/posts/default/115686929354052992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxandlove.blogspot.com/2006/08/long-distance-romance.html' title='Long Distance Romance'/><author><name>LUX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550847212149640254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/131/9111/320/getpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20357537.post-115678406652030564</id><published>2006-08-28T12:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T01:55:20.876-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Lovin' 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The afternoon at Nikki Beach was great so we decide to meet later on and go for dinner with the group at this hot new restaurant called Carré Rouge. Wanting to look effortlessly gorgeous I put my white and tiny black and whote polka dot dress, accessorized with gold sandals and jewellery. His reaction when he came to pick me up? ''Darling you look gorgeous enough to eat''. Dinner was more fun than anything else, our waiter kept screwing up and we felt so bad for him that all we did was laugh. While waiting for dessert, K wanted to go to the hotel to change. I go with him and he takes forever to do so. At first I was a bit nervous since we were alone in a hotel room, but then I figured out that he wasn't going to try anything so I relaxed a bit. However, my sister who had stayed at the restaurant with the rest of the group,was freaking out. Until she joined us at the hotel and I told her that K was a good boy. We then left to go to the club, T; where we went the night before. It was beyond packed and I just didn't want to be in a crowd barelly able to breath and sweating so much; so I suggested we leave and we did. We walked back to the hotel, he ordered food, we watched tv, talked and made out for the longest time. I ended up going back to my hotel at 8 am...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Next day, he came to see me for a bit at the hotel. At night, I went out but he was too tired to. The day after we left separately, him to his city, me to mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Couple of days later he came to my city and we got the chance to hang out, after that we were always meeting halfway, at the beach. Doing jet ski and tanning were our favorite things to do together. The next week-end I went to his city, we went to M for drinks then to this new huge club N. There, a bit of drama happened, but I don't want to talk about it. We cut the night short and drove the 20 mns back to the city. On the way back, we stopped on the highway in the middle of nowhere at 4am just to kiss and make up. My sister and her boyfriend who were in another car, couldn't believe how crazy we were. Yeah well, we stopped twice and it was yummyyyy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The next day we were supposed to meet at the beach but wasn't there, and no matter how much he said he did show up, I just didn't believe him. So all night, I rejected his calls, knowing perfectly well that he was going to hate it. The day after at the beach when he showed up, he went straight on his jet ski and didn't say hi, supposedly because he was mad at me, well I was mad at him too. But I'm sure the cold water calmed his nerves because he came to lay down next to me after only 15mns and we made up again. I just couldn't resist!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Then we got on the jet ski and went very very far to swim and make out like mad. I drove us back and was riding so fast that he got scared and wanted me to stop...But at least we were fine again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20357537-115678406652030564?l=luxandlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxandlove.blogspot.com/feeds/115678406652030564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20357537&amp;postID=115678406652030564&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20357537/posts/default/115678406652030564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20357537/posts/default/115678406652030564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxandlove.blogspot.com/2006/08/summer-lovin-2.html' title='Summer Lovin&apos; 2'/><author><name>LUX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550847212149640254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/131/9111/320/getpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20357537.post-115664640474640702</id><published>2006-08-26T21:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T01:55:20.806-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Lovin'</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To numb the pain a little, I decided to have some drinks before going out tonight. Little did I know that I was going to be as tipsy as I am right now...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I should probably change my shoes for the night, those 4 inch black and white round toe pumps might not be such a good idea after all, considering I can't walk straight...yeah well!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I hate being back so much that I'd give anything to stay in bed watching tv. What's the point of getting dressed and going out if where you are is not where you exactly want to be???&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thankfully my baby has been calling me everyday since I got here. We talk twice a day and it's still not enough. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Granted we only met 3weeks ago, but everything happened so fast that we just can't explain it. Or like he says it was love at first sight. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here's how out of nowhere, thunder struck...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On the night my sister got to town, we went out with some of my long time friends to this club Pulp. I was having a blast being there with her, since we hadn't seen each other in a month. At the table next to us, at one point, this guy offers me champagne, but I gently refuse and go on with the dancing on the sofa.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Few days later, we go to another city for a long week end. One of my friends there takes us out for dinner at B &amp;amp; Z and then to Pacha. A while after we got there, I see this guy and I'm trying to figure out where I know him from, until it dawned on me that it's the guy from the previous week at Pulp. We start talking and enjoy each other so much that we all decide to go to another club, T. Outside we get to his car and lo' and behold it's my favorite car, BMW 6.50. We get to the club at past 3am so it wasn't very crowded and we weren't going to stay long anyways. But he went ahead and got a bottle of Laurent Perrier which I again gently refused. We talk a bit, thinking that it's pointless since we're obviously attracted to each other and he obviously wanted to kiss me but I resisted until he walked me back to the hotel which was next door to his. Halfway there, I had no choice but to give in to the most intense kiss that just made me melt over and over again. With a promise to call me the next day when he woke up, we sadly parted ways. Me hoping that tomorrow would come faster and him thinking that he finally found a hot chica :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The next day, trying not to think too much about the previous night, I was doing my best to get a great tan by the pool when my phone rings and surprise it's him asking if I wanted to go to Nikki Beach. I say that I can't right away since I was going to have lunch and he nicely offers to come all the way back from there just to pick me up along with my sister when I finish lunch, later on...&lt;/strong&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/20357537-115664640474640702?l=luxandlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxandlove.blogspot.com/feeds/115664640474640702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20357537&amp;postID=115664640474640702&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20357537/posts/default/115664640474640702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20357537/posts/default/115664640474640702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxandlove.blogspot.com/2006/08/summer-lovin.html' title='Summer Lovin&apos;'/><author><name>LUX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550847212149640254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/131/9111/320/getpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20357537.post-115652838708012465</id><published>2006-08-25T13:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T01:55:20.731-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2278/1993/1600/MOROCCO%202006%20072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2278/1993/320/MOROCCO%202006%20072.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2278/1993/1600/MOROCCO%202006%20193.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2278/1993/320/MOROCCO%202006%20193.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2278/1993/1600/MOROCCO%202006%20207.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2278/1993/320/MOROCCO%202006%20207.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2278/1993/1600/MOROCCO%202006%20154.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2278/1993/320/MOROCCO%202006%20154.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2278/1993/1600/MOROCCO%202006%20142.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="274" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2278/1993/320/MOROCCO%202006%20142.jpg" width="265" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2278/1993/1600/MOROCCO%202006%20114.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2278/1993/320/MOROCCO%202006%20114.jpg" 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/20357537-115652838708012465?l=luxandlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxandlove.blogspot.com/feeds/115652838708012465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20357537&amp;postID=115652838708012465&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20357537/posts/default/115652838708012465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20357537/posts/default/115652838708012465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxandlove.blogspot.com/2006/08/pictures.html' title='Pictures'/><author><name>LUX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550847212149640254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/131/9111/320/getpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20357537.post-115641350325515276</id><published>2006-08-24T05:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T01:55:20.649-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Am Back!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just got back last night. I'm so jet lagged that I woke up at 5am, wondering where I was. No need to tell you how my 7 hour flight was...In fact, I was so sad to come back that I litterally cried myself to sleep and ended up sleeping during the whole flight.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Weird how things happen, but they do happen.I don't wanna get into details but I have a lot to tell you...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Promise to do it soon, just give me time to feel better...&lt;/strong&gt;&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/20357537-115641350325515276?l=luxandlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxandlove.blogspot.com/feeds/115641350325515276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20357537&amp;postID=115641350325515276&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20357537/posts/default/115641350325515276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20357537/posts/default/115641350325515276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxandlove.blogspot.com/2006/08/am-back.html' title='Am Back!!!'/><author><name>LUX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550847212149640254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/131/9111/320/getpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20357537.post-115420821633000946</id><published>2006-07-29T20:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T01:55:20.576-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lux &amp; St Tropez</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2278/1993/1600/mini-carte_tropez.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2278/1993/320/mini-carte_tropez.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Am still on vacation, doing my best to get a fabulous tan while sipping cocktails and thinking about nothing else other than, what I m going to wear tonight?!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Things are still the same with P, if not even more complicated because, brace yourselves...he wants to marry me. He in fact loves me so much that he calls at least 3 times a day and sometimes we talk for hours and hours. There s no doubt that he s the nicest, sweetest guy. All the things that a girl would want a guy to tell her, he says them to me. And actually means every single word. But I m not sure about what I should do when I go back. Unfortunatly I will have to go back in about a month or so. Until then, I m doing my best to enjoy my time here....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20357537-115420821633000946?l=luxandlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxandlove.blogspot.com/feeds/115420821633000946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20357537&amp;postID=115420821633000946&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20357537/posts/default/115420821633000946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20357537/posts/default/115420821633000946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxandlove.blogspot.com/2006/07/lux-st-tropez.html' title='Lux &amp; St Tropez'/><author><name>LUX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550847212149640254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/131/9111/320/getpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20357537.post-115291490965470580</id><published>2006-07-14T17:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T01:55:20.433-04:00</updated><title type='text'>How Religious Is Not Religious??</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;True to himself, P called yesterday about 4 times. Everytime it s the same conversation, he misses me too much and wants to see me. He also told me about how much he wants to be with me, but when I talked about how we can t really be together for religious reasons, he said...that he wasn t religious and that he already thought about converting. He has an answer for everything. I asked him if he seriously means it and he said that yes, he would do it if it means being with me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today, he told me over the internet that he s liked me for 2 yrs and that since he got the chance to spend time with me, he just can t spend a day without hearing my voice and that he d do anything for me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have to admit, it feels really nice to have someone tell you all the right things. I like him and I do miss him, but I just can t get over the fact that he was V s boyfriend for 6 yrs...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20357537-115291490965470580?l=luxandlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxandlove.blogspot.com/feeds/115291490965470580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20357537&amp;postID=115291490965470580&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20357537/posts/default/115291490965470580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20357537/posts/default/115291490965470580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxandlove.blogspot.com/2006/07/how-religious-is-not-religious.html' title='How Religious Is Not Religious??'/><author><name>LUX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550847212149640254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/131/9111/320/getpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20357537.post-115281909085687044</id><published>2006-07-13T15:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T01:55:20.363-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;So I have been here for a week now. First thing I gotta say is that the heat is killing me. Everyday I wake up hoping for a cooler weather and for a little less sun. On the up side, I went out the first night I got here and I received the best welcome a girl can get. Tons of guys fighting to get my attention and it is all up to me to pick whomever I want...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Since I got here, P has been calling me at least twice a day!!! I told him many times that his phone bill will be huge but he doesn t care, so I don t even bother anymore. Also; yesterday in a weird twist of faith, THE EX, emailed me saying that he s in town and is hoping to see me... Now this is when things get serious, because this is THE EX I m talking about here. If it was someone else I wouldn t care but this is different. I think...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Everyday, P is telling me that he really wants to come visit, doesn t help that his sister s boyfriend lives here too, so... I managed to change subject so far only because it d be really awkward if he actually came here...to see me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;I  ll keep all posted on what happens next...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ciao Ciao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20357537-115281909085687044?l=luxandlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxandlove.blogspot.com/feeds/115281909085687044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20357537&amp;postID=115281909085687044&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20357537/posts/default/115281909085687044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20357537/posts/default/115281909085687044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxandlove.blogspot.com/2006/07/vacation-update.html' title='Vacation Update'/><author><name>LUX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550847212149640254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/131/9111/320/getpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20357537.post-115205759344021055</id><published>2006-07-04T19:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T01:55:20.292-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2278/1993/1600/20050926nikki04_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2278/1993/320/20050926nikki04_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As I mentioned before, I'm going away on vacation for the summer...TOMORROW. Now, don't freak out, I will do my best to post as many times as I can.&lt;br /&gt;I might be going to another continent but there will for sure be stuff happening there too. Hello, I'm Lux, after all.&lt;br /&gt;On these words I'm off, I still need to finish packing I have 2 full suitcases and so much more stuff left.&lt;br /&gt;And yes that's a pic of one of the many many places I'm going to.&lt;br /&gt;Ciao Ciao!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20357537-115205759344021055?l=luxandlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxandlove.blogspot.com/feeds/115205759344021055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20357537&amp;postID=115205759344021055&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20357537/posts/default/115205759344021055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20357537/posts/default/115205759344021055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxandlove.blogspot.com/2006/07/vacation-time.html' title='Vacation Time'/><author><name>LUX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550847212149640254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/131/9111/320/getpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20357537.post-115205625003573581</id><published>2006-07-04T19:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T01:55:20.214-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Ex Bestfriend's Ex Boyfriend's In Love With me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So at P's place, it was confession time. He started off by being extremelly shy and saying how weird it feels to be there with me. Then he told me that ALL of his friends knew he has liked me for a long time. He said it has been at least 2 yrs. That people noticed the way he looked at me and many a time, they would tell him to stop doing it, when we're with V. That I am the nicest girl he's ever met and that he liked me so much that he used to come to M just to see me even if he didn't talk to me, that's when I used to think that he's busted for being there without V. That Patrick, who is his best friend for years now, stopped talking to him because he has been ditching them to go out with me and my friends and totally forgot about his friends.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As I'm typing this, he is on his way to Patrick's place to explain everything once and for all. Patrick called P this afternoon and we were together watching the soccer game. Patrick said that there's a good chance he might kick P out, when he tells him, he's suspecting it's about me. And Patrick still likes me so the whole thing's pretty complicated.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Not only that, but I even met his parents and they knew for a while now. It's like everybody knew but ME. Even V asked him a while ago if he was cheating with me. I feel so weird!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20357537-115205625003573581?l=luxandlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxandlove.blogspot.com/feeds/115205625003573581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20357537&amp;postID=115205625003573581&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20357537/posts/default/115205625003573581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20357537/posts/default/115205625003573581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxandlove.blogspot.com/2006/07/my-ex-bestfriends-ex-boyfriends-in.html' title='My Ex Bestfriend&apos;s Ex Boyfriend&apos;s In Love With me'/><author><name>LUX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550847212149640254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/131/9111/320/getpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20357537.post-115196568473988776</id><published>2006-07-03T18:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T01:55:20.144-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday To Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2278/1993/1600/birthday_cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2278/1993/320/birthday_cake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So for my birthday we went for dinner at S, it was fun especially that we had a lot to drink and I looked HOT. After dinner, we went to T club, where some friends were waiting for us, we were having lots of fun up until V and her crew decided to show up. Again our tables were facing each other but this time, P was ALL over me. We all could see that it was driving her crazy. I went to the washroom with my friend G and when I got back my sister told me that V came up to her and pulled her hair!!!!!!!!! I couldn't believe the nerve that girl has. I was so upset, just the fact that they were there ,ruined my night and her doing that made even worse. Thank God it was almost closing time, so we went to say bye to some friends and left to go to some guy's place. We stayed there for about an hour just talking and drinking. It was 5am and P and I didn't want to sleep so we went to his place and watched Closer and talked...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20357537-115196568473988776?l=luxandlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxandlove.blogspot.com/feeds/115196568473988776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20357537&amp;postID=115196568473988776&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20357537/posts/default/115196568473988776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20357537/posts/default/115196568473988776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxandlove.blogspot.com/2006/07/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='Happy Birthday To Me'/><author><name>LUX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550847212149640254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/131/9111/320/getpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20357537.post-115180109695982669</id><published>2006-07-01T20:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T01:55:20.075-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Bday Celebration!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tomorrow's my bday!&lt;/span&gt; Tonight, I'm going out for dinner with my sister, her bf, my girlfriend G from college and P. After that, we're going to T club to party with some more friends. I'm hoping we'll have fun and that we won't run into you know who. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thursday night, we went to T cafe which was packed. We stayed there until about 2 30am, then we went to T club. I got very very drunk and had trouble waking up the next day at 7am to go to work. The whole day yesterday, I was half asleep and not feeling good at all. In the evening I went to see &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Devil Wears Prada&lt;/span&gt;, which I loved. But I was feeling even worse, I was very dizzy for some reason, so I went home and slept. I was supposed to go out with P, but I couldn't get up, my head was spinning. This morning I woke up at 6:30am, and found tons of msgs from P. He ran into V and G last night, they tried to talk to him (!!!!!) but he ignored them, and he got into an accident. But he's alright.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20357537-115180109695982669?l=luxandlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxandlove.blogspot.com/feeds/115180109695982669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20357537&amp;postID=115180109695982669&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20357537/posts/default/115180109695982669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20357537/posts/default/115180109695982669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxandlove.blogspot.com/2006/07/my-bday-celebration.html' title='My Bday Celebration!!'/><author><name>LUX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550847212149640254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/131/9111/320/getpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20357537.post-115162774551838692</id><published>2006-06-29T20:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T01:55:19.822-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Boys, Boys, Boys</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;So things are still the same. P and I are really good friends now. Who would've thought? He's always calling and msging, soon as he wakes up he calls or sends a good morning msg and if I ever don't answer, he starts freaking out. I seriously think he likes me.... Ahh now that would drive V crazy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;To talk about something else, this cute guy at work, who's younger than me and has a gf has been staring at me. All the time. Everyone's noticing. We've been having training lately for a new program and this week he's sitting next to me, no need to tell you how it is. Yesterday for example, we had meetings all day and after one of the breaks I didn't want to go back so fast but when we got in the elevator to go to the office, he pushed the 16th floor button. I asked him" R what do you think you're doing??. He said that it's because I didn't want to go back so he's gonna make it as slow as possible for me. I told my friends at work about it and they were all laughing. Today, as he was explaining something to me, he started rubbing my knee and I was a bit shy so I told him to stop. But at the end of the day, the girl who's doing the training asked me if she should maybe switch him since we've been getting so close. Honestly I don't see the point because:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;A- Tomorrow's my last day BUT they don't know it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;B- He has a gf and I'm not gonna do anything with him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;To move on to another guy, S one of the owners of T has been all over me lately. Whenever he sees me, he just comes to me and starts telling eveybody that I'm his Bombshell and he kisses me and hugs me. He's super cute with gorgeous blue eyes but once again...nothing's gonna happen. He sends me msgs while I'm at his club wondering why I'm not with him. And on saturday, he had Tara Reid on his arm and left her to come look for me. He msged me today saying that he wants to see me and that I should go to T cafe then T club with him.I love the attention, but like my friend E crazy girl said. I gotta RESIST...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20357537-115162774551838692?l=luxandlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxandlove.blogspot.com/feeds/115162774551838692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20357537&amp;postID=115162774551838692&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20357537/posts/default/115162774551838692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20357537/posts/default/115162774551838692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxandlove.blogspot.com/2006/06/boys-boys-boys.html' title='Boys, Boys, Boys'/><author><name>LUX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550847212149640254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/131/9111/320/getpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20357537.post-115129313160637209</id><published>2006-06-25T23:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T01:55:19.525-04:00</updated><title type='text'>V the Backstabber Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So thursday night my sister her bf and me went to T club with some friends visiting from back home. Among them V's ex' sister's boyfriend whom I know through his cousin who is visiting. We talked and I mentioned that I no longer was friends with V. Later that night, I saw her at the club and didn't even talk to her, she then asked my sister: what happened to you guys??? My sister told her to ask me, but of course she didn't.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We then went on with our night, dancing and having a blast.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday night, or should I say early saturday morning, I get a msg on my phone from V's ex lil P. Great timing...Later that day, he calls me, we talk and I tell him that I no longer talk to her. He then goes on and on about how she never liked me and how he used to tell her that I'm a really nice girl...and she'd tell him I'm a bitch. Typical jealousy case. We decide to meet up for drinks with my sister, her bf and some other friends. We went to T cafe, which was packed.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Tara Reid&lt;/span&gt; was there, making a fool of herself as usual. So drunk she can barelly move. But then again, everybody was drunk so...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;At night, we met up again with P to go to T club. It was packed as it always is this time of the year. I was looking so good, that all the guys was just staring. P kept on asking how come with all the guys I have all over me, I am not interested?? He just couldn't understand why.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Stephen Baldwin&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;was there as well as &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Tara Reid&lt;/span&gt; again. And this time she looked terrible. I can't even begin to tell you how badly she was dressed.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There was a bunch of us there, partying like crazy when we saw V's cousin coming to say hi. About 10 mns later, V shows up with her G and some friends' Coincidence or maybe not, their table was right in front of ours and we had no choice but to be facing each other. To make matters worse for V, her ex, P, didn't stop dancing next to me on the sofas and holding me... Not only him, but even his sister jumped in and was dancing with me. And this girl NEVER dances. I am sure as we were doing this, V was fuming inside. Yeah well. A bit later, my used to be G showed up but he didn't see me until we were leaving and he had a chocked look on his face as if he didn't understand why I wasn't with them. In the meantime, V had tried to dance with him, but, too bad, she can't do much since she's going out with G. HA!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It was a scene straight out of the movies, and I killed it! I got her right where it hurts. I know that she still cares for P and what I learned about her these past days has made me so mad...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20357537-115129313160637209?l=luxandlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxandlove.blogspot.com/feeds/115129313160637209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20357537&amp;postID=115129313160637209&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20357537/posts/default/115129313160637209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20357537/posts/default/115129313160637209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxandlove.blogspot.com/2006/06/v-backstabber-part-2.html' title='V the Backstabber Part 2'/><author><name>LUX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550847212149640254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/131/9111/320/getpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20357537.post-115127739954255934</id><published>2006-06-25T19:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T01:55:19.453-04:00</updated><title type='text'>V the Backstabber Part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Summer is here and in some cases it means cleaning up your life and getting rid of all the bad vibes. That's exactly what I did.&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday night, we went for dinner with V and as we were talking, Madonna came up in the conversation and I was telling her about the previous night when listen to this, she starts asking, oh what did she look like? is she pretty? is she tall? what was she wearing??&lt;br /&gt;Helloooooo, weren't you the girl who told me the day before that you met her???? It then clicked in my head that she had lied, and so has her G when he met us at T cafe the night before. She had made the whole thing up. She knew I love Madonna and she wanted to make me jealous. Although I figured her out, I didn't say anything. Few hours later, we were having drinks at L6 when V started talking to everybody in greek, inviting them to come for dinner and party with her on saturday. Little did she know that I understood everything. Again I didn't say anything, she then made up some excuse to go home, when in fact she wanted to meet G at T cafe and she knew we wanted to go there. By then I couldn't take her lies anymore so we told her that in fact we were going to T cafe then to T club. She had no choice but to go home...for real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So far, she had been acting weird for the past week, after saturday, she has been making excuses everytime we were supposed to meet. And wednesday night was the end of it all. However, thursday at lunch she called me and we talked and she said how she wasn't going out that night, then 5 mns later, she mentioned how she's going to be partying from &lt;/strong&gt;thursday&lt;strong&gt; until monday (oops) so I wasked what the plan was for the week-end, and she says she has no clue. BIG FAT LIE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That same minute it really clicked that we can no longer be friends.So when it was time to go to Madonna's show, I left her, her G and another friend of hers waiting. She kept calling and calling and even made G call, but I didn't pick up. Then I sent her a msg saying I'm not going with YOU, will explain why later. She msged asking why and called but I didn't answer. I went with other friends instead.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I was hurt from the night before the way she wanted to get rid of me at L6 and how she was inviting people.But also because whenever we were in public, she would find ways to put me down, and ways to make herself look better. Thanx to her I am sure lots of people hate me now&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&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/20357537-115127739954255934?l=luxandlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxandlove.blogspot.com/feeds/115127739954255934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20357537&amp;postID=115127739954255934&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20357537/posts/default/115127739954255934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20357537/posts/default/115127739954255934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxandlove.blogspot.com/2006/06/v-backstabber-part-1.html' title='V the Backstabber Part 1'/><author><name>LUX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550847212149640254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/131/9111/320/getpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20357537.post-115115086441723828</id><published>2006-06-24T07:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T01:55:19.381-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Meeting My Idol!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2278/1993/1600/a062144au.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2278/1993/320/a062144au.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So many things have happened lately that I don't even know where to begin.I'll get right to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;                 I MET MADONNA!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last tuesday, she was in town for the shows. I msged V around 7pm saying Madonna's in town. She msgs back, I know I just met her at her hotel!!!!!!!!!!! I got so mad because she didn't tell me. I msged her back: thanx for thinking of me. NOT. She answers: G wanted to surprise me. !!!&lt;br /&gt;Yeah right, I hated that she did that. Few minutes later, my sister her boyfriend and me went to T Cafe for drinks. The owners are long time friends and the place is new and happening. About half hour after we got there guess who walks is...&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;MADONNA&lt;/span&gt; herself. Followed by 2 friends and some body guards, they sit at the table in front of ours. Which means I then have full view of her. I couldn't believe it. She was dressed all in black, with jeans tucked into boots, a black Material Girl t-shirt and a black leather jacket. She looks sooo much better than she does on tv or mags. You'd never think she's about to turn 48. They had dinner and hung out, I got the chance to say hi before she left. Then we walked out together, and she was soooo tiny next to me, I felt like a giant and I'm only 5'5. Overall she was all smiles, and kept looking around, checking out people... But I know for a fact that she didn't want nobody to talk to her let alone take pictures, unfortunatly. It was great, especially when I thought about how lucky I was and how I was pissed off at V but then I got to not only see &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;MADONNA&lt;/span&gt; but also talk to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20357537-115115086441723828?l=luxandlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxandlove.blogspot.com/feeds/115115086441723828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20357537&amp;postID=115115086441723828&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20357537/posts/default/115115086441723828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20357537/posts/default/115115086441723828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxandlove.blogspot.com/2006/06/meeting-my-idol.html' title='Meeting My Idol!'/><author><name>LUX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550847212149640254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/131/9111/320/getpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20357537.post-115062006152530428</id><published>2006-06-18T03:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T01:55:19.308-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Game Over: I WIN!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;I am the best when it comes to making a guy Jealous. Tonight, after Cirque du Soleil which was amazing; we went to G restaurant. They had closed the street and all the restaurant had terrasses; it was great. We got stuck in traffic and got there later than expected, yet, we still had time to eat since they know us and they can't say no. After a couple bottles of Crystal, I was tipsy enough to actually say to D (Hot Italian) to come to G restaurant. But before he got there, G (ignorig me G) got there. I said hi very politely and continued to have fun knowing that D was going to show up, eventually. And he did. I introduced him to everybody. That guy's so hot that even guys notice him. Plus, he was all over me and G was there. My plan was working to perfection. At the end of the night, to make things more mysterious, D &amp; I, left hand in hand; but not before saying bye to everybody including my used to be G. The plan worked exactly like I wanted it to. I know that he still likes me and he just can't get away with disapearing like that. NO GUY gets away with that, no matter how cute he is!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;D gave me a ride home, we kissed for a bit and he told me how much he likes me, for years now. I like him too; he's so gorgeous, how can I not???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;While I was in full make out mode with D, I get a msg from my sis saying: u want him or not? I'll fix it. I answer ya, fix it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Once home, I call her, she's still there. She tells me that G's saying that I got mad for nothing. Sooooo not true. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;The thing is, I'm so pissed off at G, I just want to make him pay for what he did. That was a pretty low thing. Just stopping contact like that!!! Who does he think he is???? He could've at least called or msged to explain. Plus, V didn't stop telling me that he came to G restaurant to surprise me and that he likes me so much. Yeah right!!! I don't believe none of it. Actions speak louder than anything else, or rather, the LACK of action; speaks louder than anything else. But don't you worry it couldn't have been better. It was a scene straight out of movie. Everything looked so real. We do have chemistry, D &amp; I have known each other for 6 yrs and we never ever had a fight, so when we're together; it looks like we're a couple. Thank God!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Update: I just hung up the phone with my sis. She said that my G was so upset that he left really really mad. As if that wasn't enough, his best friend told my sister that he's in love with me. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! I had the best night ever!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Bottom line is....I Always WIN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20357537-115062006152530428?l=luxandlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxandlove.blogspot.com/feeds/115062006152530428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20357537&amp;postID=115062006152530428&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20357537/posts/default/115062006152530428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20357537/posts/default/115062006152530428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxandlove.blogspot.com/2006/06/game-over-i-win.html' title='Game Over: I WIN!'/><author><name>LUX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550847212149640254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/131/9111/320/getpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20357537.post-115050986602082263</id><published>2006-06-16T21:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T01:55:19.236-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Barbie Barbie Barbie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2278/1993/1600/barbie_top_left.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2278/1993/320/barbie_top_left.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; I went to get my hair done after work today, and it looks exactly like Barbie's. Soooo long and blond. Ahhhh!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A couple of days ago, around 11pm I started getting calls from a blocked number and they wouldn't talk. I got at least 20 calls. It annoyed me so much that I had to turn my phone off which I never ever do, in case of emergency. Next day, am hard at work when they start calling again. I don't pick up the 1st 2 times, the 3rd one I pick up and this girl starts asking me how come her boyfriend has my number!!!!!!!!!!!! I ask her who her boyfriend is thinking the worst (G!!!!) she says it Patrick. Me: Patrick who??? I don't know any Patrick. Her: Patrick P.... Me: !!!! (oh my god it's V's ex-boyfriend's best friend, stalker weirdo psycho Patrick). You should ask your boyfriend instead of calling to bother ME. Get a life.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I hung up and she didn't call again. It's so weird to have gotten that call out of nowhere. I know he was obsessed with me a while ago, but to get calls from a girl!!! I'm not even sure it's his actual girlfriend, I think he just made her call and bother me. Yeah well!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last night at dinner V's G was telling me how my G was talking about me a couple days ago... It got me so pissed off, that I left the table and went to the washroom just not to show how upset I was. Especially that I don't even talk to him anymore.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thanx God D (italian) was msging me and it lifted my spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20357537-115050986602082263?l=luxandlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxandlove.blogspot.com/feeds/115050986602082263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20357537&amp;postID=115050986602082263&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20357537/posts/default/115050986602082263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20357537/posts/default/115050986602082263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxandlove.blogspot.com/2006/06/barbie-barbie-barbie.html' title='Barbie Barbie Barbie'/><author><name>LUX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550847212149640254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/131/9111/320/getpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20357537.post-115025192610148720</id><published>2006-06-13T22:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T01:55:19.163-04:00</updated><title type='text'>O.V.E.R With Le G!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I got a msg from D saying that he saw me at U and asking if the guy was my boyfriend. I text back saying that we were seeing each other and that it's over.Yes, it is OVER. I haven't heard from him since friday night. For some reason, I suspect that V's G has something to do with it. He's very sneaky that way and I don't trust him.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But it's ok, it's no big deal because italian D is back in the picture and he's sooo much hotter than G. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;At night, we went to T Café where V's G told me that my G was driking with his guyfriends the night before and he mentioned something about not wanting to be the first one to call. Which I don't get, since I was the last one to msg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The only thing that bugs me is that I didn't have the upper hand in the situation. Actually that really bugs me. But who cares right? Very soon I'll be going to very exotic places and making the most of the summer by working on my tan and my dating plan. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oooh that rhymes!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20357537-115025192610148720?l=luxandlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxandlove.blogspot.com/feeds/115025192610148720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20357537&amp;postID=115025192610148720&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20357537/posts/default/115025192610148720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20357537/posts/default/115025192610148720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxandlove.blogspot.com/2006/06/over-with-le-g.html' title='O.V.E.R With Le G!'/><author><name>LUX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550847212149640254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/131/9111/320/getpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20357537.post-115015343457252251</id><published>2006-06-12T19:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T01:55:19.090-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Date From Hell</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thursday night, after so long, I finally was going on a date with G. Just the 2 of us. Since we met, we mainly did group dates and I couldn't wait to have some time alone together. He came to meet me and the group at Q where we were having drinks. A bit later we got in the car trying to figure out where to go. After driving for a while he takes me to this lounge that just re-opened. U, is in his neighborhood and I haven't been there for the longest time since it's quite far from where I live. We get a table and he sits down across from me, it was kind of loud and we couldn't have a conversation so I asked him to move next to me (so we could at least hear each other). He thinks that I'm ordering him to move and says that he was going to do it but since I asked him, he is going to wait (euhh ok!!!!). Of course I mad, but I try not to show and go to the washroom instead. Couple of minutes later, I come back in a better mood, trying not to let anything ruin the night; especially that I knew that he's been wanting to go on a date alone with me for so long. We order drinks and something to eat and we move to the table next to us with is bigger and then he sits next to me. Few minutes later, I was tasting something that I was about to eat and he tell me...:" Oh you remind me of my dog" (WHAT THE HELL??). My reaction?? I get so mad that I had tears in my eyes and I tell him that if I wasn't so far from my place, I'd get up and leave. He then gets more upset and 2 mns later asks for the check and I get up to put my jacket and leave while he's paying and who do I see looking absolutely gorgeous at the bar??? My italian hot ex boyfriend from 4yrs ago...D. Of course I ignore him as we leave.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The ride back was so long and silent, for a reason. I was fuming and so was he. Once in front of my place, I tell him that there are 2 options either we talk it out or I get out of the car and I never talk to him again. We then talk or try to and after an hour or so we finally make up and hug and kiss for at least 3 hours after that. I was home around 4am. And everything was normal, he was joking that we didn't even have a fight and that he always used to show up wherever I am with the group just to see me... Basically, everything was great, again.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Next day we msg all day, unfortunatly he couldn't have dinner with us at G restaurant because of work. But while I was having dinner with the group he was msging me cute things. So for me, everything was again, great. That night the girls got drunk on Crystal only. My sister's Bf kept ordering more and more bottles, as usual whenever we go out and he's with us it's a Crème de la crème party. We had bodyguards so that nobody bothers us, and trust me we needed them. The restaurant was 9 to 1 guys to girls ratio and they were all looking at US. I forgot to mention that at the table next to us, John Stamos was having dinner. He wasn't as good looking as I thought he would be but he definitly looks great for his age and he's super nice.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Back to the party, it took me a while to get tipsy, but when I finally did, I had a blast. We danced on the table, V was a dancing like a stripper and we were joking that all she needed was a pole. And every single person was looking at us. We don't usually act like that but for one night, we let loose and had a blast.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The next day, we went to S701, where they gave us our VIP pink keys (so cute). The night was ok, I wasn't really in the mood because I didn't hear from my G and that was bothering me. He usually texts me everyday. The next day, I met us with V in the afternoon and we just hung out together, went to coffee and then met up with her G. I still didn't hear from my G !!!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20357537-115015343457252251?l=luxandlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxandlove.blogspot.com/feeds/115015343457252251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20357537&amp;postID=115015343457252251&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20357537/posts/default/115015343457252251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20357537/posts/default/115015343457252251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxandlove.blogspot.com/2006/06/date-from-hell.html' title='Date From Hell'/><author><name>LUX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550847212149640254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/131/9111/320/getpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20357537.post-114960618267766248</id><published>2006-06-06T10:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T01:55:19.018-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy Ex Has a Baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The craziest thing happened on friday. I was at work, and I see this guy. Tall, dark blond, nice body, tattoos...I thought he got lost or something. I noticed there was a girl with him but he was looking the other way so I didn't know who he was. I go up to him...can I help you? He turns around, and lo and behold, it's Mattew from 7 or 8 years ago. My ex-boyfriend who cheated on me with my ex-bestfriend. We were both in shock! Me with a smile on my face that obviously said yes am shocked but I still won't talk to you. And as if that wasn't enough I look down, and picture this...he was pushing a baby stroller and his gf, wife, or whoever she is was next to him. Luckily she didn't see what happened, I didn't even give him time to talk I just turned around and walked away, back to the office. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10 mns later, I finally came out but they were gone. I looked outside and saw them walking away. I would've never ever thought that he was going to get his life together. I went to AA meetings with this guy. Not only was he an alcoholic but he also loved his drugs. And now, he's walking around with a baby and gf or perhaps a wife. He looked cute but how could I forget what a jerk he was!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday night, me, my sis, V and her G, went for dinner at P (again). Around 12am, we went to S701, it was packed. They weren't letting anybody in, so G called the owner of the hotel who was out of town but still managed to get us in right away, which was great. In the meantime, my G and I were text messaging, since he was at a friend's wedding. But I convinced him to leave, which he did and we ended up having a great night. He looked really good all dressed up, other than the 1st day we met, I always saw him in casual clothes only, so this was a good change. And the fact that he showed up made even better. I told myseld I wasn't going to get into an argument with him, and he couldn't believe how nice I was to him. V's G left a bit early, he wasn't feeling good so there was just us girls left there with my G. My sis and V, went to the other side of the bar to meet some cute guys while my G and I made out for the longest time.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I forgot to mention that while we were having dinner,V's G told me that friday night, all of his brother's friends gathered at his place and my G got drunk and he couldn't stop talking about me. Matter of fact, he talked about me so much that the next day some girl called V's G to ask about me and who I was because nobody can believe G is ''hooked up''. He also said that he likes me a lot. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Back to saturday, Mo, my ex that I ran to on the street a while ago with V; was there too. And he was kind of tipsy which made him very friendly and I don't think G liked that. At the end, G drove me home, and we stayed in the car for about an hour just making out ( so teenager of me). The next day my bottom lip was blue!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On sunday, we went for brunch without my G. Then spent the afternoon with V's G, we went for ice cream and a long walk by the river. It was a very nice afternoon. I was supposed to meet my G later and go see V and G again, but he never msged so I fell asleep instead and woke up mad at him yesterday morning.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Plus, I didn't hear from him all day yesterday, while I was tanning; and it pissed me off even more. At around 8pm, V and I went to T café, for drinks, her G anf my sis joined us a bit later. Then came my G and his friend O. I wasn't going to ruin the mood by being mad at him so instead I switched plans to being nice no matter what. And while the 2 G's were talking, mine brought it up in the conversation that he had fallen asleep the night before. I didn't say anything. A while later he left, he had a big headache and as me,my sis and V's G were leaving (V left before), some guy came to me and introduced himself... we ended up going to the club next door, where we stayed for an hour or so. I was text msging with V's G who was telling me no to do anything with F (gym owner/his friend), because we met him on our way out from T cafe and he was at that club too. I told him I won't and that I liked G better.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today, am going to the pool again. V's meeting me there. Yesterday I got a bit of a sunburn, but it was well worth it. Everyday we say that we're not going out and today we made plans for movies, The Break Up. But we'll see where the day takes us...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20357537-114960618267766248?l=luxandlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxandlove.blogspot.com/feeds/114960618267766248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20357537&amp;postID=114960618267766248&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20357537/posts/default/114960618267766248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20357537/posts/default/114960618267766248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxandlove.blogspot.com/2006/06/crazy-ex-has-baby.html' title='Crazy Ex Has a Baby'/><author><name>LUX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550847212149640254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/131/9111/320/getpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20357537.post-114918319539102386</id><published>2006-06-01T13:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T01:55:18.937-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cavalia!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2278/1993/1600/Cavalia_carrousel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2278/1993/320/Cavalia_carrousel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last night, we were supposed to go see Cavalia (Horse Show). Before that we went for dinner at P, where V's G showed us pictures of his second, new Lamborghini. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2278/1993/1600/Lamborghini_Diablo_VT_Roadster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2278/1993/320/Lamborghini_Diablo_VT_Roadster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We all hated the color so he's changing it.&lt;br /&gt;We had great seats at the show (of course) and it was beyond amazing. I seriously suggest to all of you out there to go see it. It's unbelievable. The horses are so beautiful, I wanted to take them all home with me.&lt;br /&gt;After the show, we went to this club M where my G was, for a bachelor party. He was kind of tipsy (yaye) and I looked HOT. Now that's a good combination. We hung out for a bit then V had to leave but we stayed. Right before leaving my G pissed me off so I said by in a very cold way and we left. After dropping off V's G (he lives nearby us, my G kept msging me on my phone. I told him I wasn't talking to him and he answered, it's ok, I'm used to it!!!!&lt;br /&gt;This morning V calls me in panick, G and her broke up because of her ex P who keeps calling them both and bugging them. She was calling G and he wasn't picking up. So I called him and spoke to him, tried to convince him to at least stay together but keep the whole thing on the DL. I hung up the phone with him saying that she was on the other line asking to meet him at his place. But knowing how they both love drama, they're probably making up as we speak. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20357537-114918319539102386?l=luxandlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxandlove.blogspot.com/feeds/114918319539102386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20357537&amp;postID=114918319539102386&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20357537/posts/default/114918319539102386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20357537/posts/default/114918319539102386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxandlove.blogspot.com/2006/06/cavalia.html' title='Cavalia!'/><author><name>LUX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550847212149640254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/131/9111/320/getpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20357537.post-114909769868926112</id><published>2006-05-31T13:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T01:55:10.252-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What A Week-End</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2278/1993/1600/Mont%20Tremblant%20007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="172" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2278/1993/320/Mont%20Tremblant%20007.jpg" width="294" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am back from one hell of a week-end. It was great, I had a blast. All we did was, tan during the day and hang out in the jacuzzi at night to talk and drink and make out of course. You'd think we're a bunch of teenagers. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2278/1993/1600/Mont%20Tremblant%20004.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 175px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 148px" height="206" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2278/1993/320/Mont%20Tremblant%20004.jpg" width="176" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On friday night, I got so drunk that V's G had to walk me up to my room, since there was just the 3 of us there. The next day, I had bruises everywhere some from the jacuzzi, others I don't remember. I also couldn't find one of my contacts (go figure where I put it in my drunk state) so I had to wait for my sister to bring me one on saturday afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;Saturday night, we went out for dinner, had a feast of very yummy steaks then went straight to the jacuzzi. We had champagne fights, everybody was soaking wet from it. V got so drunk that she started doing gymnastics in the jacuzzi, standing upside down and doing backflips (yes it's crazy). It was hilarious, more so when the next day she couldn't remember anything. In the meantime, I was in full make out mode with my G. We had so much fun together that night. Ah...&lt;br /&gt;The next day, G left early to go to work while we wentout to tan by the pool the whole day. Sipping cocktails by the pool was the best way to spend such a sunny day. The bad part is the sunburn I got afterwards. But it's all worth it. At night, G came back again. I wasn't in a great mood so the night started off by him sleeping on the couch, but after I swallowed my pride, I went to get him and he ended up sleeping next to me. It really bugs me how when we're together he's one person and when there's people he's another person. His friends say he's shy, but it just gets on my nerves. If he wasn't as cute as he is I seriouly would dump him. But I am known to have a major weakness for cute guys so&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20357537-114909769868926112?l=luxandlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxandlove.blogspot.com/feeds/114909769868926112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20357537&amp;postID=114909769868926112&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20357537/posts/default/114909769868926112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20357537/posts/default/114909769868926112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxandlove.blogspot.com/2006/05/what-week-end.html' title='What A Week-End'/><author><name>LUX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550847212149640254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/131/9111/320/getpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20357537.post-114866345623879279</id><published>2006-05-26T12:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T01:55:10.185-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Week-end Getaway</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Big big relief, 2 days ago they caught the guy who shot K. It has been all over the news since then, and we're beyond happy.&lt;br /&gt;What else happened...I was at the gym on wednesday and I didn't look for D even if I knew he was going to be there, about 15 mns after I got there I was on the treadmill and he came to talk to me. I was kind of cold and he kept on asking what's wrong and of course I kept on saying nothing's wrong. But it was obvious that there was something, since he's the one who usually trains me and all of a sudden I'm there training without him. But honestly, I really couldn't care less. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2278/1993/1600/800px-Mont-Tremblant.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="191" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2278/1993/320/800px-Mont-Tremblant.jpg" width="254" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yesterday we went for dinner me, my sis, V, her G; then my G met up with us when he finished work. But at the end he wanted to go home and I go upset and didn't say bye to him, but he msged me after so...:)&lt;br /&gt;This afternoon, me, V and her G are going up north to his house for the week-end. My G might join us there tonight or tomorrow night and my sister tomorrow morning since we're going to the spa at 12pm.&lt;br /&gt;The plan is to take lots of movies, lots of alcohol and lots of food and do nothing but relax. His house is pretty big so there's lots of rooms for all of us.&lt;br /&gt;I'm hoping that my G will come tonight, I don't wanna be alone with V&amp;amp;G. Especially that he's always picking on me. So bad that I had to tell V to tell him to stop to which he answered, I only do it 'cuz I love her so much...Well I don't care just stop bugging me. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PS: The picture is of the main street of the village nearby.Love the colors&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20357537-114866345623879279?l=luxandlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxandlove.blogspot.com/feeds/114866345623879279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20357537&amp;postID=114866345623879279&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20357537/posts/default/114866345623879279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20357537/posts/default/114866345623879279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxandlove.blogspot.com/2006/05/week-end-getaway.html' title='Week-end Getaway'/><author><name>LUX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550847212149640254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/131/9111/320/getpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20357537.post-114849158577320736</id><published>2006-05-24T12:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T01:55:10.117-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Adopted Greek Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2278/1993/1600/flag.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 278px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 179px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="200" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2278/1993/320/flag.jpg" width="354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Since K passed away, we have been spending all our time with G and his family and friends. They all welcomed us so much so that now I feel like I am somewhat greek. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;We went out everynight last week, to all of K's favorite places with his favorite friends, drinking his favorite vodka and favorite champagne. Saturday we went for dinner at a greek restaurant P. K used to love it there. There was me,my sis, V and G. Later on, one of K's bestfriends G (also) joined us. I had briefly met him the night before at the funeral dinner at C, he was sitting at the end of the table but I caught him many times looking at me and he was sooo cute and tall. Anyway, right before we left from P, another G joined us and we all decided to go to V's G's place to hang out and drink. He just bought a new place and he wanted us to visit. So we get there and the place is amazing. The interior decor is unbelievably chic, but I wasn't surprised. With that money G has, he can afford litterally anything and everyhing.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;So for the rest of the night saturday, we just sat around a table and drank. The guys told stories about K, and we had lots of fun. All the while, my G was getting close, sitting next to me ... Everybody spent the night there, but my sis and I left around 6 am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Next day sunday was his name day, so we went for dinner me, my sis,V,G and my G :). Then we went to R where K used to hang out sunday nights. There, there was probably 30 of his friends waiting for us, we just drank and drank and drank some more. By 3am I was seriously drunk and big time flirting with my G. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Monday at 2pm we had to go to the cemetary for the 9th day ritual. Family and close friends were there. Afterwards we went to the family house for lunch. There,G's mom was talking to me in greek and I did my best to answer. The food was great; I was starving and hung over from the night before. We all were actually. My G was sitting on the other side facing me, and every now and then he would look and smile and I'd do the same. After all how can I not, he is just too cute to resist. Later on, I found a way to go hang out with him outside where he went to smoke. We got the chance to talk a bit and I knew that he liked me so I was pretty relaxed. Then my sister came out to tell us that it was time to go because we had dinner reservations. We get to the restaurant and G took the seat next to the one opposite mine. We're eating and talking but again he's looking, even my sister noticed. Then around the end, I was sitting confortably but when I moved my legs,G started playing footsie with me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Once done with dinner we went to W cafe for drinks. Me and my G, V and her G. My sister joined us for one drink and then left. We were there for a while and I knew that G was going to kiss me, it was very obvious that we liked each other and we were sitting so close, holding hands and I was leaning on him so... But the rule is that G has to have V's approval to do anything with me. So when V's G told her, she took her apple martini, held it up for us to see and said: humm, this is so green. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Stupid me, I go: oh u re right it's very very green, weird.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Then they started laughing, and I wondered why. Little did I know that V was then giving her Ok to G!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;After that, G finally kissed me and it a was very very very nice kiss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Then it was time to leave, G drove me home. And in the morning when I woke up, there was a msg from him hoping that I had a nice night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Last night when he was at work, we kept msging each other back and forth, and this morning again there was a msg from him :).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;In the meantime, things with big D are still hanging, he called and left a msg yesterday, has been msging on msn, but I just don't have time to sit and chat with him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Today however, I'm going to the gym so I most likely am going to see him. I'll keep you guys posted on what happens...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20357537-114849158577320736?l=luxandlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxandlove.blogspot.com/feeds/114849158577320736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20357537&amp;postID=114849158577320736&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20357537/posts/default/114849158577320736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20357537/posts/default/114849158577320736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxandlove.blogspot.com/2006/05/adopted-greek-girl.html' title='Adopted Greek Girl'/><author><name>LUX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550847212149640254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/131/9111/320/getpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20357537.post-114815169108392520</id><published>2006-05-20T14:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T01:55:10.047-04:00</updated><title type='text'>You're Still With Us K...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;So yesterday was K's funeral. The church was full, and many, many people had to stand. Naturally, it was a very sad event, especially when the priest talked about him and his life since K was still a kid. Even if it was all said in greek, you could still feel the sadness.&lt;br /&gt;Everybody who is somebody was there. All the club owners and the movers and shakers of the city were finally seen as humans with feeling. Who knew that F, for instance could cry??&lt;br /&gt;Later on, around 6:30pm, all the close friends gathered at C, for a dinner in K's memory. Mainly guys but we were there too.&lt;br /&gt;For hours and hours we all just hung out. We had the place all to ourselves. We ate and drank until 3:30am. All in great spirit . Since he was a very happy person, his family wanted to keep things that way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20357537-114815169108392520?l=luxandlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxandlove.blogspot.com/feeds/114815169108392520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20357537&amp;postID=114815169108392520&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20357537/posts/default/114815169108392520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20357537/posts/default/114815169108392520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxandlove.blogspot.com/2006/05/youre-still-with-us-k.html' title='You&apos;re Still With Us K...'/><author><name>LUX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550847212149640254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/131/9111/320/getpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20357537.post-114773225262003739</id><published>2006-05-15T18:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T01:55:09.979-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Rest In Peace K...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2278/1993/1600/rip.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="140" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2278/1993/320/rip.0.jpg" width="272" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Something very very sad happened. On saturday we went to C from V's bday and everything was great all night long. But at the end of the night, some guys started fighting and G, his brother and the rest of the guys tried to break the fight. Unfortunatly, G's brother K and another guy, got shot while trying to break the fight. K passed away from his wounds an hour later, at the hospital. We were all there hoping that he was going to survive. Sadly when he was still laying down on the ground outside of the club. we could see that it wasn't going to be a happy ending. They tried to revive him for so long but it just didn't work. The other guy, although severally wounded, is alive and in a stable condition.&lt;br /&gt;We are all still in shock considering something like this never happens at the places we go to. We feel very honored that we got to spend those last moments with him. May he rest in peace...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20357537-114773225262003739?l=luxandlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxandlove.blogspot.com/feeds/114773225262003739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20357537&amp;postID=114773225262003739&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20357537/posts/default/114773225262003739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20357537/posts/default/114773225262003739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxandlove.blogspot.com/2006/05/rest-in-peace-k.html' title='Rest In Peace K...'/><author><name>LUX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550847212149640254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/131/9111/320/getpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20357537.post-114746625428499631</id><published>2006-05-12T16:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T01:55:09.915-04:00</updated><title type='text'>V's Big BDay Bash!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I finally get to relax today, until 9pm that is. It's been more than crazy lately, I haven't had enough sleep for so long. We've been going out every night, even when we say we won't...we still do.&lt;br /&gt;We go out with G and his friends, who are the owners of C (supperclub), the gym I go to and many other places. I'm still seeing D, but keeping my options open since nothing serious will ever come out of it. F (the one who recently discovered I exist) now says hi to me with kisses on the cheek, each time.he sees me. Probably because he's Gs bestfriend and I'm Vs bestfriend so we see each other a lot. And for a 30 something man, he acts like a kid more than I do.&lt;br /&gt;On sunday after the big show, V and I went for a drink and G met up with us. Later, he was on the phone and when he hung up he turned to me and said, ur boyfriend's coming.!!! I knew he meant F who is obviously not my bf. When F got there,I sadly noticed that not only was he a me me me type of guy, but he also is cocked eyed!!! Since then, me, my sis and V, have been making fun of him everytime he's around, whithout him knowing it of course. Ughhh, after sunday all I was saying was, how could I have had a crush on him for so long??? He's ugly and can't stop talking about himself!&lt;br /&gt;Tonight it's dinner again at G, where we were last friday and had a blast. Hopefully tonight will be great as well, but we can't party too much because tomorrow's V big bday bash at C.&lt;br /&gt;And it's going to be one hell of a night.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20357537-114746625428499631?l=luxandlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxandlove.blogspot.com/feeds/114746625428499631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20357537&amp;postID=114746625428499631&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20357537/posts/default/114746625428499631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20357537/posts/default/114746625428499631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxandlove.blogspot.com/2006/05/vs-big-bday-bash.html' title='V&apos;s Big BDay Bash!'/><author><name>LUX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550847212149640254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/131/9111/320/getpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20357537.post-114685159736431557</id><published>2006-05-05T13:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T01:55:09.780-04:00</updated><title type='text'>V's BDay Celebration Part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today is V's bday, but true to our nature, the celebration started last night at exactly 12am. We went to S for a couple of drinks right before hitting L, where I had promised G a friend of mine but also the promoter there,that I was gonna show up. We got bored after 15 mns and decided to go meet G and his group at T, where we haven't been in at least six months . A famous dj was playing and it was packed which was very promising. We get to the vip only to see that all the owners from C are there. Of course they all know us by now and they were only too happy to see us. As usual, drinks started appearing from God knows where, and all of a sudden I had 2 glasses in my hands and a third one was being handed to me. I got rid of one by giving it to C who was so drunk on champagne by then but she took it anyway and threw the other one on the floor!!! V was having a blast with G who unlike the previous times, didn't talk about how much money he had and instead kept making sure we were having fun and having drinks. I forgot to mention that as soon as we got there, F, who is the owner of the gym I started going to and on whom I've had a crush for about 8 yrs now only to have him totally ignore the fact that I even exist tell me... You Look Amazing, Wow. Ok, this man never ever ever spoke to me before and I see him whenever I go out for years now. He is so intimidating and hot hot hot. My nickname for him is The Body, for obvious reasons!! However, he went back to his true self when he ignored me the rest of the night, yet was caught many times making major eye contact so go figure.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;G planned to take us for dinner tonight for yet another celebration, and we just can't wait to have another great night even if V and I start work tomorrow at 7am (rehearsals) :(.&lt;/strong&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/20357537-114685159736431557?l=luxandlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxandlove.blogspot.com/feeds/114685159736431557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20357537&amp;postID=114685159736431557&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20357537/posts/default/114685159736431557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20357537/posts/default/114685159736431557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxandlove.blogspot.com/2006/05/vs-bday-celebration-part-1.html' title='V&apos;s BDay Celebration Part 1'/><author><name>LUX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550847212149640254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/131/9111/320/getpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20357537.post-114659144591257762</id><published>2006-05-02T13:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T01:55:09.714-04:00</updated><title type='text'>All for a good cause, Madonna.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;At C, we got to meet one of V's cousin's friends, G. He's in his late 30s very very wealthy and guess what he's taking us to see Madonna. First row!!!!!!!! How great's that. Now since he's interested in V, the plan she came up with is to be super nice to him and say yes when he asks her out. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2278/1993/1600/madonna01-428x652.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2278/1993/320/madonna01-428x652.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Like tonight for example he wants to take her to a game, I strongly suggested that she should go :). The thing I hate in him is that he just can't stop talking about how much money he has and how great he is. And to be honest, no matter how much money he has I just don't get impressed especially when he can't stop talking about it. Overall him and V make a good match they come from the same background and she's sooo his type, since she's super flashy and loves bling bling. So we joke about it together, but if it weren't for Madonna, who knows if she'd go out with him. We made her promise not to screw it up from now until the show! So I'm crossing my fingers...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Update: V called after the date saying that we're getting the tickets for sure and we're even invited to the after party. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. I can't wait!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20357537-114659144591257762?l=luxandlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxandlove.blogspot.com/feeds/114659144591257762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20357537&amp;postID=114659144591257762&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20357537/posts/default/114659144591257762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20357537/posts/default/114659144591257762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxandlove.blogspot.com/2006/05/all-for-good-cause-madonna.html' title='All for a good cause, Madonna.'/><author><name>LUX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550847212149640254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/131/9111/320/getpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20357537.post-114658672796071246</id><published>2006-05-02T12:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T01:55:09.641-04:00</updated><title type='text'>So Cute!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2278/1993/1600/Muscle_torso_guy_in_pencil.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2278/1993/320/Muscle_torso_guy_in_pencil.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So sorry for not posting anything for so long. I have been so busy I barelly had time to do anything, really. And yes, I have so much to tell you...For a change of scenery we started goin to C. Went twice already (saturdays). We love it. Everybody there is so much fun, and we got to meet tons of new people, among which, D. We've been going out for almost 2 weeks now and so far so good. He's a personal trainer and he's hugggee. Bigger than anybody else I know!!!He trains at the hottest gym in town, and of course he became my personal trainer since he got me a membership for almost nothing when it costs a lot and doesn't charge me for his services (obviously):). Yesterday, it was our first day my sister and I at that gym, we loved it so much that after 2 hours we still didn't want to leave. Nothing better than working out while having a gorgeous guy giving you kisses here and there even if you're dripping of sweat. Very Sexy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last week, I was at work and he showed up to surprise me then waited for me for 2 hrs until I finished to drive me home. 2 days later P, whom I thought got over me, shows up, I act like I didn't see him but then he asks me if I want a ride home, I say no thanx!!!!This week is pretty relaxed when it comes to work. Saturday we have rehearsals all day for the biggest show in the country on Sunday. Then on Monday there's another one but it's so private that imagine this, it's going to be like a closed movie set. Backstage will be locked and nobody can go out or go in!!!!Can't wait to see how that's gonna work out.Until then, today I'm going to the gym again where testosterone has replaced air since it's 95% filled with guys. Lucky me, I got the cuttest! (wink wink)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2278/1993/1600/000.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 109px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 145px" height="213" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2278/1993/320/000.jpg" width="171" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Ps: Just finished reading The Debutante Divorcée. I loved it as much as I thought I would. I'm finally back on track of reading non-stop, yaye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20357537-114658672796071246?l=luxandlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxandlove.blogspot.com/feeds/114658672796071246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20357537&amp;postID=114658672796071246&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20357537/posts/default/114658672796071246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20357537/posts/default/114658672796071246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxandlove.blogspot.com/2006/05/so-cute.html' title='So Cute!!!!!!'/><author><name>LUX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550847212149640254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/131/9111/320/getpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20357537.post-114559830771031024</id><published>2006-04-21T01:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T01:55:09.508-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation Vacation Around The Corner</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This week has been really crazy. When I didn't work, I met the girls for drinks as usual. But today I couldn't get away from the job so they had to do it without me:( Yesterday H (A's cousin) met the girls and I for drinks and he told me that he spoke to A and that he was asking him about me. Then out of nowhere he says: U love A don't u? and he loves u too!!!!. I usually don't take what H says seriously. I've known him long enough...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2278/1993/1600/lv.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="279" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2278/1993/320/lv.jpg" width="193" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So tomorrow a big part of the job will be done and all I'll have left is preparing for the biggest fashion show here. Huge venue, hundred models and 3 shows in 2 days!&lt;br /&gt;After that comes my long awaited vacation, well not really. I'm only going on vacation in july for about 2 months. Ahhh I can't wait ...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20357537-114559830771031024?l=luxandlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxandlove.blogspot.com/feeds/114559830771031024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20357537&amp;postID=114559830771031024&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20357537/posts/default/114559830771031024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20357537/posts/default/114559830771031024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxandlove.blogspot.com/2006/04/vacation-vacation-around-corner.html' title='Vacation Vacation Around The Corner'/><author><name>LUX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550847212149640254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/131/9111/320/getpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20357537.post-114529641624968272</id><published>2006-04-17T13:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T01:55:09.443-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Miami Has My Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Am sick. I have a bad cold thanx to this weather that keeps on switching from hot to cold. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;True to himself, A called on thursday afternoon at the exact time he said he would. He was on his way to work, and we talked for 45mns about ''the situation'', he said that this whole thing was crazy and I agreed with him but that he couldn't ignore the feeling he had when he first heard my voice. He also talked about divorce and how he would want to marry me right after and I couldn't believe that he was making plans telling me where we'd live ...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I was of course on cloud 9 when I hung up and went to work happy happy happy. He called again when I finished at 11 pm sharp (don' t u love a guy like that?) But I just tried to keep the conversation light because it's pointless to be talking about it every single time.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday night, we went to S701 then to CH, we had a blast there, full of guys who all wanted to buy us drinks. But we had fun and that's what counts!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I woke up yesterday sick as a dog, tried to rest after then went to the movies to see this movies for a second time. And today I'm sicker and I'm going to see the movie ...again.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;I'm waiting to hear from A, considering I can't call him or msg him, all I can do is wait...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20357537-114529641624968272?l=luxandlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxandlove.blogspot.com/feeds/114529641624968272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20357537&amp;postID=114529641624968272&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20357537/posts/default/114529641624968272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20357537/posts/default/114529641624968272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxandlove.blogspot.com/2006/04/miami-has-my-heart.html' title='Miami Has My Heart'/><author><name>LUX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550847212149640254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/131/9111/320/getpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20357537.post-114493458759450618</id><published>2006-04-13T07:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T01:55:09.367-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Married, but for how long?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Ok, now that I got that out of my system I can finally sit back and tell you what happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I was out with my gfs yesterday when at around 7:30 or so my phone rang and it was A. I pick up and quickly go outside because the music was so loud and I could barelly hear him. We start talking and get straight to the point, in his words this is how he said he felt when he hung up the phone with me that time: &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;I screwed him up in his head, he couldn't function, he wasn't able to work and everybody was asking him what was going on. He's questioning his marriage, thinks that he did a bad thing by getting married, that we should be together instead&lt;/span&gt;. And as if that wasn't enough, he said that even before the call, he did think about me a lot, mostly because he was so crazy about me when we were young that he can't just forget that. I asked him point blank. is that person the love of your life, the one that you see yourself with forever? He said NO. I say, well there's the answer to all your questions then but IF you're really happy then I'm really happy for you. And he laughed and said: well I can tell you the truth, I'm not happy, it's more of a I'm just settling situation. I tell him that I knew that the minute we started talking about this the first time. Then we talk about something else and go back to it again, he said that he couldn't live with himself knowing he hurt someone, and then asks me: so what should I do, divorce her and come marry you. I say, yes that's exactly what you should do. He tells me that he's very close to his mother, and that he can't wait to tell her how I'm back in his life, and to discuss everything because he wants her imput. Again, he asks me to come down to Miami and he'll take care of the hotel and all, because there's no way he can leave to go anywhere and we both really want to see each other. By then we had talked for 30mns or so, so we just decided that he was going to call me at 10 pm on his way home.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I go back to my friends with the biggest smile on my face and they're wondering why. After an hour or so, we decide to go have drinks at this new place. We get there and as we're about to go in, A calls again at exactly 10 pm. We start talking and he sounded different, I think he was trying to tell himself that this whole thing's just crazy and it is. I wanted to keep the conversation light but he said, oh u probably like the clean cut type of guy and I'm not like that. I was thinking, if you only knew... I ask him how tall he is now, 6'2 and handsome (he said). He doesn't need to tell me though, I know he is. Then for a few minutes I was just answering by yes or no, mostly because I was pissed off at the whole thing, because there's nothing I can do. So I tried to hang up and he asks, should I still call you tomorrow at 4? I say yes and we hang up, he was almost home anyway. But I didn't like the way we said bye so I msged him, &lt;/strong&gt;am kinda upset but I guess nothing's set in stone and I KNOW that you did feel something&lt;strong&gt;. He answers:&lt;/strong&gt; I'm not gonna lie, it does feel very weird i guess we'll have to wait and see cause after all it's all up to God and let's just hope for the best&lt;strong&gt;. I answer:&lt;/strong&gt; weird good or weird bad&lt;strong&gt;? Him:&lt;/strong&gt; if it was bad then we wouldn't be talking I try to stay away from bad things u know&lt;strong&gt;. Me:&lt;/strong&gt; Oh well I know it's good, we'll talk tomorrow but think about it, everything happens for a reason.&lt;strong&gt; Him:&lt;/strong&gt; you're soooo cute&lt;strong&gt;,&lt;/strong&gt; for sure we'll talk tomorrow&lt;strong&gt;. I don't answer and 5 mns later he msgs me:&lt;/strong&gt; she's here!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And that was all last night. To get my mind of the whole thing, we went to W with some new guyfriends and had a blast.Today I'm having lunch with N (my very very good friend), she's finally back from India and I can't wait to see her and hear what she has to say about this whole thing. It's driving me crazy and I would've gotten over it if he hadn't called and told me that HE felt something. At least, I wasn't dreaming it. It's for REAL...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20357537-114493458759450618?l=luxandlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxandlove.blogspot.com/feeds/114493458759450618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20357537&amp;postID=114493458759450618&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20357537/posts/default/114493458759450618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20357537/posts/default/114493458759450618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxandlove.blogspot.com/2006/04/married-but-for-how-long.html' title='Married, but for how long?'/><author><name>LUX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550847212149640254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/131/9111/320/getpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20357537.post-114485118965754345</id><published>2006-04-12T08:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T01:55:09.296-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls Gone Wild</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Wednesday afternoon, as I was about to start work when V msged saying that she's with some gfs at our usual hang out place. It was very hot outside and I really didn't feel like being stuck inside but I couldn't bail out at the last minute. Luckly, I couldn't print out the document I needed to work with in the afternoon so it was pointless of me to stay for nothing. I ended up leaving after an hour and went to meet V. By then the other girls had left so we just sat at the terrasse her and I, all afternoon. Some guys from the table across from us, sent the waitress over to us with drinks and business cards, on one of them was written Call Me Now. I look up at the guy who has been staring at me all afternoon and he's saying call me. I dial his number with *67 (i learned my lesson from the kid), I thank him for the drinks but then it was stupid to be talking on the phone while he's sitting at the table across from us so he got up and came to sit down next to me for a couple of minutes. Seemed nice, invited us to their club last night; I said maybe we'll stop by and he went back to join his friends. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2278/1993/1600/ggw_bts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2278/1993/320/ggw_bts.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot to mention that Y who is always confessing his love to me and 10 other girls, at the same time was there too. In front of everybody he starts hugging me so tight that my sunglasses fell down!!!! Then he's screaming I adore this girl, I just adore her and turns to V and tells her that with me, it's real love (yeah right).&lt;br /&gt;R&amp;amp; C along with their friend H joined us after. The girls were up to no good, because as soon as they sat down R spotted Y and his friend and screamed out to me that his friend was gorgeous. And C saw the call me now guy and wanted him. I briefed them on what happened so far and as H got up to go to the washroom C told us that he says he isn't gay, yet he has full make up on with bronzer and lip gloss and a few days ago, as he saw her putting make up on, he asked her:&lt;br /&gt;what bronzer do you use?? Terracotta.., What number? euh number 10!, really? I use number 20!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;So we've been calling him Terracotta number 20. And me of course in my tipsy state all I could think about was that and I was trying to not make it so obvious to him.&lt;br /&gt;After a couple of hours, more guy friends joined us. But we wanted to leave to go have dinner with the guys from the table across. So we got rid of our friends and went to meet the others. On our way to the restaurant we got lost and ended up in front of this place that we thought was the actual restaurant. We were all in cars following each other and driving around. Most of us were kind of drunk, so drunk actually that R was about to hit V's car and V almost hit another car!!! The guy at the door comes to talk to us and R asks him if it's P restaurant. He says no and that it's a private club, she then asks him if we can go in, because we're all girls and we re rich, he says: yeah I can tell, you're all driving nice cars. But in reality, she didn't care about going in, she just thought he was cute and wanted to kiss him!!!!!!!. Before he could say anything else, we drove off and finally found the place. We go in and it's a very very nice japanese restaurant with a fushia wall behind the bar and nice dark wood, tables and chairs. We sit down and they order drinks for us, we hang out for an hour or so and then decide to leave, pretending we have to go change before going to the club. We instead drive around a bit and then go home, by then it was already 1am and I was dead tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20357537-114485118965754345?l=luxandlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxandlove.blogspot.com/feeds/114485118965754345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20357537&amp;postID=114485118965754345&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20357537/posts/default/114485118965754345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20357537/posts/default/114485118965754345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxandlove.blogspot.com/2006/04/girls-gone-wild.html' title='Girls Gone Wild'/><author><name>LUX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550847212149640254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/131/9111/320/getpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20357537.post-114436257632220530</id><published>2006-04-06T18:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T01:55:09.168-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Childhood Boyfriend Still Likes ME</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today, I got a call from my friend H. Apparently the number he gave me was wrong because A changed it a while ago. I write it down and msg A right after. 20 mns later I get a msg from him,: Hi L, wow, what a surprise, how u been? can I call u or r u busy?. My heart beating like never before, I quickly answer, call me. Right away my phone rings and with me picking up came back 1000 memories. I was so speechless but thank God he did all the talking. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2278/1993/1600/48578_776481270_44122_312232613_139405_sj84icfabie2u6kwdsmfa2555bvnt6_12_H180015_L.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="259" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2278/1993/320/48578_776481270_44122_312232613_139405_sj84icfabie2u6kwdsmfa2555bvnt6_12_H180015_L.jpg" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;How surpised he was, how happy he was and how he remembers everything and still thinks of me...a lot.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We talk for a bit and then he tells me that he just got married, first thing that comes out of my mouth is ,Couldn't you wait.??? He asks me if I'm married I say no I'm very very single (!!!). I can tell that he still felt something it was soo obvious. We keep on talking about him moving to Miami, me living here and then he said that he was out on the balcony and that he had to go back in and hang out with the wife or else she was going to throw a fit!!! He asked when he can call me, day or night? I said it doesn't matter, because honestly I just want to talk to him. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I WANT HIM...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20357537-114436257632220530?l=luxandlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxandlove.blogspot.com/feeds/114436257632220530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20357537&amp;postID=114436257632220530&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20357537/posts/default/114436257632220530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20357537/posts/default/114436257632220530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxandlove.blogspot.com/2006/04/my-childhood-boyfriend-still-likes-me.html' title='My Childhood Boyfriend Still Likes ME'/><author><name>LUX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550847212149640254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/131/9111/320/getpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20357537.post-114403528687910791</id><published>2006-04-02T22:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T01:55:09.041-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy Is As Crazy Does</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So the week-end's over and for the&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;first time in a while, my sunday has been pretty ok. Friday night, I was in bed and Y msged me how happy he was to see me,... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last night, I went for dinner with my sis, V and her sis. Then we went to L (new place) that V's cousin rented to celebrate her bday. It wasn't packed but most of the crowd was guys. We had our own table of 6 girls with our own bottles and it was great. Around the end, we got bored so we decided to walk to M that was closing in ten minutes. We get in of course, it's packed and V goes straight to her bf who's talking to some girl. She bumps into him then goes to the bathroom!!!! All the meanwhile I can barelly walk and I'm wearing a super short dress!!!! We hang out for a bit and once done, none of us girls wanted to go home, so we decide to get in the car and try to find cute boys at 3 :30 in the morning. We drive around like crazy, guys everywhere but nobody worth it. Then at a stoplight, these guys in the car next to us, start waving their arms and one gets his head out of the window and starts screaming his phone number to me. He was super cute.&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2278/1993/1600/title2_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2278/1993/320/title2_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I take down the number and stupid me call him without dialing *67 first. We all stop and they get out of the car and come talk to us. They looked very young so I asked him how old he was, his answer was sooo stupid that I couldn't help laughing at his face. It was something like this: I'm 19 but my friend's older he's 20!!!!!!!!!!!! I then tried to get rid of them and they wouldn t leave, luck being on my side these days, cops drove by and the little guys had to leave because it turned out that we were all parked in the cops' spot. Good thing they were pretty nice, since V was the driver and she was drunk just like the rest of us. After an hour or so, I finally got home. Not without having the little kid call my cell (stupid,stupid me) about 5 times. And have him msg me on my phone when I was in bed: thanx 4 makin my night gorgeous. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today after waking up at around 1:30pm, i get a msg from the little kid saying good afternoon sunshine (why, why why????). Then one from V's bf, begging me to help him get back with her. Then Mo called and we talked for a while, he again mentioned us doing something so I hope it works out. But I was so nervous for some reason, just like I was when I met him the other day. Right after a friend of mine I haven t seen in a while because he travels so much msged me. After him, R called wanting to go for a drink and enjoy the weather, maybe meet guys also. But I decided not to go and instead went to the movies; saw Inside Man and had a good time.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As for my elementary crush, I'm pretty sure his wife got the msg!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20357537-114403528687910791?l=luxandlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxandlove.blogspot.com/feeds/114403528687910791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20357537&amp;postID=114403528687910791&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20357537/posts/default/114403528687910791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20357537/posts/default/114403528687910791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxandlove.blogspot.com/2006/04/crazy-is-as-crazy-does.html' title='Crazy Is As Crazy Does'/><author><name>LUX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550847212149640254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/131/9111/320/getpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20357537.post-114388316557754532</id><published>2006-04-01T03:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T01:55:08.974-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What Is Going On????</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2278/1993/1600/who"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2278/1993/320/who%27s%20%20next.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ok this is serious. When all this first started to happen, I thought it was a funny coincidence. But now, it's getting too much. It's like everybody from my past, is coming back one way or the other.Let me explain what exactly happened.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today, V and I were going to see my doctor for my possibly broken toe. On our way there we decide to stop for lunch, as we were going into the restaurant we meet a friend of mine that I've known for 20yrs. He comes to have lunch with us, and while talking I find out that he is the cousin of this boy I had a crush on when I was 9 or 10. We were like bf-gf back then, totally crazy about each other. But he switched schools and we didn't see each other until we were both 16,at a party and we finally got to kiss. But I left the party without saying bye or anything and that was it until today.H (my friend) then tells me that A (ex crush),now lives in Miami and is married; yet he offers to give me his number. I take the number, save it and text A with the funniest msg ever:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span &gt;hey it's L from elementary school, H gave me ur number, Long time no see, hope u re doing great.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Very stupid/ innocent in case the wife reads it. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now here's where it gets creepy, just 2 wks ago I had a dream where we were talking or something (A and I) and since that day I've been trying to find him on the internet,but nothing until today when I met H!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! What would you call this?????&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As if that wasn't enough, tonight, despite my limp, we go to W, but I wasn't in the mood for it so we decide to go meet my sister's friend at M. Once there I find out that her friend is there with this guy who I used to ''hang out'' with at clubs a year or two ago. And we kissed so many times I can't even count them!!!!!!!!! The guy, Y, goes crazy when he sees me, and can't stop kissing my face and telling people how much he adores and loves me. How happy he is to see me and how he can't let me go without getting my number because we absolutely have to go out for &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dinner!!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;People, I AM FREAKING OUT. Who am I gonna see or hear from next????? First there was the ex that I don't talk about sending me the email a week after I had told my sister that I have a feeling he's going to get in touch with me. Then it's the other ex, following me on the street, then it's my crush from when I was a kid that I hear news about, then it's Y tonight, from a year ago!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;All this in about week&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm telling you, I really wonder who's going to be next.!!! Bets anyone????&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20357537-114388316557754532?l=luxandlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxandlove.blogspot.com/feeds/114388316557754532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20357537&amp;postID=114388316557754532&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20357537/posts/default/114388316557754532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20357537/posts/default/114388316557754532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxandlove.blogspot.com/2006/04/what-is-going-on.html' title='What Is Going On????'/><author><name>LUX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550847212149640254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/131/9111/320/getpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20357537.post-114382004588842806</id><published>2006-03-31T10:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T01:55:08.911-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mo Situation</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yesterday while I was home nursing my very possible broken toe, I emailed Mo (ex from the day before). Here's what I wrote&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;i just wanna give u my email address in case i misplace ur card and we d have to wait to meet coincidently 2 yrs from now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;2 mns later I get a reply&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: It was really good seeing you after all these years. We'll keep in touch aiiight?? we could go out and chill... I noticed that you changed your perfume, u know, u used to put that man's perfume... hmmm I forgot the name... Anyways, talk to u soon ciao bella!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I answer with this&lt;/strong&gt;: i forgot to give u my number. we should definitly meet up sooner rather than later. and i can t believe u remembered the cologne i used to wear. le male by jean paul gaultier. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A minute later, I get a msg on my phone saying: &lt;/strong&gt;hello it's jpg, now you have my number 2. &lt;strong&gt;I answer with&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: u're so quick, it's crazy :) I like it. &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He then sends me a wink.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now starts the oh so dreaded process of waiting for him to call to ask me out. Not that I can do much going out these days since I'm literally limping. Today I went back to work, I can't afford taking days off, already that I didn't do anything yesterday and I was feeling so bad about it. I'm also supposed to be working saturday and sunday all day, but V's driving me to the doctor in a couple of hours and I'm hoping to get a note from him saying that I can't do much. This way I can enjoy my week end...at home (hopefully somewhere else too).&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20357537-114382004588842806?l=luxandlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxandlove.blogspot.com/feeds/114382004588842806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20357537&amp;postID=114382004588842806&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20357537/posts/default/114382004588842806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20357537/posts/default/114382004588842806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxandlove.blogspot.com/2006/03/mo-situation.html' title='Mo Situation'/><author><name>LUX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550847212149640254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/131/9111/320/getpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20357537.post-114373912347204668</id><published>2006-03-30T11:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T01:55:08.846-04:00</updated><title type='text'>More Chaos</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;So we get to the terrasse, the hostess is taking us to our table when someone calls up my name and it's my ex's (the one i don t talk about) friend. I say hi and do the small polite talk then go sit at our table. We order drinks and talk for hours before R and her friend C join us. By then I was tipsy because I hadn't had lunch befire and with a couple drinks I was done. We have more drink while laughing and making jokes, then C gets a call from a friend who was at this hot bar across the street of the one we were at, so we decide to go. We get there and it's not packed or anything but I notice that C's friend was with my friends, very good friends actually. By then I was a bit more than tipsy and super hyper for some reason. I say hi to my friends and they're wondering why I'm in such a good mood, R jumps in and says that the nice weather makes us happy (yeah right). Then M (from previous post, who was at W) comes to say hi and what do I do? I turn to my friend A and tell him ughh this guy is so stuck up!!!!!!!!!! M of course offended, turns and leaves before I can say anything else. We then sit and hang out for an hour or so before all of us decide that it's time to leave. But the night didn't end there. In the car, R sees a cute guy doing the line up to go in some irish bar, she asks him to come talk to her. He obeys. After 5 mns, she decides that he s cute and starts kissing him. The poor guy didn't understand what was going on nor did his friends. He had his head in the car through the window and some strange girl was kissing him. Once done, we leave only to have R drive around again to make out with the guy some more.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After 10 mns, we finally leave and I finally get home, drunk but safe. My head was turning and for some reason I started playing with my sister's dog and lo' and behold' I bump into the wall and tragically hurt my pinky toe. I damn the dog and go to bed limping. At 4:30 in the morning I wake up and notice that my toe's swollen and kinda blue. Not able to walk, I just stay home for the day, and just my luck, my phone doesn't stop ringing all day long.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20357537-114373912347204668?l=luxandlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxandlove.blogspot.com/feeds/114373912347204668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20357537&amp;postID=114373912347204668&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20357537/posts/default/114373912347204668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20357537/posts/default/114373912347204668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxandlove.blogspot.com/2006/03/more-chaos.html' title='More Chaos'/><author><name>LUX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550847212149640254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/131/9111/320/getpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20357537.post-114372937334394621</id><published>2006-03-30T09:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T01:55:08.763-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Chaos</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Can someone remind me to never say I'm bored. Ever again. I couldn't sleep last night, been up since 4:30am. Yesterday was full of events, what am I saying, it was chaotic.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;At around 4pm V and I decide to go shopping and enjoy the sunny afternoon. Once done, we wanted to have a drink somewhere. I had spoken to my friend R and she said she was gonna meet us later with a friend of hers.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We get out the car and start walking when I saw my ex from probably 6 yrs ago talking on the phone. He looked gorgeous. I tell V to not look his way and as we walk past him I can tell he's looking at me. As we were about to cross the street, she starts telling me that he was looking at me straight in the eye (i had shades on), that's when I felt like someone was behind us. He followed us. He bumped into me on purpose and said so L you snob me now?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me, lying of course, I say...ohh hiiii, I didn t see you, how are you?. He then kisses me hi and hugs me and I'm thinking he's so cute and he followed me!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We talk for a bit, he asks to see my eyes and then comments about how we meet just like that on the street every couple of years. Then he asked me if the next time we see other it's going to be a coincidence again. I said yes and giggled like a school girl (wat the F???), totally ignorant of the fact that he wanted to exchange numbers or something. Because right after, he gave me his business card and I said that I wasn't going to call him (!!!!!) He laughed and said that I should email him then. I giggled, he laughed,we hugged and he left.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;V then went on and on about how nervous I was and it shows when I start giggling but that I was cute and he was gorgeous. Yes he was. He changed so much. Last time I saw him, he was soo young, still going to college. Just different. Now he's an accountant for a big firm, is dressed to kill and carries a briefcase. So weird.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'll tell the rest of the story later.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20357537-114372937334394621?l=luxandlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxandlove.blogspot.com/feeds/114372937334394621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20357537&amp;postID=114372937334394621&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20357537/posts/default/114372937334394621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20357537/posts/default/114372937334394621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxandlove.blogspot.com/2006/03/chaos.html' title='Chaos'/><author><name>LUX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550847212149640254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/131/9111/320/getpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20357537.post-114357727259407301</id><published>2006-03-28T15:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T01:55:08.698-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Boring, Bored and Boredom</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The sun is shining on my back as am typing this post. I really don't have anything new to tell you guys. It's a bummer I know, but what can you do?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I stopped reading the horoscope this week, I don't believe in it anymore. For the past month or so it's been saying that I'm gonna meet the man of my dreams blah blah blah and nothing happened, so I figured I'm not gonna read it anymore since it's not happening. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Am so bored that I've been making friends from back home through the net, it's mostly people I've already seen before or went to school with when I was still there. To tell you the truth I'm just trying to find ways to talk to people, make friends,... Am soooo bored.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm supposed to go this club tonight for a 3 yrs anniversary, but it's not for sure yet. I'll let you guys know if anything happens.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20357537-114357727259407301?l=luxandlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxandlove.blogspot.com/feeds/114357727259407301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20357537&amp;postID=114357727259407301&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20357537/posts/default/114357727259407301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20357537/posts/default/114357727259407301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxandlove.blogspot.com/2006/03/boring-bored-and-boredom.html' title='Boring, Bored and Boredom'/><author><name>LUX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550847212149640254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/131/9111/320/getpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20357537.post-114352097069666874</id><published>2006-03-27T23:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T01:55:08.629-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Same Old, Same Old</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's monday night, I finished late tonight ( still working on that big fashion show, am tired and I have a stomachache). My week end was good. Friday I was up from 7am until about 4am the next day. The show was not as good as I was expecting it to be. The guys were cute and the girls were bitchy but hey what's new, right? When it finished everybody went to the after party but true to myself I went to W, where I had a blast. Considering I was looking pretty hot, it couldn't have been anything but a blast.Saturday, I went shopping before going to work, then had a quite night at home with tons of movies. The best plan ever, since I'm pretty much bored of everything these days. I woke up rested and in a great mood to do some more shopping. The weather was beautiful, I could barelly keep my clothes on. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The dentist was calling all week planning on coming down to visit but since I didn't answer, he decided not to. Thank God. I'm in no mood to deal with guys these days. Seriously.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20357537-114352097069666874?l=luxandlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxandlove.blogspot.com/feeds/114352097069666874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20357537&amp;postID=114352097069666874&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20357537/posts/default/114352097069666874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20357537/posts/default/114352097069666874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxandlove.blogspot.com/2006/03/same-old-same-old.html' title='Same Old, Same Old'/><author><name>LUX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550847212149640254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/131/9111/320/getpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20357537.post-114321420502103635</id><published>2006-03-24T10:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T01:55:08.439-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ex Files</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2278/1993/1600/Poster_7273.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="232" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2278/1993/320/Poster_7273.jpg" width="232" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After a very long day yesterday, I checked my emails and found one from friendster or something like that. In fact, it was my ex (the one I don't talk about) that sent me a friend request, I later accepted it, after much thinking. He had sent me one a long time ago but I rejected it. I wonder what this is all about. I don't really wanna be friends with him.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tonight I'm helping a friend out for her show, a bunch of us girls will be there, we all kinda know eachother. It's supposed to be fun, so we'll see what's gonna happen.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In the meantime, I can't wait to go out after the show, you all know how much I love friday nights at W.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wink, wink...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20357537-114321420502103635?l=luxandlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxandlove.blogspot.com/feeds/114321420502103635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20357537&amp;postID=114321420502103635&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20357537/posts/default/114321420502103635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20357537/posts/default/114321420502103635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxandlove.blogspot.com/2006/03/ex-files.html' title='The Ex Files'/><author><name>LUX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550847212149640254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/131/9111/320/getpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20357537.post-114299694543894318</id><published>2006-03-21T21:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T01:55:08.375-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Where is the LOVE???</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Today I've been kind of depressed. I actually cried this morning. And this whole sadness thing just hit me out of nowhere. Maybe because nothing's happening in the romantic area of my life and that gets to me. No matter how good everything else is, I just don't feel right if there isn't love around. And right now, there isn't. You hear abour Dr Phil talking about how a relationship shouldn't define you, but in my case it would. And truth to be told, I have absolutely no problem with it. I feel better when I'm loved and cared about by someone other than my family or friends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2278/1993/1600/44801_159766793_137691_ok65oyzv8cwe5fgpr8d2m4gng4jm5e_bougies_flottantes_H133320_L.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="267" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2278/1993/320/44801_159766793_137691_ok65oyzv8cwe5fgpr8d2m4gng4jm5e_bougies_flottantes_H133320_L.jpg" width="194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Someone like a boyfriend. What does that say about me??? A lot I'm sure, and I know it all. What gets to me is that there is nothing nowhere, or rather nobody, nowhere. There isn't even a hint of a possibility. Nope, there is...nothing, nada,nichts, niente, and it goes on and on in all the other languages. I don't know what to do anymore and I'm sooo tired of people asking how come I don't have a boyfriend and me saying I don't know. And they just don't believe that I'm single and think that I'm lying or something. Go figure!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I think my problem's that I'm looking for something or someone that doesn't exist. Too many movies, too many romance novels and you start thinking that love is always perfect and nothing less is worth it. I want mr perfect, yet I know that I myself am not perfect, but I want HIM to be. How crazy is that, really??? Does that even make sense??? Should I demand something I can't offer myself??? When I think about it, I'm really not looking for something out of the ordinary, I know it. It's not like I'm thinking I want a millionaire and I want him to be flying me around the world or buying me huge yellow diamond rings. Nooo, I'm not like that. It has more to do with the inside and to me that's the hardest thing to find. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What do you all think?? Are there any girls out there in the same situation? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20357537-114299694543894318?l=luxandlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxandlove.blogspot.com/feeds/114299694543894318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20357537&amp;postID=114299694543894318&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20357537/posts/default/114299694543894318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20357537/posts/default/114299694543894318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxandlove.blogspot.com/2006/03/where-is-love.html' title='Where is the LOVE???'/><author><name>LUX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550847212149640254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/131/9111/320/getpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20357537.post-114295219904932290</id><published>2006-03-21T09:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T01:55:08.251-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Showtime!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2278/1993/1600/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2278/1993/320/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The show was yesterday and it was fabulous. Around 700 people were there, lots of celebs and it was chaos backstage. With a camera crew filming everything raw to be shown at the afterparty and on tv. I was on my best behavior, most of the time anyway. But overall everything went smoothly. I always wish fashion shows would last longer, at least long enough to be worth all the work that is put in them. But what can you do!&lt;br /&gt;After the show, I has just hanging out with my family and my friend N. The VIP area was so cozy I couldn't get myself to get up and leave. But ultimatly we did leave only to go to the afterparty at W!!!! We sat there for a while just talking and having a drink, but I couldn't stay late because I was soooo tired and just wanted to go to bed.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;ps: As promised you guys get to see a pic from backstage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20357537-114295219904932290?l=luxandlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxandlove.blogspot.com/feeds/114295219904932290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20357537&amp;postID=114295219904932290&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20357537/posts/default/114295219904932290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20357537/posts/default/114295219904932290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxandlove.blogspot.com/2006/03/showtime.html' title='Showtime!'/><author><name>LUX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550847212149640254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/131/9111/320/getpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20357537.post-114281137608804687</id><published>2006-03-19T17:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T01:55:08.184-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Strut</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2278/1993/1600/mv4z5s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2278/1993/320/mv4z5s.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Well well well it's sunday today and I'm feeling so relaxed. Maybe because I slept for so long last night.&lt;br /&gt;Friday, after a very long day, my best friend N and I decide to go for a drink somewhere really cheap and dirty just the two of us. We're already downtown, but it's jam packed everywhere since it's St Patrick and there are major line ups at every pub. After about 10mns, we finally find a bar called Jumbo's that looks pretty irish from the outside, we take a look at the inside and it's clean. We go in, go to the bar try to get the barman's attention and order 2 gin tonics. The crowd is older which means no drunk school kids. We're looking for a spot where to sit and there's only one stool in front of us. N gets another one and we end up sitting behing these guys who lo' and behold are Uni kids.I start telling her about my date when they introduce themselves and ask to buy us shots. N and I look at each other and say ok. We bought the 1st drinks, that's enough for one night. I then resume my conversation with N... we order 2 more drinks and then other irish guys buy us 2 more rounds all the while N and I are cracking up and she's telling me how she thinks that H guy is stupid. She knows him. My sister joins us and we drink some more. By the time we left I was kinda drunk and we decide to go to W, but stop by our place to change. At W, it's happening and there's more drinking. Unfortunatly I have to wake up early the next day so we decide to leave at 2am and once home I felt sooo sick I couldn't sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Next morning I wake up at 7:30am feeling very very sick. Get dressed quickly and run out of the door. I get to work at 8:30am, everybody's working already getting everything ready for fittings. Models start coming in and there's a lot of running around all day until around 5pm when I finally finished. All this time, I didn't even sit down to eat and I was feeling like I was going to faint at any minute. Thang God it didn't happen and I did such a great job that people were talking about me and how impressed they were. That was the point!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Now tomorrow's DDAY I start early and finish late. I'm so excited, I'll tell you guys all about it after the show :) Heck I'll be nice and even post some pictures&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Wish me luck dahhlings!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20357537-114281137608804687?l=luxandlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxandlove.blogspot.com/feeds/114281137608804687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20357537&amp;postID=114281137608804687&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20357537/posts/default/114281137608804687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20357537/posts/default/114281137608804687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxandlove.blogspot.com/2006/03/strut.html' title='Strut'/><author><name>LUX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550847212149640254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/131/9111/320/getpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20357537.post-114257063678003697</id><published>2006-03-16T23:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T01:55:08.120-04:00</updated><title type='text'>1st Date With H</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;After almost a week, H &amp; I finally went on a date. We were actually supposed to meet yesterday, but I cancelled at the last minute because I couldn't find anything to wear. Instead, we just talked on the phone and decided that we're going to meet today no matter what. So, this afternoon while I was busy figuring out the dresses I was working on for so long and that were driving me crazy, I got a msg from H saying that we should definitly meet today at 6:30pm. Euhhh!!!!??? That's too early. I suggest 7:30pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I finished around 5pm, got home half hour later. Went straight to take a shower, got out, had 2 slices of very yummy pizza (homemade, but not by me) quickly dried my hair.&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2278/1993/1600/0824_val-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 154px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 191px" height="245" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2278/1993/320/0824_val-01.jpg" width="204" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The initial plan was to have it wavy with volume but that didn't work out. Surprisingly it took me a while to find something to wear, only to end up with what I had on in the begining. But I added boots and my super nice C bag. Was somewhat satisfied with the result as I don't like to look overdone nor do I like to look underdressed. Just enough effort. Sprayed some perfume on and was out of the door, by the time he picked me up, it was 7:36pm. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;We went to this really cool place I went with M to, about a month ago. Dim lighting, nice red '60s round chairs, very mellow music and big screen playing old movies. At first, he sat across the table from me and I sat with my legs crossed to the side and had my arms crossed but then I thought that I was probably not giving the right signals (thanx Dr Phil) so I tried to uncross my arms. I had iced tea, he had lychee martini (!!!!).We talked but every now and then he'd just go somewhere in his head (I could tell). I thought he was bored but he later said that he sometimes starts thinking about work. I told him that if he's out with me, his mind better be there too. He laughed.On our second drink, gin tonic for me another lychee martini for him (!!!); he stood up and came to sit down next to me. He then put his arm around my shoulders and was telling me about what he likes and dislikes.... Later on, he kissed my hand and I laughed for a minute because it was too cheesy. Couple of hours later he asked for the check, took it from the waitress and made sure to turn away from me in order to pay. Which I have to admit was winning him points because there's nothing I hate more than guys who bring out their money right in front of you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;We get in the car and while driving he tells me that I'm nothing like he thought I would be (no!!! really?). Apparently I'm like a Barbie. With the exception that I'm smart. Alrighty then. And that he's very impressed. (Guess I passed the test)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;We get to my place and I'm about to get out of the car and he says to call him. I tell him that there's no protocole here, that if he feels like calling me he should just do it. He says that he likes my way of thinking, I answer by saying that I'm cool like that. I kiss him bye on the cheeks and leave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Update: As soon as I got in bed, I got a text msg from H. No goodnight?.Couple of minutes later, he called to wish me goodnight with the have a great day tomorrow. We then talked about the week end and he mentioned that he had a training sunday at 8am but that he can go out sat, until 1am (hint hint). He said to call him Friday night when I finish work, but once again, I told him to just call me when he finishes his training at 10pm. Go figure what this guy wants!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20357537-114257063678003697?l=luxandlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxandlove.blogspot.com/feeds/114257063678003697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20357537&amp;postID=114257063678003697&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20357537/posts/default/114257063678003697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20357537/posts/default/114257063678003697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxandlove.blogspot.com/2006/03/1st-date-with-h.html' title='1st Date With H'/><author><name>LUX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550847212149640254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/131/9111/320/getpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20357537.post-114244243481402027</id><published>2006-03-15T11:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T01:55:07.986-04:00</updated><title type='text'>H...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm so glad it's already wednesday. Although this friday I won't be going out, I have fittings at 8am the next day for Fashion Week that starts monday.  The show I'm working at opens the week so it's a big deal. Lots of press... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This week H &amp; I have been msging and talking on the phone. Sometimes he emails me from work. He's a project engineer for a really big company. My exboyfriend (the one I don't like to talk about) is an engineer too. M, the one who got on my nerves does civil engineering. It's all engineers. It's like I have this thing that only attracts engineers for some reason. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Back to H, I told him yesterday that he looks familiar for some reason and he didn't say anything but I know that he knows who I am. His ex girlfriend was my ex boyfriend's really good friend at Uni. And H and my ex lived in the same building. So I really, really doubt that he has no clue who I am!!! Also, the fact that I know that he cheated on his ex (she told my ex) makes me a bit annoyed. But I figured I can't judge him on that only. Or can I?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20357537-114244243481402027?l=luxandlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxandlove.blogspot.com/feeds/114244243481402027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20357537&amp;postID=114244243481402027&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20357537/posts/default/114244243481402027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20357537/posts/default/114244243481402027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxandlove.blogspot.com/2006/03/h.html' title='H...'/><author><name>LUX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550847212149640254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/131/9111/320/getpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20357537.post-114230195844443808</id><published>2006-03-13T20:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T01:55:07.852-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nothing's worse than starting off the week with a rainy day. It's depressing and bad for the hair.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The week-end however was great, or at least most of it. Friday at W was amazing. Lots of friends there, had too many drinks and too much fun. All of us. Some of us did things we weren't too proud of the next day but it's alright...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2278/1993/1600/34.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 203px" height="146" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2278/1993/320/34.jpg" width="239" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday V was having problems with her boyfriend lil P. So we decided to have a girls night out and went to dinner at M knowing perfectly well that her bf was going to show up with his friends. It was by far the most boring night, mainly because it was like V was a statue. She barelly talked or moved. It was just boring, boring, boring. So boring that I left early. Since when does that happen???&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have a feeling this week's going to be a long one. Tonight I'm supposed to go out with H, whom I met at W; couple weeks ago. But I'm not so sure about that, I don't like to go out when it's raining. But then again you never know.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'll keep you guys posted...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Update: Instead of going out, I went to bed with Joaquin Phoenix, well it was more a movie he was in but still... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20357537-114230195844443808?l=luxandlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxandlove.blogspot.com/feeds/114230195844443808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20357537&amp;postID=114230195844443808&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20357537/posts/default/114230195844443808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20357537/posts/default/114230195844443808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxandlove.blogspot.com/2006/03/rain.html' title='Rain'/><author><name>LUX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550847212149640254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/131/9111/320/getpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20357537.post-114170492833508328</id><published>2006-03-06T22:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T01:55:07.588-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Emotional Failures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2278/1993/1600/love1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 190px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 128px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="164" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2278/1993/320/love1.jpg" width="281" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I think I'm going crazy. Or maybe the lack of romance is getting to me. I just finished watching The Notebook. I've seen it before so I knew what to expect, but still...&lt;br /&gt;Am so annoyed. I go out I meet guys but they're all wrong, wrong wrong. I'm tired of meeting the wrong ones while looking for the right one. WHERE IS HE??? Come on, how much longer do I still have to do this for? And I can't lock myself up at home and not go out because with that goes my chance of meeting him all together. Yet, I'm just tired of going out and not finding him.&lt;br /&gt;I also have a hard time believing that all the guys I dated were wrong. That not even one could have been the right one. But at the same time, wouldn't it be stupid if I actually did have the right one and let him go??&lt;br /&gt;If you're single and you take a moment to think about the people you dated in the past, you might decide to stick with the good memories; just like you might decide to remember the bad ones.No matter how you want to look at it, there is no denial. The list of names doesn't prove how good looking, smart, funny and great you are. No. It just proves how many failures you've got. Emotional failures but failures, still.&lt;br /&gt;And once you realize that, you're ready to make a change and not fail at something that should be so easy yet seems so hard. Because it is easy to love. It just seems hard at first since a lot of people don't want to work at it. I am not talking about hard labor work, no. Because it shouldn't be extra hard. What I'm talking about is, working towards the same goal and sharing the same love.&lt;br /&gt;And if you've got those two ingredients then you're without a doubt, love's best chef.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20357537-114170492833508328?l=luxandlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxandlove.blogspot.com/feeds/114170492833508328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20357537&amp;postID=114170492833508328&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20357537/posts/default/114170492833508328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20357537/posts/default/114170492833508328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxandlove.blogspot.com/2006/03/emotional-failures.html' title='Emotional Failures'/><author><name>LUX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550847212149640254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/131/9111/320/getpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20357537.post-114170323118208109</id><published>2006-03-06T22:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T01:55:07.521-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Come On Baby Light My Fire</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2278/1993/1600/firefighter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2278/1993/320/firefighter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Today, one of the models called to confirm for a practice in the evening. He mentioned that he was going to be late because he wanted to go home, change, then come to the meeting. I told him that we already picked him and it wouldn't matter what he was wearing. But he said that he wasn't going to be confortable and that he had to get out of his uniform. Just out of curiosity I asked him what kind of job he does, his answer..."Am a firefighter". For a minute, my heart stopped and I couldn't talk, until he said "Are you there?". I couldn't believe it. I've always had a thing for firefighters and it was just too crazy that he was one.&lt;br /&gt;He then asked if he should bring anything, like flowers or chocolate, for picking him. I said no just bring yourself and keep that stuff for your girlfriend, to which he answered " Oh, I don't have one".&lt;br /&gt;I asked him how old he was and with that came the disapointment. He was 21&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20357537-114170323118208109?l=luxandlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxandlove.blogspot.com/feeds/114170323118208109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20357537&amp;postID=114170323118208109&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20357537/posts/default/114170323118208109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20357537/posts/default/114170323118208109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxandlove.blogspot.com/2006/03/come-on-baby-light-my-fire.html' title='Come On Baby Light My Fire'/><author><name>LUX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550847212149640254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/131/9111/320/getpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20357537.post-114167921130704578</id><published>2006-03-06T15:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T01:55:07.456-04:00</updated><title type='text'>GORGEOUS X 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2278/1993/1600/Ln4kjOg_joaquin3.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2278/1993/320/Ln4kjOg_joaquin3.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Back to reality. The week end passes by so fast, it always seems like it's just a couple of hours when in fact it's a couple of days.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday night as usual we went to W. A bunch of girlfriends of mine were going as well and it seemed like it was going to be fun. My sis and I got there around 1am, everybody was already there waiting for us. My friend N, was already out of it and she kept on introducing me to different guys. Everybody was offering drinks and&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I was there for barelly 5mns. It was really packed and we all wanted to have fun which we did.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2278/1993/1600/wok7pyd_ebana1.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2278/1993/320/wok7pyd_ebana1.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We danced, drank, and drank some more. Everybody was super friendly and in a good mood. After a while this guy who was somebody's friend started to talk to me and after a few minutes I figured out who he was. H, was my ex boyfriend's friend's exboyfriend. They broke up a while ago. He asked me out for saturday and we exchanged numbers at the end of the night.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;By the time we left W, I was so smashed it took me the whole next day to finally feel a bit better. When I got home, lil P (V's bf) called asking where I went that night because him and the guys ended up going to B thinking that I'd be there!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The next day I couldn't eat anything, I was trying to get over my hang over.Nevertheless at night, we went for dinner at M with V, her bf lil P, his friend A (looser) my sis and I. Then O1 came after, and so did P and the crew.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It was fun mainly because I was kinda still drunk and was in a great mood.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When I was getting ready to go to M, H, from W called asking me out but no can do. Yesterday he sent me a couple msgs. I was too busy drooling over &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Joaquin Phoenix and Eric Bana&lt;/span&gt; at the Oscars.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This morning I woke up to a text msg from N&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;who's still away!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20357537-114167921130704578?l=luxandlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxandlove.blogspot.com/feeds/114167921130704578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20357537&amp;postID=114167921130704578&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20357537/posts/default/114167921130704578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20357537/posts/default/114167921130704578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxandlove.blogspot.com/2006/03/gorgeous-x-2.html' title='GORGEOUS X 2'/><author><name>LUX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550847212149640254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/131/9111/320/getpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20357537.post-114136272392756088</id><published>2006-03-02T23:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T01:55:07.389-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Teenage Love's The Best</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My cousin's daughter who is probably 16 now has a boyfriend. To all our surprise, she seems more in love than anybody else I know or ever knew for that matter. For some time now whenever she's online, she has these romantic quotes about love and loving someone... Myself, just like my mom and sister thought that there wasn't anything behind all that; until she started promoting her new blog. Being my curious self, I decided to check it out. And, oh dear God was I shocked. Read this and weep my single dahhlings. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The blog was in fact hers as well as her bf's. It is dedicated to their love and their relationship, every single post is a poem either her or him has written about/for the other. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2278/1993/1600/teenagers_in_love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2278/1993/320/teenagers_in_love.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Poems and short stories, so romantic that while reading, I thought that what I've ever experienced was nothing compared to what they're living. I'd have posted some lines but they're all in french and I'm too lazy to translate.&lt;br /&gt;From what I gathered they have met about a year ago, and have been in love since then. Which is totally crazy because when I asked my mom about her (she saw her recently), my mom said that she was a shy girl who goes to school and she's driven straight home after school. Now, I know her parents really well and I know that her dad's extremelly strict and he would never ever ever let her have a boyfriend or even think about having one. So...!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, after reading her blog and showing it to my mom we 3 wayed my sister to read to her some lines from a poem the bf has written for the cousin. Just to tell you how big this thing is. I mean, I wasn't allowed to have a boyfriend until I was 22 and even then my mom didn't fully approve, she was just faced with the fact that I had one.&lt;br /&gt;Still shaken from the news, I called my sister to tell her that if S (my little cousin) gets married at 19, 20 or 21; I wasn't going. My sister the genius girl that she is said that I should make it that if S gets married anytime before I get married, that I shouldn't go to the wedding and that in fact, she is such a great sister that, she won't be going either. I agreed, of course, and we said bye.&lt;br /&gt;Now, I just checked the blog again and it appears that they have added tons of other stuff, I can't wait 'till tomorrow to let everyone know about it. It's going to be hillarious I just know it.&lt;br /&gt;Long live puppy love. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20357537-114136272392756088?l=luxandlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxandlove.blogspot.com/feeds/114136272392756088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20357537&amp;postID=114136272392756088&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20357537/posts/default/114136272392756088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20357537/posts/default/114136272392756088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxandlove.blogspot.com/2006/03/teenage-loves-best.html' title='Teenage Love&apos;s The Best'/><author><name>LUX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550847212149640254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/131/9111/320/getpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20357537.post-114118558792475907</id><published>2006-02-28T21:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T01:55:07.324-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Easy Said, Not As Easy Done</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2278/1993/1600/past_present_future.0.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2278/1993/320/past_present_future.0.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We all grow up dreaming about a perfect wedding and a perfect dress; but I always dreamed of a perfect mariage. It's weird and good at the same time, because most people put so much emphasis on the wedding and totally forget about the mariage. I love the idea of being with one person, sharing the same kind of love and safety of mariage. And let's be honest, I'm a sucker for love. In its pure form. I love love and I love everything about it. Well, maybe not everything since I can very well do without the break up part where you have the feeling that your heart might as well have been snatched from its place and you're left with a hole bigger than planet earth itself. I can also do without those long hours that seem like days, and days that seem like months, when you're thinking that you will never get over it and nobody else will ever be as good, as sweet, as loving, as cute, as funny ...and so many more as. But then months after, you think about it all again and you just can't believe what you used to think. Or if you're one of the unlucky ones; months later, you think about it and just can't believe you still think the same way let alone feel the same thing. But one wouldn't be able to enjoy love at its purest form without having experienced pain at its purest form. The lucky ones among us are those who were able to live, love, feel pain yet love again. I did the first three and I'm waiting with held breath to experience the fourth one. While waiting, I cannot ignore the fact that it's taking quite some time for it to happen. Some say I shouldn't be looking for it and it will happen. Others say that if I look hard enough, I will find the right person. Well I say, that I don't know what to do anymore. I am so tired and so eager to finally find it. I never knew it would be so hard. And the more I think about it, the less reasons I seem to find. I just don't understand what's taking so long. I am ready and have been for quite some time now and with each birthday passing I just feel less and less lucky. What gets to me at times is the fact that I'm not even in a relationship, and when I do the math, it's not as pleasant as I'd want it to be.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But even with all this said, I am still hopeful, and I'll always be. You want to know what's keeping me so hopeful? Well, I'm going to share my secret with you. Here it is:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am 100% sure that love is out there for me. I am sure that someday sooner or later I will find someone who's going to love all of me. I am sure that he is out there and that we will meet when it's the right time for us to meet.And it will be better than I ever thought. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Until then, I will prepare any way I can to recognize that love while praying it'll happen... sooner rather than later.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20357537-114118558792475907?l=luxandlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxandlove.blogspot.com/feeds/114118558792475907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20357537&amp;postID=114118558792475907&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20357537/posts/default/114118558792475907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20357537/posts/default/114118558792475907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxandlove.blogspot.com/2006/02/easy-said-not-as-easy-done.html' title='Easy Said, Not As Easy Done'/><author><name>LUX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550847212149640254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/131/9111/320/getpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20357537.post-114115313423449022</id><published>2006-02-28T13:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T01:55:07.258-04:00</updated><title type='text'>1000 VISITORS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'd like to thank all of you who visit my blog on a daily basis and those who just pass by. Thank you for your support and your comments and emails. I'm happy to hear that my life's so entertaining, I will keep on posting.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOVE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LUX&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20357537-114115313423449022?l=luxandlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxandlove.blogspot.com/feeds/114115313423449022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20357537&amp;postID=114115313423449022&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20357537/posts/default/114115313423449022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20357537/posts/default/114115313423449022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxandlove.blogspot.com/2006/02/1000-visitors.html' title='1000 VISITORS'/><author><name>LUX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550847212149640254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/131/9111/320/getpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20357537.post-114114632658375350</id><published>2006-02-28T12:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T01:55:07.179-04:00</updated><title type='text'>H's Email</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I got this email today from H whom I dated in 1999 and 2002 on and off for a few months.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"hey you how have you been? every time i c you sign in i. i always wanna say hi to you! but then agian you never bother anyhow, i really wish we can be friends and in touch... i mean come on we ve known each other for so long now, and we always seem to make it by to stay friends i really miss you babe take care "&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The thing with him s that he s a liar and a big jerk, a gorgeous one but still a jerk. So I'm not even going to bother, I will not answer. This guy's always up to no good.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20357537-114114632658375350?l=luxandlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxandlove.blogspot.com/feeds/114114632658375350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20357537&amp;postID=114114632658375350&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20357537/posts/default/114114632658375350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20357537/posts/default/114114632658375350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxandlove.blogspot.com/2006/02/hs-email.html' title='H&apos;s Email'/><author><name>LUX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550847212149640254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/131/9111/320/getpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20357537.post-114107344415524476</id><published>2006-02-27T15:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T01:55:07.112-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Teary Eyes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The most embarassing thing happened to me today. I was downtown dropping off some papers and in the same building some months ago, I had been to see this new "showroom" and the owner was so nice to me and my sis giving us great deals... It was a saturday. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2278/1993/1600/teen_girl_crying_lg_nwm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 125px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 99px" height="97" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2278/1993/320/teen_girl_crying_lg_nwm.jpg" width="145" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The following monday I was reading the newspaper and there was his picture in an article saying that he was killed saturday night by mistake. So Sad!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;So today I decide to stop by what used to be his showroom, surprise it's open. I didn't think it would be. I go in and there's 2 guys, I say hi look around and ask the guy if he's the new owner. He asks me if I've been there before I say yes, he asks when, I say the day all that happened. And then, out of nowhere the tears start coming down on my face(???!!!!) I couldn't believe it. He then introduces himself, and I was so embarassed that I rushed out saying that I'll come back another time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Where did that come from?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20357537-114107344415524476?l=luxandlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxandlove.blogspot.com/feeds/114107344415524476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20357537&amp;postID=114107344415524476&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20357537/posts/default/114107344415524476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20357537/posts/default/114107344415524476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxandlove.blogspot.com/2006/02/teary-eyes.html' title='Teary Eyes'/><author><name>LUX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550847212149640254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/131/9111/320/getpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20357537.post-114101416805058379</id><published>2006-02-26T23:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T01:55:06.988-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Update: It's Just Not Working</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;M called again a couple of times. I was in bed watching a movie while waiting for Grey's Anatomy to begin so I sent him to voicemail. Ten minutes ago he msged me " i called u, u didn't pick up" (relax already, damn). Then, he called not even a minute after, I pick up and say that I was taking a bath, which I was prior to watching a movie. And then he starts with the questions: how come? do u do that every sunday? and i called at 7:30 or 8 why do u take ur bath so early? and i msged u too, did u not get my msg?&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't take it anymore so I asked: do you always ask this many questiong? what's up with that?. He then goes on about he's just asking innocent questions. I say: ya ok but you ask too many questions. He says: well only today and yesterday. I say: not really, I've been meaning to tell you about it. He then starts talking about how he's in a bad mood now and I need to get him out of it because I'm the one who did it. I answer, that's not true, I just commented on something I've noticed a while ago that shouldn't make you get in a bad mood. He then says that I am rude for saying that ( WHAT THE F??) I say that contrary to what he thinks, asking too many questions is rude. He then mumbled something I didn't understand so I said:&lt;br /&gt;I DON'T FEEL LIKE TALKING TO YOU NOW, PLEASE DON'T CALL ME AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;And hung up!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20357537-114101416805058379?l=luxandlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxandlove.blogspot.com/feeds/114101416805058379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20357537&amp;postID=114101416805058379&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20357537/posts/default/114101416805058379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20357537/posts/default/114101416805058379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxandlove.blogspot.com/2006/02/update-its-just-not-working.html' title='Update: It&apos;s Just Not Working'/><author><name>LUX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550847212149640254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/131/9111/320/getpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20357537.post-114099749897785447</id><published>2006-02-26T18:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T01:55:06.923-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Usual Sunday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nothing major happened this weekend. As a matter of fact I didn't even go out last night. Around 7pm M called asking how come I didn't return his calls from the night before. I said I was sleeping he didn't believe me (yeah well) then I quickly hung up the phone because he was starting to get on my nerves. Around 8:30pm I took a nap thinking that I'd wake up in a couple of hours, which didn't happen and around midnight, my sister tried to wake me up but I was way sleeping. I woke up today at 10 something feeling very well rested (I betta) although I did wake up a couple of times in the middle of the night when V was msging me that she was at M, and then at 5 something am when P called (???) and I sent him to voicemail. Today I went shopping bought a couple ballet flats (I have a thing for them) and jewellery then went to eat. Funny thing happened, i got something that I thought was grilled shrimp but ended up being frogs'legs, thank God my mom was around right before I was going to eat them. EWWWWW. Talk about disgusting. I eat escargots but that's pretty much how risque I can be in food.&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, M called saying that he went to B last night (he said he wasn't going out, so I have to remember to say something about that) I doubt he went out, I think he said it just to get back at me for saying I was going to M and not inviting him to come along. When I told him yesterday that I'm going to M he said "again" (!!!) That guy's weird he's always asking too many questions about what I did and where I'm going and it gets on my nerves It's not like I'm married to him and he's not even my bf!&lt;br /&gt;On another note, we started planning the summer vacation, so far there's talk about going to Spain for a few days. I love Spain I used to go there sooo much when I was younger but for some reason I stopped a few yrs ago. The plan is to go somewhere super hot, because I can't spend summer without a great tan. I'm usually off for 4 months every summer although this yr it's gonna be less but I'll do my best to spend every free day lounging by the pool or at the beach.&lt;br /&gt;Ahh, I can't wait for tiny summer dresses and extra cold cocktails, accessorized with a great smile and the most beautiful tan.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20357537-114099749897785447?l=luxandlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxandlove.blogspot.com/feeds/114099749897785447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20357537&amp;postID=114099749897785447&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20357537/posts/default/114099749897785447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20357537/posts/default/114099749897785447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxandlove.blogspot.com/2006/02/usual-sunday.html' title='The Usual Sunday'/><author><name>LUX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550847212149640254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/131/9111/320/getpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20357537.post-114085909334818155</id><published>2006-02-25T03:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T01:55:06.855-04:00</updated><title type='text'>One Italian Does It Better!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am so tipsy I can barelly see straight. Anyhow, I just got back from W, where I had an amazing time as usual. When we got there S's friends were there (from a month ago whom I never called back) so I was wondering if S was there as well. Turns out he was there and it was so obvious that he wanted to talk to me, but since I never returned his calls I just ignored him. D was supposed to meet me there later and finally he showed up looking more goorgeous than ever, even my sister couldn't get over how hot he is. I hadn't seen him since november so I kinda forgot how good looking he was. He was super nice and touchy feely with me and kept on saying how hot I looked. Although by the time he got there I was so tipsy already that I couldn't even answer. Instead all I was doing was smilling non stop. I've known D for around 6 yrs now, and we dated 4 yrs ago but we always stayed in touch since we like each other so much.&lt;br /&gt;When I was on my way in to W, I saw A whom I dated 5 or 6 yrs ago for a short time, him, D and I went to the same school. Him too looked cuter than ever but there was a girl with him so I didn't want to say hi.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, D was great and sweet as usual.He's probably the only guy I don't get mad at. How can I? He's so gorgeous. At the end of the night he drove me home and kissed me of course and all I could say was: I can't believe we're back here again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2278/1993/1600/b550.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="176" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2278/1993/320/b550.jpg" width="181" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now last night, I went out with M, yes he's back in the picture. He couldn't stop talking about how much he missed me and how gorgeous I am (what's new???!!!) and when he drove me home he just wouldn't let me go. We were supposed to meet tonight, but I woke up at 6:30am this morning and I was super tired so I took a nap in the evening, meanwhile, M and the dentist kept calling and sending msg but I didn't pick up. Tomorrow maybe I'll go to M with M (funny).&lt;br /&gt;I was so happy to see M last night, because let's face it, there aren't that many guys I would actually seriously date. Actually, there's nobody but him. So why not?????&lt;br /&gt;N's still not back which is weird since he was supposed to be back monday or tuesday!!! And he hasn't called or even msged so I wonder what's happening!!!???&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow night, everybody's supposed to be at M. With some luck, it's gonna be a blast and everything will work out the way it should. D is great but he knows that he'll never be my boyfriend, we have different religions and that plays a big role in the situation that's why I'm keeping my options open and hoping it would work out with M.&lt;br /&gt;This week has literally been hell for me, I had so much work to do but thank God I have monday and tuesday off and from now on I'm not supposed to be doing much outside of my regular hours. However, I just accepted a new job for this really big store that's opening in April in the city and that's gonna be taking up all my time at night and the week end, but the clothes are worth it so I'm really excited.&lt;br /&gt;That's about it for now, I'll let you all know how tomorrow night goes. Wish me luck dahhhlings!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20357537-114085909334818155?l=luxandlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxandlove.blogspot.com/feeds/114085909334818155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20357537&amp;postID=114085909334818155&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20357537/posts/default/114085909334818155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20357537/posts/default/114085909334818155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxandlove.blogspot.com/2006/02/one-italian-does-it-better.html' title='One Italian Does It Better!'/><author><name>LUX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550847212149640254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/131/9111/320/getpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20357537.post-114059218701483304</id><published>2006-02-22T01:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T01:55:06.639-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Boys,Boys,Boys</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;This afternoon, I was minding my business while having coffee with some girlfriends when I got a msg on my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;phone:"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;is ur secret still safe?" Right away, I knew it was from lil'P he then continued to msg me for the next half hour, asking if I'm going to M or not and everytime I'd msg trying to say bye he'd msg by telling me about something else in his life. WHAT THE F????? And as if him msging wasn't enough, after the second msg, V sent me one too so I started freaking out thinking that she's the one msging me from his cell phone. I then called her but she was just asking about a meeting I was supposed to have in the afternoon. It was so stressful. I asked lil'P if she was with him, he said no. (Ouff). But something tells me, it's not the end of the story, I have a feeling tjat guy's up to something not so good..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2278/1993/1600/boyfriend.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 142px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 169px" height="218" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2278/1993/320/boyfriend.2.jpg" width="161" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Yesterday, I was supposed to meet up with D at night but he ended up finishing work too late and I was busy working on something myself, so it didn't work out. When he called yesterday afternoon asking about my "bf" I told him that I didn't have one, that I was just seeing someone and that he (D) jinxed it so much that even that didn't work out. He then said that he was happy and that he's going to take me out to make it up to me. Okkkayy!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;We finally finished the models selection, 10 guys and 65 girls. Lucky girl that I am, I'm in charge of the guys, yes all of 10 of them.Eat your heart out girls! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;The dentist has been calling non-stop lately, of course I don't pick up. He called twice this evening only; and when I checked my emails a few minutes ago, there was one from him saying that he's going to be in town in a month exactly. Again, okkkayy!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;For the past few weeks, I've been feeling like something is about to happen. Something good. Let's just hope I'm right because I am on the verge of becoming desperate. I'm gonna go ahead and say it now, but only once. Okay, here it goes: I Want A Boyfriend!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;AHHH!!!!I can't believe I actually meant it. It must be my lack of sleep and the fact that I'm exhausted that's playing with my head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I'm gonna go put it in the fridge and let it cool off overnight, maybe by tomorrow it would've cooled off enough to snap out of the whole bf thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20357537-114059218701483304?l=luxandlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxandlove.blogspot.com/feeds/114059218701483304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20357537&amp;postID=114059218701483304&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20357537/posts/default/114059218701483304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20357537/posts/default/114059218701483304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxandlove.blogspot.com/2006/02/boysboysboys.html' title='Boys,Boys,Boys'/><author><name>LUX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550847212149640254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/131/9111/320/getpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20357537.post-114034145264964280</id><published>2006-02-19T04:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T01:55:06.566-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Bad Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I just got back from another night out. We started off by going to the opening of this new supperclub called Crazy Horse. But it was the same people as I've seen around for years now and we weren't really having that much fun so we decided to go to M. We get there around 1:30am, I spot P and the crew and try to stay as far away as possible which is hard to do since I have to go say hi to the dj and P's right next to him.&lt;br /&gt;I was in such a good mood, ready to party just like last night when we went to W and had an amazing time. I met tons of guys and almost hooked up with a guy from there M, who's from Chile and not Italy like I thought. He kept on going on and on about how gorgeous I am and how amazing my eyes are and we danced together for a while and at the end when we were about to leave, he so wanted to kiss me but there was a lot of people around and I wouldn't have let him considering he works there and I still wanna go back. In the meantime when he was gushing about my fabulousness my sister kept on saying:" you like her huh?" never mind you, we were both kinda drunk. But it was pretty obvious that he liked me.&lt;br /&gt;D called right after I had left W. and knew that I had a bit too much to drink but he was soooo sweet. I have to see him this week.&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, one more time at M, I was looking around when I spotted lil' P (V's bf), I go up to him and he' s like:" you're not supposed to be here, you're supposed to be at the opening of that new place" so I say: "guess you're busted again". Knowing that if he's there without her, it only means she doesn't know about it. I had a great time at M, and from now on I'm only going there on saturdays and nowhere else. I feel so at home there.&lt;br /&gt;I was cheering with my sister and P came to us saying:" me too, me too" my sister turned to me saying:"be nice". Then, lil' P started asking about what went wrong with P so I told him that he wasn't my type and that I never wanted to date him and I was just pressured into doing that. Which is true.&lt;br /&gt;Lil' P wanted to give us a ride, I said yes!!!&lt;br /&gt;Still no news from M, although I'm sure I'm going to hear from him soon. Nobody can get that upset for a simple little lie!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20357537-114034145264964280?l=luxandlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxandlove.blogspot.com/feeds/114034145264964280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20357537&amp;postID=114034145264964280&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20357537/posts/default/114034145264964280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20357537/posts/default/114034145264964280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxandlove.blogspot.com/2006/02/bad-bad-me.html' title='Bad Bad Me'/><author><name>LUX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550847212149640254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/131/9111/320/getpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20357537.post-113993258498932983</id><published>2006-02-14T10:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T01:55:06.423-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Work...Supermodel</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;So as you all know, yesterday was audition day and yours truly was the judge. As usual there were hundreds of people, I guess everybody was wishing for their 15mns of fame. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Before it was even time to start, we had people waiting outside. We started off with a girl who's 5'3 (was that a joke???) what the hell am I supposed to do with a girl that short? And she said she models all the time yet she tripped on her pants while doing the walk. As what she's too short even for her own pants.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2278/1993/1600/chanel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2278/1993/320/chanel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Next came this really weird guy, I saw him when I got out of the room to go to the washroom and I thought "Hell No" and I was right, he sucked and was overdoing everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;From then on, one after another it was only Nos from me. One of them came in asking who's the Simon Cowell. Umm, me!? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Then we started getting some not so bad girls who could walk and had great bodies and the same for guys. A girl came in and presented her portfolio and she looked great in it. I couldn't deny it, but oh my god she was so bad while walking and looked nothing like the pictures and was 15yrs old. I don't work with kids. She was wearing a gown, with a long train and gold sandals. Her dress was literally see through and her underwear which was red, was there for everyone to see. 15 yrs old, people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;I liked the guys, they were nervous and those who weren't had attitude which gets them a no from me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Overall it was really good.Tomorrow, we're reviewing everyone's sheet to see if we need a second audition.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20357537-113993258498932983?l=luxandlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxandlove.blogspot.com/feeds/113993258498932983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20357537&amp;postID=113993258498932983&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20357537/posts/default/113993258498932983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20357537/posts/default/113993258498932983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxandlove.blogspot.com/2006/02/worksupermodel.html' title='Work...Supermodel'/><author><name>LUX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550847212149640254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/131/9111/320/getpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
