<?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-1538801422592782800</id><updated>2012-02-16T21:31:23.729+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Innocence Is Always Brilliant</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabulosityismyword.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1538801422592782800/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabulosityismyword.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>von</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11387499602644100831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SbYgjs28Kdc/S_eOSe2OpiI/AAAAAAAAALY/za1ynmwx_60/S220/21052010809.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>45</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1538801422592782800.post-2873391794810503332</id><published>2011-10-16T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T23:27:30.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What is wrong? Why can't things be easier?&amp;nbsp;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;So many things I wish for but it all seems to be impossible. I wish that he'll realise what was wrong in the past. I'm not asking for much, only for him to realise the situation and understand. Only if he understood by then..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;People tend to misunderstood your thoughts and clash with them when they have their own point of view. Only if humans can understand each other more..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm so sick of the whole situation. It never seems to end, just like a bad dream that always haunt you. The past haunts you, the present worries you and the future scares you. Only if I still have him and only if he would understand me better. Yet again, I've learnt to not expect too much as it'll only disappoint yourself by the end of the day.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All in all, I just want to release some emotions here :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1538801422592782800-2873391794810503332?l=fabulosityismyword.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabulosityismyword.blogspot.com/feeds/2873391794810503332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabulosityismyword.blogspot.com/2011/10/what-is-wrong-why-cant-things-be-easier.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1538801422592782800/posts/default/2873391794810503332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1538801422592782800/posts/default/2873391794810503332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabulosityismyword.blogspot.com/2011/10/what-is-wrong-why-cant-things-be-easier.html' title=''/><author><name>von</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11387499602644100831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SbYgjs28Kdc/S_eOSe2OpiI/AAAAAAAAALY/za1ynmwx_60/S220/21052010809.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1538801422592782800.post-1963808634760057656</id><published>2011-02-24T03:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T03:16:06.745+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally, I got the old you back! It feels so good! I didn't expect expressing my true feelings will make things emotional :) Glad you're back on board twinny! So happy! At one point I thought I was gonna lose you.. Thank God that my words still can cramp its way into your brains and have some effect! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope things will get better :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1538801422592782800-1963808634760057656?l=fabulosityismyword.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabulosityismyword.blogspot.com/feeds/1963808634760057656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabulosityismyword.blogspot.com/2011/02/finally-i-got-old-you-back-it-feels-so.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1538801422592782800/posts/default/1963808634760057656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1538801422592782800/posts/default/1963808634760057656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabulosityismyword.blogspot.com/2011/02/finally-i-got-old-you-back-it-feels-so.html' title=''/><author><name>von</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11387499602644100831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SbYgjs28Kdc/S_eOSe2OpiI/AAAAAAAAALY/za1ynmwx_60/S220/21052010809.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1538801422592782800.post-7458683381990705642</id><published>2011-01-16T15:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T15:56:24.388+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today I met a friend.. Although I said that I don't really enjoy her presence around me anymore, I guess somehow I was wrong. I missed her, I missed those laughter we shared, those tears we been through together, those stupid jokes we made, those gossips that we can go on with forever..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I decided to start all over again, try to forgive and forget what's past, try to accept their weakness better (every human being has their weakness)....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, I hope things would get better, my mood would get better, my irritation would get suppressed better and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-size: x-large;"&gt;EVERYTHING WOULD BE GREAT! :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;Wish me luck! Adios!~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1538801422592782800-7458683381990705642?l=fabulosityismyword.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabulosityismyword.blogspot.com/feeds/7458683381990705642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabulosityismyword.blogspot.com/2011/01/today-i-met-friend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1538801422592782800/posts/default/7458683381990705642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1538801422592782800/posts/default/7458683381990705642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabulosityismyword.blogspot.com/2011/01/today-i-met-friend.html' title=''/><author><name>von</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11387499602644100831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SbYgjs28Kdc/S_eOSe2OpiI/AAAAAAAAALY/za1ynmwx_60/S220/21052010809.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1538801422592782800.post-3583921503413350015</id><published>2011-01-12T03:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T03:28:33.627+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lol, I jz read Aik Leng's blog after so long din sign in.. Had a good laugh, she is an adorable one! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-size: large;"&gt;Secondhand Serenade&lt;/span&gt;'s showcase, it was &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"&gt;AWESOME&lt;/span&gt;!! &amp;nbsp;They were so nice and John's just plain charming! :D Bf took some vids at the showcase but there's something wrong with that stupid phone, ended up all vids no sound.. Sigh! Truely depressing! :( But they were just good, epic ending with " Fall For You "! :D Supper at Murni, came back with huge tummy! Yummy!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: magenta; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Hmm, human relationships are funny aren't they? When someone's important to you, you care for them but when they're gone from your life, you couldn't care less. Friendships are worse, you can be good friends, and the next moment you're strangers to each other. Bonding between humans does take time, effort and compatibility I guess.. To all those friends whom I'm close with now, I hope this remains. To those whom I befriended with, I hope our friendship could last and we would always keep in touch :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for others, I shall let God decide :) Time for bed! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1538801422592782800-3583921503413350015?l=fabulosityismyword.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabulosityismyword.blogspot.com/feeds/3583921503413350015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabulosityismyword.blogspot.com/2011/01/lol-i-jz-read-aik-lengs-blog-after-so.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1538801422592782800/posts/default/3583921503413350015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1538801422592782800/posts/default/3583921503413350015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabulosityismyword.blogspot.com/2011/01/lol-i-jz-read-aik-lengs-blog-after-so.html' title=''/><author><name>von</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11387499602644100831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SbYgjs28Kdc/S_eOSe2OpiI/AAAAAAAAALY/za1ynmwx_60/S220/21052010809.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1538801422592782800.post-3681841909856916019</id><published>2010-12-20T19:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T19:06:54.514+08:00</updated><title type='text'>finally, SHOPPING!! :D</title><content type='html'>This was on Saturday but now only wanna blog about it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stumbled across this fb page of a cafe named &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Citrusplus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, and the pictures of the food shown seems nice so we decided to give it a try. It's in SS15, next to RHB bank. We reached there with growling stomachs and thank God the food wasn't disappointing :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ordered&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;spaghetti meatballs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; and a cup of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;hot chocolate&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SbYgjs28Kdc/TQ56HG-RTuI/AAAAAAAAAMI/IGDvxHekSNY/s1600/181220101800.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SbYgjs28Kdc/TQ56HG-RTuI/AAAAAAAAAMI/IGDvxHekSNY/s320/181220101800.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The meatballs are really nice but it would be better if they do sth about&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;the sauce, it tasted like ketchup :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SbYgjs28Kdc/TQ58_mjJIzI/AAAAAAAAAMM/m_UjO6xRuWw/s1600/181220101801.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="230" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SbYgjs28Kdc/TQ58_mjJIzI/AAAAAAAAAMM/m_UjO6xRuWw/s320/181220101801.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Some sort of chicken curry rice named "Devil's Peak"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The hot chocolate was no good, but the chicken cream soup was nice (there's chicken chunks in it)..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Overall rating : 6 / 10&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;After the meal, we went for a short shopping trip in Sunway Pyramid and watched "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Due Date&lt;/span&gt;". Not bad if you're looking for a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;comedy movie&lt;/span&gt;, it's full of idiocies and vulgar words. Lots &amp;amp; lots of the 'f' word.. LOL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SbYgjs28Kdc/TQ5-iggc4FI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/BN-iH9hoKIs/s1600/Due-Date-movie-posters-2010-1-350x550.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SbYgjs28Kdc/TQ5-iggc4FI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/BN-iH9hoKIs/s320/Due-Date-movie-posters-2010-1-350x550.jpg" width="203" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Then proceeded to Bangsar, shopped at Peacocks London as dearest bf got cash vouchers! :D Apparently, this is their 1st branch in Malaysia. There's a few dresses which attracted me but there's no size 4! None of the clothes I'm interested in has a size 4! The smallest size they have is size 6. Wth! I wonder if they are just out of stock.. End up bought a bag while bf bought a pair of jeans. Had dinner at Buffalo Kitchen.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SbYgjs28Kdc/TQ6CZNpWu1I/AAAAAAAAAMU/9nJHYpSjoOM/s1600/181220101805.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SbYgjs28Kdc/TQ6CZNpWu1I/AAAAAAAAAMU/9nJHYpSjoOM/s320/181220101805.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This is what that greeted us :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SbYgjs28Kdc/TQ8zcejqdnI/AAAAAAAAAMg/28hNojpl4dY/s1600/181220101802.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SbYgjs28Kdc/TQ8zcejqdnI/AAAAAAAAAMg/28hNojpl4dY/s320/181220101802.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SbYgjs28Kdc/TQ6EMZVdhEI/AAAAAAAAAMc/kUwG-8lPIR4/s1600/181220101803.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SbYgjs28Kdc/TQ6EMZVdhEI/AAAAAAAAAMc/kUwG-8lPIR4/s320/181220101803.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Came with some salad but Mr JC ate it &amp;nbsp;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Food was nice, ambience was great.. &lt;b&gt;Overall rating : 7/10&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Whole day of shopping but only got a bag and a shirt. This means...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666; font-size: large;"&gt;More shopping trips to come!! &amp;nbsp;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1538801422592782800-3681841909856916019?l=fabulosityismyword.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabulosityismyword.blogspot.com/feeds/3681841909856916019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabulosityismyword.blogspot.com/2010/12/finally-shopping-d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1538801422592782800/posts/default/3681841909856916019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1538801422592782800/posts/default/3681841909856916019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabulosityismyword.blogspot.com/2010/12/finally-shopping-d.html' title='finally, SHOPPING!! :D'/><author><name>von</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11387499602644100831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SbYgjs28Kdc/S_eOSe2OpiI/AAAAAAAAALY/za1ynmwx_60/S220/21052010809.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SbYgjs28Kdc/TQ56HG-RTuI/AAAAAAAAAMI/IGDvxHekSNY/s72-c/181220101800.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1538801422592782800.post-7987055794874558564</id><published>2010-12-17T04:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T04:02:42.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I couldn't sleep.. &amp;nbsp;:( &amp;nbsp;Here's the lyrics of one of my favourite songs. It can represent &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;love&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and also "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-size: large;"&gt;emo-ness&lt;/span&gt;".. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Everytime We Touch by Cascada&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;I still hear your voice when you sleep next to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;I still feel your touch in my dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Forgive me my weakness, but I don't know why&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Without you it's hard to survive&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;'Cause everytime we touch, I get this feeling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And everytime we kiss, I swear I could fly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Can't you feel my heart beat fast?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I want this to last&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I need you by my side&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;'Cause everytime we touch, I feel the static&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And everytime we kiss, I reach for the sky&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Can't you hear my heart beat so?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can't let you go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I want you in my life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Your arms are my castle, your heart is my sky&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They wipe away tears that I cry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The good and the bad times, we've been through them all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You make me rise when I fall&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;'Cause everytime we touch, I get this feeling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And everytime we kiss I swear I could fly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Can't you feel my heart beat fast?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I want this to last&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I need you by my side&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;'Cause everytime we touch, I feel the static&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And everytime we kiss, I reach for the sky&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Can't you hear my heart beat so?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can't let you go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I want you in my life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;'Cause everytime we touch, I get this feeling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And everytime we kiss, I swear I could fly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Can't you feel my heart beat fast?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I want this to last&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I need you by my side&lt;/div&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/1538801422592782800-7987055794874558564?l=fabulosityismyword.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabulosityismyword.blogspot.com/feeds/7987055794874558564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabulosityismyword.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-couldnt-sleep.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1538801422592782800/posts/default/7987055794874558564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1538801422592782800/posts/default/7987055794874558564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabulosityismyword.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-couldnt-sleep.html' title=''/><author><name>von</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11387499602644100831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SbYgjs28Kdc/S_eOSe2OpiI/AAAAAAAAALY/za1ynmwx_60/S220/21052010809.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1538801422592782800.post-5079698869327184469</id><published>2010-12-13T13:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T13:48:45.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>weird.....</title><content type='html'>These days I've been having weird dreams almost every afternoon.. Wth is going on? All those dreams seem pretty real but I don't want them to happen in real life.. Is it the effect of waking up late? Who can interpret dreams? &amp;gt;&amp;lt;"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1538801422592782800-5079698869327184469?l=fabulosityismyword.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabulosityismyword.blogspot.com/feeds/5079698869327184469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabulosityismyword.blogspot.com/2010/12/weird.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1538801422592782800/posts/default/5079698869327184469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1538801422592782800/posts/default/5079698869327184469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabulosityismyword.blogspot.com/2010/12/weird.html' title='weird.....'/><author><name>von</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11387499602644100831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SbYgjs28Kdc/S_eOSe2OpiI/AAAAAAAAALY/za1ynmwx_60/S220/21052010809.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1538801422592782800.post-6169478920427891340</id><published>2010-11-30T17:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T17:24:23.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: xx-large;"&gt;F*** YOU, STPM!!!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;I swear if you're a thing, I'll smash the hell out of you with a big damn gigantic enormous hammer till you become&amp;nbsp;microscopic&amp;nbsp;dust! Damn you!!!!! &amp;gt;=(&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1538801422592782800-6169478920427891340?l=fabulosityismyword.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabulosityismyword.blogspot.com/feeds/6169478920427891340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabulosityismyword.blogspot.com/2010/11/f-you-stpm-i-swear-if-youre-thing-ill.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1538801422592782800/posts/default/6169478920427891340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1538801422592782800/posts/default/6169478920427891340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabulosityismyword.blogspot.com/2010/11/f-you-stpm-i-swear-if-youre-thing-ill.html' title=''/><author><name>von</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11387499602644100831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SbYgjs28Kdc/S_eOSe2OpiI/AAAAAAAAALY/za1ynmwx_60/S220/21052010809.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1538801422592782800.post-9079415634920993520</id><published>2010-11-26T01:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T01:28:18.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CHANGE</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;This week's been like a fucking cursed week!! Nothing's sailing smoothly&lt;/b&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'm just so full of frustration I can burn down a house!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'm so full of disappointment I can cry a river!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'm so fucking mad right now I can tear you into pieces!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;God, please guide me through this journey coz I'm just too weak I might just fall into pieces...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;Bless me so that I can stay strong, stay sane..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;For when I lose my mind, nothing's going to end up right..&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/1538801422592782800-9079415634920993520?l=fabulosityismyword.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabulosityismyword.blogspot.com/feeds/9079415634920993520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabulosityismyword.blogspot.com/2010/11/change.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1538801422592782800/posts/default/9079415634920993520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1538801422592782800/posts/default/9079415634920993520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabulosityismyword.blogspot.com/2010/11/change.html' title='CHANGE'/><author><name>von</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11387499602644100831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SbYgjs28Kdc/S_eOSe2OpiI/AAAAAAAAALY/za1ynmwx_60/S220/21052010809.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1538801422592782800.post-5483805262350264743</id><published>2010-11-23T12:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T12:26:27.177+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today's the day 1st time ever in history that I cried for a stupid waste of time subject paper!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew the day's gonna be rough coz I didn't have the chance to get much rest and was having weird dreams haunting me throughout my "sleep".&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Pure shitty day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I went to school with confidence that I'll at least able to do the whole paper, ended up a whole pile of stuff undone. My hands were practically shaking &amp;nbsp;during the last hour coz I knew that I wouldn't be able to finish the entire paper.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Till the very last minute I still try to scribble, but seems like it wasn't much of a help. By the time the papers were out of my sight, I know if I don't hold myself together, I'm gonna breakdown right on the spot.Quiet and walking with quick steps, I got into the car and the next minute.... Yeah, I broke down.. I wish that he was here, with me, holding me, comforting me, soothing me, humming some la-la song.. &amp;nbsp;='( &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1538801422592782800-5483805262350264743?l=fabulosityismyword.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabulosityismyword.blogspot.com/feeds/5483805262350264743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabulosityismyword.blogspot.com/2010/11/todays-day-1st-time-ever-in-history.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1538801422592782800/posts/default/5483805262350264743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1538801422592782800/posts/default/5483805262350264743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabulosityismyword.blogspot.com/2010/11/todays-day-1st-time-ever-in-history.html' title=''/><author><name>von</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11387499602644100831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SbYgjs28Kdc/S_eOSe2OpiI/AAAAAAAAALY/za1ynmwx_60/S220/21052010809.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1538801422592782800.post-7950198610690169986</id><published>2010-11-22T03:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T03:43:36.971+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stress??</title><content type='html'>From this second, I've got around &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;28hour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; or so to my &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138;"&gt;first&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; STPM paper! Damn! Now only I started to get a little taste of being &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;tensed up&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. There's so much to do and time is really running out. At the same time I just want all this to come to an end, a happy one preferably but we couldn't choose do we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Examination haven't start but I'm already thinking of what to do after. Is all this due to excitement that finally all will be ending real soon or just because I had given up long ago? I always ponder upon this but just couldn't find the answer..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once exams over, I guess that would be the end of school life. I am sure I'll miss everyone real bad especially those crazy friends that had been by my side and the lovely teachers that guided me all along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Pray hard now, I'll be needing all that! ;)&lt;/i&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/1538801422592782800-7950198610690169986?l=fabulosityismyword.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabulosityismyword.blogspot.com/feeds/7950198610690169986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabulosityismyword.blogspot.com/2010/11/stress.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1538801422592782800/posts/default/7950198610690169986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1538801422592782800/posts/default/7950198610690169986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabulosityismyword.blogspot.com/2010/11/stress.html' title='Stress??'/><author><name>von</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11387499602644100831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SbYgjs28Kdc/S_eOSe2OpiI/AAAAAAAAALY/za1ynmwx_60/S220/21052010809.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1538801422592782800.post-186774532257975143</id><published>2010-11-03T20:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T20:07:33.155+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday was a pure bad day..&amp;nbsp;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My ko-kurikulum marks were a disaster, no thanks the teachers. Finally got rescued by the ever-so-kind Mr Sazli. Everything will be settled on Monday. Phew!~&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then when to see the doctor as I realised there's blood in my urine. And as I expected, there's stone particles in my urinary tract. Sigh! Hope the medication works, or else gotta do laser surgery. To add on to that, there's some stuff in my uterus, abnormal size it seems. Gotta go see a gynae all. Seems like I'm just full of crap for now. This sucks! :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1538801422592782800-186774532257975143?l=fabulosityismyword.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabulosityismyword.blogspot.com/feeds/186774532257975143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabulosityismyword.blogspot.com/2010/11/yesterday-was-pure-bad-day.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1538801422592782800/posts/default/186774532257975143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1538801422592782800/posts/default/186774532257975143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabulosityismyword.blogspot.com/2010/11/yesterday-was-pure-bad-day.html' title=''/><author><name>von</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11387499602644100831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SbYgjs28Kdc/S_eOSe2OpiI/AAAAAAAAALY/za1ynmwx_60/S220/21052010809.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1538801422592782800.post-750918622162282859</id><published>2010-11-01T02:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T02:56:25.502+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;earest bf just got back from Cameron. Gosh! Was I so excited to see him! It just felt weird to let my weekends gone without him. &amp;gt;&amp;lt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guess what's the first thing he said when he saw me? &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;"Baby, I'm sorry!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. I was like, "Huh? What for?". He showed me a sad face. "I'm sorry coz I didn't get you flowers from Cameron. They didn't sell roses at those places we went". And the best part was that he actually gone to florist stores trying to find roses but they were all closed. That silly darling! He's just the sweetest thing! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Instead of roses, I got a cute lil hot pink coloured cactus. LOL! We named it Mimi. =D&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SbYgjs28Kdc/TM25WSlpsGI/AAAAAAAAAME/Vm-gjC_z7GQ/s1600/011120101684.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SbYgjs28Kdc/TM25WSlpsGI/AAAAAAAAAME/Vm-gjC_z7GQ/s320/011120101684.jpg" width="209" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Mimi will be the witness of our love growing as days passed and grow along :) It's been 6months now! Things are as sweet as how it started and I hope it'll always be..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;I LOVE YOU, BABY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1538801422592782800-750918622162282859?l=fabulosityismyword.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabulosityismyword.blogspot.com/feeds/750918622162282859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabulosityismyword.blogspot.com/2010/11/d-earest-bf-just-got-back-from-cameron.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1538801422592782800/posts/default/750918622162282859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1538801422592782800/posts/default/750918622162282859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabulosityismyword.blogspot.com/2010/11/d-earest-bf-just-got-back-from-cameron.html' title=''/><author><name>von</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11387499602644100831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SbYgjs28Kdc/S_eOSe2OpiI/AAAAAAAAALY/za1ynmwx_60/S220/21052010809.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SbYgjs28Kdc/TM25WSlpsGI/AAAAAAAAAME/Vm-gjC_z7GQ/s72-c/011120101684.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1538801422592782800.post-6269204117087396743</id><published>2010-10-30T03:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T03:59:31.985+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BIRTHDAYS?</title><content type='html'>yeap! Imma talk bout birthdays..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do the term "birthday" means to you? Do you find it something special or is it just another ordinary day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, birthdays are something special when it's about the people around me.. Without those days, they wouldn't be in my life now. That's why I tend to remember them. =D But when it comes to mine, it's just another ordinary day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about you? ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1538801422592782800-6269204117087396743?l=fabulosityismyword.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabulosityismyword.blogspot.com/feeds/6269204117087396743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabulosityismyword.blogspot.com/2010/10/birthdays.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1538801422592782800/posts/default/6269204117087396743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1538801422592782800/posts/default/6269204117087396743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabulosityismyword.blogspot.com/2010/10/birthdays.html' title='BIRTHDAYS?'/><author><name>von</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11387499602644100831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SbYgjs28Kdc/S_eOSe2OpiI/AAAAAAAAALY/za1ynmwx_60/S220/21052010809.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1538801422592782800.post-3651225715496995051</id><published>2010-10-29T02:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T02:16:24.291+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Is a girl asking too much if she expects more from her guy?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wish he's more understanding but how can he when he's no me&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wish he's a romantic coz that's really sweet but he's just ain't one&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wish he's good at surprising as that's something I enjoy&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes I wish he would be more to the person I wish he could be but that's just impossible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noone's perfect and I guess we shouldn't expect too much :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Life's nothing but a journey, sailing through the rough yet smooth sea of emotions and obstacles.. I always remember this quote from a friend, "One must overcome difficulties, not to be overcome by difficulties". Who says life would be easy? There's a new challenge everyday. It's up to us to stay strong and get through it, or to be defeated by it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I'm strong enough to go through this last month before hell ends! &amp;gt;&amp;lt;"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1538801422592782800-3651225715496995051?l=fabulosityismyword.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabulosityismyword.blogspot.com/feeds/3651225715496995051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabulosityismyword.blogspot.com/2010/10/is-girl-asking-too-much-if-she-expects.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1538801422592782800/posts/default/3651225715496995051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1538801422592782800/posts/default/3651225715496995051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabulosityismyword.blogspot.com/2010/10/is-girl-asking-too-much-if-she-expects.html' title=''/><author><name>von</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11387499602644100831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SbYgjs28Kdc/S_eOSe2OpiI/AAAAAAAAALY/za1ynmwx_60/S220/21052010809.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1538801422592782800.post-6697248094542963222</id><published>2010-10-25T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T22:15:21.187+08:00</updated><title type='text'>feeling like a crap</title><content type='html'>been sick for few days now.. this really sucks! whole day sneezing non-stop, mountain of tissues piling up, blur the whole day! sigh! and to add to all these crap, I failed my PA paper.. One of the papers that you're supposed to pass easily :( But I wasn't the only one to fail this stupid paper.. This is the second time I didn't manage to finish all questions. Seems like I really gotta buckle up! &amp;gt;&amp;lt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than all the shite(s) that happened, I guess today's jz another normal day passing by bringing me closer to Doom's Day! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dearest daddy bought a pair of rabbits and another pair of guinea pigs, especially for me coz he always sees me playing with those stray pups that are all now gone.. I wonder who adopted them. Anyhow, I hope they get good care takers :) Signing out now! Peace! ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1538801422592782800-6697248094542963222?l=fabulosityismyword.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabulosityismyword.blogspot.com/feeds/6697248094542963222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabulosityismyword.blogspot.com/2010/10/feeling-like-crap.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1538801422592782800/posts/default/6697248094542963222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1538801422592782800/posts/default/6697248094542963222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabulosityismyword.blogspot.com/2010/10/feeling-like-crap.html' title='feeling like a crap'/><author><name>von</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11387499602644100831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SbYgjs28Kdc/S_eOSe2OpiI/AAAAAAAAALY/za1ynmwx_60/S220/21052010809.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1538801422592782800.post-5675186314886913102</id><published>2010-06-25T00:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T00:09:17.431+08:00</updated><title type='text'>everything about you</title><content type='html'>i miss everything about you.. from your touch, to your smile, your laughter, your hugs, your warmth, your smell, EVERYTHING! :) love the way you pulled me into your arms and tell me that everything will be ok when something's wrong. it feels so right when you always there for me no matter what. it's funny when i complained i'm fat and show you the fatty layers and yet you said i'm skinny. wonder whether you mean it or just said it to make me happy. haha! love the way you pushed my hair behind my ears while you looked me in the eyes. it feels like we're connected to each other's soul, loving you more each second. i miss you even more when we have our heart-to-heart talk, cuddled up in each other's embrace. so sweet! and also the part where you always remind me how much you love me and how you don't want the sand in the hour-glass to run out..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baby, as always, ily! &amp;nbsp;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1538801422592782800-5675186314886913102?l=fabulosityismyword.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabulosityismyword.blogspot.com/feeds/5675186314886913102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabulosityismyword.blogspot.com/2010/06/everything-about-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1538801422592782800/posts/default/5675186314886913102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1538801422592782800/posts/default/5675186314886913102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabulosityismyword.blogspot.com/2010/06/everything-about-you.html' title='everything about you'/><author><name>von</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11387499602644100831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SbYgjs28Kdc/S_eOSe2OpiI/AAAAAAAAALY/za1ynmwx_60/S220/21052010809.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1538801422592782800.post-3472127193566164549</id><published>2010-06-22T01:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T01:57:25.487+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's been a while since i last felt like this.. don't know what is the exact word to describe this feeling.. It felt something like lonely, empty, cold and hollow.. I felt as though I'm losing a part of me each time I feel this way.. Everytime I just wanna be alone, let this feeling eat me up slowly, feel it deep and finally tear.. Weird huh?? Well, I guess when they say girls are emo creatures, there's a truth to it ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1538801422592782800-3472127193566164549?l=fabulosityismyword.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabulosityismyword.blogspot.com/feeds/3472127193566164549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabulosityismyword.blogspot.com/2010/06/its-been-while-since-i-last-felt-like.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1538801422592782800/posts/default/3472127193566164549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1538801422592782800/posts/default/3472127193566164549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabulosityismyword.blogspot.com/2010/06/its-been-while-since-i-last-felt-like.html' title=''/><author><name>von</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11387499602644100831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SbYgjs28Kdc/S_eOSe2OpiI/AAAAAAAAALY/za1ynmwx_60/S220/21052010809.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1538801422592782800.post-8456405413000611095</id><published>2010-05-30T07:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T07:11:32.259+08:00</updated><title type='text'>inner thoughts??</title><content type='html'>have you ever feel hurt by someone till you can feel the pain paralyzing you? As you can feel the nerves pulling and the tears just flowed like a river. Sometimes it just makes me wonder, it's that why people cut their wrist? So that they can ease the pain by letting the pain "flows out" with the blood? That's what I heard before. How true is that? One thing's for sure, crying out definitely flows out the emotions along. Although it doesn't ease the pain, yet it still helps. Bit by bit, till you're tired, I guess that's when all of the emotions are out. :) And so I read somewhere that girls' tears are like the sand in an hour-glass. Once they run dry, that's when your time is up. I agree on that. When they're out of tears, I guess that's when they're tired of everything, on the edge of giving up. There's still hope of course, but how big is it? Are they still willing to give you a second chance? Or do they just wanna move on without you? The best solution is, treat your girl right. You never wanna give her the chance to think twice. Trust me! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1538801422592782800-8456405413000611095?l=fabulosityismyword.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabulosityismyword.blogspot.com/feeds/8456405413000611095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabulosityismyword.blogspot.com/2010/05/inner-thoughts.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1538801422592782800/posts/default/8456405413000611095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1538801422592782800/posts/default/8456405413000611095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabulosityismyword.blogspot.com/2010/05/inner-thoughts.html' title='inner thoughts??'/><author><name>von</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11387499602644100831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SbYgjs28Kdc/S_eOSe2OpiI/AAAAAAAAALY/za1ynmwx_60/S220/21052010809.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1538801422592782800.post-1104439482142009928</id><published>2010-05-23T04:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T04:26:39.051+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;as i feel his warmth and breath as he hug me goodbye, he secretly whispered the 3 words in my ears.. I was surprised at 1st then touched. I didn't expect it to happen so soon as I thought he needed more time. And as we kiss goodbye, he said it again while looking into my eyes.Aww, how he took my breath away.. I guess that's one of his charm. :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;And it feels so weird to actually introduce your boyfriend to your parents! Trust me! It's awkward.. But I'm glad I did it because he's worth it. I'm glad I found you. Guess God sent you from above to take care of me, so there's no running away now! :D&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;I love you too, baby! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1538801422592782800-1104439482142009928?l=fabulosityismyword.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabulosityismyword.blogspot.com/feeds/1104439482142009928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabulosityismyword.blogspot.com/2010/05/as-i-feel-his-warmth-and-breath-as-he.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1538801422592782800/posts/default/1104439482142009928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1538801422592782800/posts/default/1104439482142009928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabulosityismyword.blogspot.com/2010/05/as-i-feel-his-warmth-and-breath-as-he.html' title=''/><author><name>von</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11387499602644100831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SbYgjs28Kdc/S_eOSe2OpiI/AAAAAAAAALY/za1ynmwx_60/S220/21052010809.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1538801422592782800.post-522963483653795576</id><published>2010-05-17T00:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T00:55:46.114+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I&amp;nbsp;don't know how long can I take it anymore.. You're always hiding your thoughts from me.. Why can't you just get straight to the point? Why do you always like to pretend like nothing's going on? Don't you know I'm here for you? That I'm willing to share everything? That I'm willing to listen.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's just take this as a test, we'll see how long can I survive..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1538801422592782800-522963483653795576?l=fabulosityismyword.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabulosityismyword.blogspot.com/feeds/522963483653795576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabulosityismyword.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-know-how-long-can-i-take-it-anymore.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1538801422592782800/posts/default/522963483653795576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1538801422592782800/posts/default/522963483653795576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabulosityismyword.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-know-how-long-can-i-take-it-anymore.html' title=''/><author><name>von</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11387499602644100831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SbYgjs28Kdc/S_eOSe2OpiI/AAAAAAAAALY/za1ynmwx_60/S220/21052010809.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1538801422592782800.post-3307974754901965178</id><published>2010-05-06T01:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T01:57:40.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the rush of emotions, so not pleasant.. it got me feelin so down and emo.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i see your sad face, i felt the emotion too. I duno why but it just struck me.. which makes me wonder why are you so sad. is it that you're missing her? is it that you recall the "us" memories between u and her? is it that you're missing every single thing about her tht you want her by your side now? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i couldn't admit that&amp;nbsp;i was feeling uneasy when i saw that "box of memories" by your bed. but wat could i do than to pretend i'm ok? pondering back it got me wonder, am i jz a substitute? jz someone to replace her, someone for you to get over her.. i really dunno.. a lot of questions were playing in my head but they shall be remained silence. i do hope as time passes by, everything will be proven. that you really like me for who i am, not jz another girl that you're interested in. And of coz i do hope that you can let go of the past and move on. as i stare at the stars and pray, i pray that everything goes well, not only for u, but us..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1538801422592782800-3307974754901965178?l=fabulosityismyword.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabulosityismyword.blogspot.com/feeds/3307974754901965178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabulosityismyword.blogspot.com/2010/05/rush-of-emotions-so-not-pleasant.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1538801422592782800/posts/default/3307974754901965178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1538801422592782800/posts/default/3307974754901965178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabulosityismyword.blogspot.com/2010/05/rush-of-emotions-so-not-pleasant.html' title=''/><author><name>von</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11387499602644100831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SbYgjs28Kdc/S_eOSe2OpiI/AAAAAAAAALY/za1ynmwx_60/S220/21052010809.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1538801422592782800.post-5167429748744831065</id><published>2010-05-05T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T23:35:29.255+08:00</updated><title type='text'>she's such a b*tch</title><content type='html'>ugh! why r you so annoying?! why do you have to be so irritating?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people might think you're very angelic and sweet&amp;nbsp;coz they don't see the real you yet but us that know you well enough, you're a pain in d ass! I think you do&amp;nbsp;know that as people are gettin to know you, they're avoiding you rite? If u dun, I really do feel sorry for you.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's one situation that best describe her annoying attitude! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we were to carry out an experiment on chromatography. Every group were given a cylinder filled with the solvent needed. There's 12 groups, so the lab assistant only prepared 12 of the cylinders.. As everyone was getting done with their set-ups, one group went and tell teacher that they didn't have the cylinder. Teacher was surprised as the cylinders were prepared just enough for everyone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;teacher: ok, this group doesn't have their cylinder. Who did the experiment twice?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone was lookin around, wondering. well, of coz some of us suspected tht b*tch coz she's so damn tht type of f*ckin selfish b*tch!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she was pretending to look around too till teacher said she will check the cylinders if no one admits. (we put names on the chromatography paper so it doesn't get mix up) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and guess wat?! tht f*ckin b*tch actually walks to the cylinders, open one of them and removed the paper. she was the one using the&amp;nbsp;other group's solvent to do another set and she can f*ckin pretend tht it wasn't her! ugh! how f*cked up is tht?! the best part, she didn't even bother to apologise!! wtf!! she really got no respect and manners i tell you! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, go on and pretend to be all angelic. like anyone would ever be blinded by your disgusting acts&amp;nbsp;now! no one dislikes you without reasons, it been you that causes all that! I really feel sorry tht you're so pathetic! well done for getting&amp;nbsp;more haters in the class! all the best to&amp;nbsp;you! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1538801422592782800-5167429748744831065?l=fabulosityismyword.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabulosityismyword.blogspot.com/feeds/5167429748744831065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabulosityismyword.blogspot.com/2010/05/shes-such-btch.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1538801422592782800/posts/default/5167429748744831065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1538801422592782800/posts/default/5167429748744831065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabulosityismyword.blogspot.com/2010/05/shes-such-btch.html' title='she&apos;s such a b*tch'/><author><name>von</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11387499602644100831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SbYgjs28Kdc/S_eOSe2OpiI/AAAAAAAAALY/za1ynmwx_60/S220/21052010809.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1538801422592782800.post-6478243935409538733</id><published>2010-05-03T14:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T14:22:48.971+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stumble, mumble, grumble</title><content type='html'>argh!!! MUET!!! why do you have to such a killer?? *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't wake up this morning, was too lazy to get my butt off the bed. The bed was too comfortable, couldn't blame me for tht! =D Was all relax till I meet my friends. Books were everywhere, all opened up to the speaking section. Ugh! Why they just gotta read all those now? Does it even make a difference? For the sake of it, I also flipped thru the pages without knowing what I'm reading.. Boring! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11.30am&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's time! now my nerves are getting into me! it feels as if my heart is gonna burst out from under the rib cage!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt;&amp;lt; here we go, all seated and facing the paper.. The question.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you were given the chance to be the Prime Minister of Malaysia for one term, what is the greatest achievement will you leave behind?&lt;/strong&gt; Mine was about world class education. What about tht to talk about? Crap! I just know there's lots of "erms &amp;amp; ahhs" between my sentences and stumble here and there. Why would tht happened now?! *sigh*&amp;nbsp;Then the group discussion, another mistake. As things went on, I only felt that my heart is pounding fast and my face definitely gets hotter by the minute! 10minutes seem to be so long...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all in all, everyone thinks that we cooperated well, covering up each other's mistake and spoke not so bad.. Idk.. I just hope everyone scores well! ;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~i duno why but i think i'm missing you alr. your image keeps running thru my mind, as though it's repeated again and again. but who wouldn't when you're jz too cute? :) ~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1538801422592782800-6478243935409538733?l=fabulosityismyword.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabulosityismyword.blogspot.com/feeds/6478243935409538733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabulosityismyword.blogspot.com/2010/05/stumble-mumble-grumble.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1538801422592782800/posts/default/6478243935409538733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1538801422592782800/posts/default/6478243935409538733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabulosityismyword.blogspot.com/2010/05/stumble-mumble-grumble.html' title='stumble, mumble, grumble'/><author><name>von</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11387499602644100831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SbYgjs28Kdc/S_eOSe2OpiI/AAAAAAAAALY/za1ynmwx_60/S220/21052010809.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1538801422592782800.post-205203941979425416</id><published>2010-05-03T00:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T00:43:39.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's just so weird how you can bond to somebody in&amp;nbsp;just a week? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything happened so fast, or should I say in a rush? But when things just happen, you can't control it right? Especially those that involved feelings.. It can strike you immediately, but can also evaporate easily. It can make you on cloud9 but also put you in hell. I guess sometimes it just depends on your love luck huh? Whether you found "The One" who is&amp;nbsp;"destined" to share your ups &amp;amp; downs in life and shower you with never ending love instead of making your life miserable.&amp;nbsp;LOL &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything about him just makes me wanna get to know him better.. It's like&amp;nbsp;he's a magnet, pulling me closer to him every time we meet. Who would have expect things to&amp;nbsp;go smoothly on the 1st date itself? I thought it was gonna be all awkward and weird, but I'm definitely looking forward to the next one. =D One after another, things seem to get better. I just feel comfortable around him, he's just so natural. As in he's not like those guys who try so hard to impress a girl (acting cool and all), he's just being himself, shy yet friendly, nice and sweet. ;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i do hope magic would work it's miracle because I do see a glimpse of hope in his eyes. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1538801422592782800-205203941979425416?l=fabulosityismyword.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabulosityismyword.blogspot.com/feeds/205203941979425416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabulosityismyword.blogspot.com/2010/05/its-just-so-weird-how-you-can-bond-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1538801422592782800/posts/default/205203941979425416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1538801422592782800/posts/default/205203941979425416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabulosityismyword.blogspot.com/2010/05/its-just-so-weird-how-you-can-bond-to.html' title=''/><author><name>von</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11387499602644100831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SbYgjs28Kdc/S_eOSe2OpiI/AAAAAAAAALY/za1ynmwx_60/S220/21052010809.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1538801422592782800.post-8939210989439141671</id><published>2010-04-26T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T23:18:10.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>zombie-ness</title><content type='html'>i shdn't had slept late, was quite a zombie in school today. Even walk also I gotta dragged myself. &amp;gt;&amp;lt; ok, mayb a lil dramatic, but tht's how I felt.. Got back my Chem paper today, as usual teacher was disappointed with our results.. This time I almost pass, jz short of 2 marks! but big improvement compared to d 1st test.&lt;br /&gt;....................................................................................................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;why everytime when I on9, tht guy jz have to find topics to talk one? I'm already giving subtle hints that I'm not interested and he jz doesn't get it.. OMG! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thk God there's some1 who makes my day better.. hope u knw u're the one I'm talking about..&amp;nbsp;imu! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1538801422592782800-8939210989439141671?l=fabulosityismyword.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabulosityismyword.blogspot.com/feeds/8939210989439141671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabulosityismyword.blogspot.com/2010/04/zombie-ness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1538801422592782800/posts/default/8939210989439141671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1538801422592782800/posts/default/8939210989439141671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabulosityismyword.blogspot.com/2010/04/zombie-ness.html' title='zombie-ness'/><author><name>von</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11387499602644100831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SbYgjs28Kdc/S_eOSe2OpiI/AAAAAAAAALY/za1ynmwx_60/S220/21052010809.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1538801422592782800.post-7805049209168299994</id><published>2010-04-19T21:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T21:00:22.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you, God!</title><content type='html'>While I was doing my Biology paper today, I was feeling very sleepy, like some blur case.. Answer some questions then rest a while, got up do again, rest again.. Who wouldn't feel sleepy at that hour of time? If can, I would wanna hibernate. The weather is really a killer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time passed by... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I looked at the clock, there is still 10 minutes left. I really need to go to the ladies but I kinda have this feeling that I have to go through my answers again. As if there's something wrong but I just couldn't tell what is it.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Squeezing my brain juice trying to figure out in what cell does the reaction occur. But Krebs cycle?? There's no answer to that! How can that be?! OMG! &amp;gt;&amp;lt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally at the last 5 minutes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG!! It's not the Krebs cycle! It's the Hatch-Slack Pathway! I have to changed all the answers in that few crucial minutes! (It was a structured question) Managed to change the answers but the whole paper was full of scribbles. I actually wanted to ask teacher whether can she read those writing. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really grateful that I didn't waste that last 10 minutes going to the washroom although I really have to pee.. Imagine if I just passed up the paper with those initial answers, I think I'm gonna failed the paper and my teacher gonna kill me.. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1538801422592782800-7805049209168299994?l=fabulosityismyword.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabulosityismyword.blogspot.com/feeds/7805049209168299994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabulosityismyword.blogspot.com/2010/04/thank-you-god.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1538801422592782800/posts/default/7805049209168299994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1538801422592782800/posts/default/7805049209168299994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabulosityismyword.blogspot.com/2010/04/thank-you-god.html' title='Thank you, God!'/><author><name>von</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11387499602644100831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SbYgjs28Kdc/S_eOSe2OpiI/AAAAAAAAALY/za1ynmwx_60/S220/21052010809.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1538801422592782800.post-5787232854263194221</id><published>2010-03-13T13:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T13:48:28.531+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>woah! no19 in Larian Diraja Bandar Klang! din expect tht, since i jz wanna join for fun. Plus I din get to sleep d previous nite. Got home at 2+, shower &amp;amp; all and it's alr 3 sth, got up at 5am! All thanks to Mr. A lar.. lol! But it was worth it, enjoyed hanging out with him even though it was our 1st outing.. I thought it was gonna b awkward, but it was all alrite. I think running's gonna b my new ecstasy. D fun of it comes when u jz enjoy running without d stress of winning &amp;amp; reached d finishing line feeling all relax.. :) Gonna&amp;nbsp;join more open events when hv d chance! teehee!~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~when someone appreciates u, they tend to remind u how special u are to them &amp;amp; they meant it sincerely :)~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1538801422592782800-5787232854263194221?l=fabulosityismyword.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabulosityismyword.blogspot.com/feeds/5787232854263194221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabulosityismyword.blogspot.com/2010/03/woah-no19-in-larian-diraja-bandar-klang.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1538801422592782800/posts/default/5787232854263194221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1538801422592782800/posts/default/5787232854263194221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabulosityismyword.blogspot.com/2010/03/woah-no19-in-larian-diraja-bandar-klang.html' title=''/><author><name>von</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11387499602644100831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SbYgjs28Kdc/S_eOSe2OpiI/AAAAAAAAALY/za1ynmwx_60/S220/21052010809.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1538801422592782800.post-3902606364083289042</id><published>2010-03-05T13:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T13:41:41.417+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Today SMKTAR had its cross-country which was supposed to b on the 25th of Feb but postponed due to d MSSD's cross country. Well, everything was so far so gd. =D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SbYgjs28Kdc/S5CX5x3RSXI/AAAAAAAAAJY/BT5xw7UDmiQ/s1600-h/05032010212.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SbYgjs28Kdc/S5CX5x3RSXI/AAAAAAAAAJY/BT5xw7UDmiQ/s320/05032010212.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pics tht I took randomly in my house, jz wanna share.. :) Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SbYgjs28Kdc/S5CX985GYrI/AAAAAAAAAJg/eouZ0U2kthQ/s1600-h/07022010001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SbYgjs28Kdc/S5CX985GYrI/AAAAAAAAAJg/eouZ0U2kthQ/s320/07022010001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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My life's a mess! Everything's is so crazily&amp;nbsp;out of control. My homework's piled up, hv a heck of a time to catch up with studies&amp;nbsp;&amp;amp; d freaking mssd is so near! &amp;gt;&amp;lt;" Yet i'm here wondering whether d moments we shared were jz dreams or sth more.&amp;nbsp;I told myself to get over u &amp;amp;&amp;nbsp;I did, but u jz had to pull me in for another ride. Now that I miss u so, where have u gone? Wish u're here.. But it's all jz a wish, one that cannot be fulfilled..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1538801422592782800-9163717334181203114?l=fabulosityismyword.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabulosityismyword.blogspot.com/feeds/9163717334181203114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabulosityismyword.blogspot.com/2010/02/omg-my-lifes-mess-everythings-is-so.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1538801422592782800/posts/default/9163717334181203114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1538801422592782800/posts/default/9163717334181203114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabulosityismyword.blogspot.com/2010/02/omg-my-lifes-mess-everythings-is-so.html' title=''/><author><name>von</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11387499602644100831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SbYgjs28Kdc/S_eOSe2OpiI/AAAAAAAAALY/za1ynmwx_60/S220/21052010809.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1538801422592782800.post-2491705915116839042</id><published>2010-02-13T01:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T01:54:49.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's been ages since I last update coz was pretty busy.. Guess I'll jz keep it short &amp;amp; sweet! :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently having muscle pain at my legs &amp;amp; ass, all thanks to d mssd training. Having d cross-country on 25th. Jz for this, I'm so damn tanned. *sigh* After this still&amp;nbsp;got d olahraga thing.&amp;nbsp;I wonder how dark can I go till it's all over.. :( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from tht, got a new handphone, all thanks to daddy! My baby's a week old now yet still lovely.. lol! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, it's d eve. All sorts of questions been running through my mind. "Where to go? Who to meet? Wat to do? When to get crazy?". Jz can't wait to get crazy but thinking of d training seesions tht r yet to come &amp;amp; how I'm supposed to try to catch up with lessons as I've been out of sch for d training, it's really wearing my mood. *sigh sigh sigh* I guess I'll jz switch on d crazy mood for now &amp;amp; leave d rest for later. Tht's if I can survive through..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1538801422592782800-2491705915116839042?l=fabulosityismyword.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabulosityismyword.blogspot.com/feeds/2491705915116839042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabulosityismyword.blogspot.com/2010/02/its-been-ages-since-i-last-update-coz.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1538801422592782800/posts/default/2491705915116839042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1538801422592782800/posts/default/2491705915116839042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabulosityismyword.blogspot.com/2010/02/its-been-ages-since-i-last-update-coz.html' title=''/><author><name>von</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11387499602644100831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SbYgjs28Kdc/S_eOSe2OpiI/AAAAAAAAALY/za1ynmwx_60/S220/21052010809.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1538801422592782800.post-5818444867369679372</id><published>2010-01-23T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T22:19:13.288+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's been ages since&amp;nbsp;I last update here.. :D only can describe my life now with 2 words, "fabulously busy!".. class, house practice, tuitions, stay backs.. almost everyday d same routine. by d time I got home, I'm already half dead.. (x.x") &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had replacement class this morning. It was for CNY. Was really sleepy, can feel d effect when was at d wheels. *blur blur* Took a nap when got into class, thanks to d absence of our MUET teacher. Got back Chem's assessment paper, teacher AGAIN was kinda disappointed with our results. (Feeling so guilty, &amp;gt;&amp;lt;") &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout d whole day, Maths class was a pure torture. She continued with trigonometry today. ARGH!! Hate tht topic, it seriously made our heads spinned &amp;amp; squeezed d brain juice out of us! Bare touch d questions after few attempts (headache), ended up counting down to 1.40pm with Teng.. Was grumbling about d questions &amp;amp; talking craps.. :P And today's jogging session was not bad, hopefully helps in my high jump event on Mon. Kinda nervous about it! Wish me luck!~&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1538801422592782800-5818444867369679372?l=fabulosityismyword.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabulosityismyword.blogspot.com/feeds/5818444867369679372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabulosityismyword.blogspot.com/2010/01/its-been-ages-since-last-update-here.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1538801422592782800/posts/default/5818444867369679372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1538801422592782800/posts/default/5818444867369679372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabulosityismyword.blogspot.com/2010/01/its-been-ages-since-last-update-here.html' title=''/><author><name>von</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11387499602644100831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SbYgjs28Kdc/S_eOSe2OpiI/AAAAAAAAALY/za1ynmwx_60/S220/21052010809.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1538801422592782800.post-7460837343058928974</id><published>2009-12-28T03:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T03:03:29.007+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bbq nite / we'll miss u!</title><content type='html'>gonna blog bout 2 days! XD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday, 26th&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;almost can't get up for d photo shoot thingy but thanks to Serah's morning call which rescued me. Wai loon&amp;nbsp; was our victim of d day as he gotta get his butt off d bed so early to b our cameraman (thanks to me!). Snap, snap, snap, pose, pose, pose and we're done. Went for a drink then back to home to help out for d nite's bbq. I was totally exhausted, wanna take a nap but jz a minute after I rest my head, calls flowed in. *sigh* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was all&amp;nbsp;worth everything at d end of d nite as I really had fun. Was hopping from a group to another, had good food and looooooooots of laughter. Most of them have managed to make it which is really awesome! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SbYgjs28Kdc/Szeq7LugWOI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/GvH2-zGLAoA/s1600-h/DSC00013.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SbYgjs28Kdc/Szeq7LugWOI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/GvH2-zGLAoA/s320/DSC00013.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SbYgjs28Kdc/SzesRbHGGnI/AAAAAAAAAIY/k7B17vatNUQ/s1600-h/17848_220863372917_708852917_3264629_5149027_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SbYgjs28Kdc/SzesRbHGGnI/AAAAAAAAAIY/k7B17vatNUQ/s320/17848_220863372917_708852917_3264629_5149027_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;(all in d pics r jz part of d crowd)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday 27.12.09&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reached Jeth &amp;amp; raced up d stairs, I so dun wanna b late for this farewell dinner. At least wanna b there earlier than sir. lol! Thank God I'm not d&amp;nbsp;latest. We were all chit-chatting while waiting for sir to arrive. He came with his whole family, mdm still look hot as ever &amp;amp; his kids r still cute! ;) As we were eating &amp;amp; chatting away, every1 was busy passing a card under d table to b signed. sneaky huh? lol! Everything was so great till d "goodbye" session. It was really emo. We're so gonna miss u! Best sir ever! *lots of love ;)*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SbYgjs28Kdc/SzeslzOepWI/AAAAAAAAAIo/FqB7-lwOuLc/s1600-h/DSC00026.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SbYgjs28Kdc/SzeslzOepWI/AAAAAAAAAIo/FqB7-lwOuLc/s320/DSC00026.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1538801422592782800-7460837343058928974?l=fabulosityismyword.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabulosityismyword.blogspot.com/feeds/7460837343058928974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabulosityismyword.blogspot.com/2009/12/bbq-nite-well-miss-u.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1538801422592782800/posts/default/7460837343058928974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1538801422592782800/posts/default/7460837343058928974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabulosityismyword.blogspot.com/2009/12/bbq-nite-well-miss-u.html' title='bbq nite / we&apos;ll miss u!'/><author><name>von</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11387499602644100831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SbYgjs28Kdc/S_eOSe2OpiI/AAAAAAAAALY/za1ynmwx_60/S220/21052010809.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SbYgjs28Kdc/Szeq7LugWOI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/GvH2-zGLAoA/s72-c/DSC00013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1538801422592782800.post-6053535122125820777</id><published>2009-12-26T03:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T03:39:15.184+08:00</updated><title type='text'>B.U.S.Y</title><content type='html'>3pm, tht's d time we started our work. Disect la, inject la, busy preserving all d "fresh stocks" tht Serah &amp;amp; Wai loon caught. While I was preparing to disect d bigger grasshopper, it grab on to my forceps! omg! wth, it's still alive even though we put quite an amount of chlorofoam! &amp;gt;&amp;lt;" I've got no choice but to disect it alive, it was super scary. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SbYgjs28Kdc/SzUQyJwTbBI/AAAAAAAAAIA/0KBN8HGaupk/s1600-h/DSC00499.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SbYgjs28Kdc/SzUQyJwTbBI/AAAAAAAAAIA/0KBN8HGaupk/s320/DSC00499.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SbYgjs28Kdc/SzUQ3EYNnMI/AAAAAAAAAII/lyFglw2Oy2k/s1600-h/DSC00503.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SbYgjs28Kdc/SzUQ3EYNnMI/AAAAAAAAAII/lyFglw2Oy2k/s320/DSC00503.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after hours of focusing on d "surgery", we moved on to preparing d frame for d insect display. We grabbed a quick dinner then moved on to preparing d quardrats for d nx morning's stuffs. Have to prepare 10 of those with d wooden chopsticks &amp;amp; tangled strings everywhere. It was a mess! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*.. i'm so tired alr but we're nt done yet. nt even close! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;done with d quardrats d, gotta settle d plants. Slowly "playing jigsaw puzzles" n trying to make it artistic. All those work really cost a lot, as in back ache, leg cramps, butt numb, etc.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FINALLY, everything's settled! Guess what time is it? 12.30 AM, as in midnight! went mamak for supper then send Serah home. Gosh, another long busy day to start in another less than 5 hours. Time to zZz! ;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- i jz realised, tht u're not even worth my time. might as well i jz let it go than falling in for another ride. i'm tired of it. time to disown u.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;:) -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1538801422592782800-6053535122125820777?l=fabulosityismyword.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabulosityismyword.blogspot.com/feeds/6053535122125820777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabulosityismyword.blogspot.com/2009/12/busy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1538801422592782800/posts/default/6053535122125820777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1538801422592782800/posts/default/6053535122125820777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabulosityismyword.blogspot.com/2009/12/busy.html' title='B.U.S.Y'/><author><name>von</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11387499602644100831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SbYgjs28Kdc/S_eOSe2OpiI/AAAAAAAAALY/za1ynmwx_60/S220/21052010809.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SbYgjs28Kdc/SzUQyJwTbBI/AAAAAAAAAIA/0KBN8HGaupk/s72-c/DSC00499.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1538801422592782800.post-4763270286391192838</id><published>2009-12-22T14:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T14:51:03.134+08:00</updated><title type='text'>first time! ;0</title><content type='html'>"coming now",tht's wat Da texted me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, sh*t! they're on d way d! OMG,OMG! we're still facebook-ing &amp;amp; gossiping.. got about 15minutes before they're here. Quickly apply some eyeliner, mascara &amp;amp; some foundation to cover d panda eyes @.@, helped Teng. Helping her to apply all tht seriously took quite&amp;nbsp;a while, giggle here, giggle there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're here, I opened d door &amp;amp; rushed back upstairs (told them to wait for 5minutes). My room was a mess! Everything's everywhere. Said 5 minutes but&amp;nbsp;in d end I think they waited for almost half an hour! =D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SbYgjs28Kdc/SzBoVmUPMMI/AAAAAAAAAH4/M0xhrZN8KPI/s1600-h/DSC00324.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SbYgjs28Kdc/SzBoVmUPMMI/AAAAAAAAAH4/M0xhrZN8KPI/s320/DSC00324.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Went MOS but it was totally like a ghost club, silence..&amp;nbsp;then ciao to Coco Banana, which has a lot of uncle &amp;amp; aunties there. D band playing there was singing all those oldies. Kinda felt sien but as d clock strokes midnight, time to shake some booty! D catchy tunes r on! ~woot!.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SbYgjs28Kdc/SzBnxMtVbBI/AAAAAAAAAHw/IHzTsNLCco0/s1600-h/DSC00316.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SbYgjs28Kdc/SzBnxMtVbBI/AAAAAAAAAHw/IHzTsNLCco0/s320/DSC00316.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Party till 2sth then hit back to Klang, dropped by Asoka for supper. Came home had some girl talk till 5 plus. ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1538801422592782800-4763270286391192838?l=fabulosityismyword.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabulosityismyword.blogspot.com/feeds/4763270286391192838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabulosityismyword.blogspot.com/2009/12/first-time-0.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1538801422592782800/posts/default/4763270286391192838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1538801422592782800/posts/default/4763270286391192838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabulosityismyword.blogspot.com/2009/12/first-time-0.html' title='first time! ;0'/><author><name>von</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11387499602644100831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SbYgjs28Kdc/S_eOSe2OpiI/AAAAAAAAALY/za1ynmwx_60/S220/21052010809.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SbYgjs28Kdc/SzBoVmUPMMI/AAAAAAAAAH4/M0xhrZN8KPI/s72-c/DSC00324.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1538801422592782800.post-3883705960627595738</id><published>2009-12-20T03:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T03:07:23.078+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Japanese??</title><content type='html'>i was late for the gathering. it was raining so heavily &amp;amp; d jam was terrible! reached there d some more hv to hunt for parking lot. ~aihx.. anyways, when we were at JCo's, there's this girl who's from some charity organisation going around tables to tables to ask for donations. Jeff &amp;amp; I were plotting on how to brush her off when she comes to our table. Since Jeff knew a lil Jap, we thought of pretending to be Japanese. ;D Even got Jay into d plot. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl approaches our table.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;girl : ni hao, ni men hui shuo hua yi mar? (how r u? do u understand mandarin?) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jeff: konichiwa, watashi jeffrey.. then dunno wat lar.. so damn loooooong.. (everything in Japanese)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the girl eyes-wided,mouth gasped.. excited, waving hi &amp;amp; all..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;girl: u ppl from japan? konichiwa,watashi yumiko. nice to meet u. i'm frm malaysia. u ppl understand english? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeff was stunned! He was so nervous tht he started giggling! Jay &amp;amp; I was looking at each other trying to suppress our laughter.. damn swtz wei! do we really looked like Japanese?? OMG!! she belief! ;D Then Jay told her tht we were jz fooling around,we're nt Japanese cz Jeff's reaction spoilt d fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;girl: oh, so u ppl r malaysians? chinese? family ar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first japanese, now family?? omg! she's really funny! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then she goes on bout the whole donating stuff while we jz nodded &amp;amp; smiled.. in the end... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;girl : so, i hope u ppl can donate some $$ to help those needed,etc etc.. rm10 can supply them food for 3 days,bla bla bla...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in d end, Jeff reluctantly took out rm10 &amp;amp; handed her in agony! haha, serve him right! See whether he dares to fool other ppl nx time! XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1538801422592782800-3883705960627595738?l=fabulosityismyword.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabulosityismyword.blogspot.com/feeds/3883705960627595738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabulosityismyword.blogspot.com/2009/12/japanese.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1538801422592782800/posts/default/3883705960627595738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1538801422592782800/posts/default/3883705960627595738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabulosityismyword.blogspot.com/2009/12/japanese.html' title='Japanese??'/><author><name>von</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11387499602644100831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SbYgjs28Kdc/S_eOSe2OpiI/AAAAAAAAALY/za1ynmwx_60/S220/21052010809.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1538801422592782800.post-5336564113034433040</id><published>2009-12-18T00:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T00:58:27.347+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what a day..</title><content type='html'>i barely sleep again.. dragged my butt off d bed &amp;amp; hit d showers. was like a walking zombie. off to school for 3 hrs of Chemistry. Argh! sometimes I do get annoyed in d class.. She's like trying to squeeze everything one shot into our lil brains in tht looooooooooooong 3 hrs! non-stop copying notes &amp;amp; all, not even a toilet break.&amp;nbsp; =/ kinda miss those.. lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thk God I got few hrs of beauty sleep before another 2hrs of Maths. was totally dead asleep till my mum came in &amp;amp; woke me up. Seriously exhausted, never felt this in a while. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;out of all those torturing moments, thr is 1 good news!!! NO classes till school reopens!! that means..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PARTY, PARTY, PARTY for d next coming 2 weeks! Yay!&amp;nbsp; ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1538801422592782800-5336564113034433040?l=fabulosityismyword.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabulosityismyword.blogspot.com/feeds/5336564113034433040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabulosityismyword.blogspot.com/2009/12/what-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1538801422592782800/posts/default/5336564113034433040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1538801422592782800/posts/default/5336564113034433040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabulosityismyword.blogspot.com/2009/12/what-day.html' title='what a day..'/><author><name>von</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11387499602644100831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SbYgjs28Kdc/S_eOSe2OpiI/AAAAAAAAALY/za1ynmwx_60/S220/21052010809.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1538801422592782800.post-9006854653885698102</id><published>2009-12-16T02:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T02:45:20.188+08:00</updated><title type='text'>STRESSSSSSSSSSSSSS!...</title><content type='html'>last min decided to go Indian Street in search for a saree for RC nite.. but ended up empty-handed coz all the pretty ones are wayyyyyyy beyond my budget(only wearing once!).. then went to Modern, and guess who I saw?? Pn. Sunita!!!! omg!!! i miss her soooooooooooo much! she's like one of d best &amp;amp; coolest teachers around! ;D she still recognised me, tht's the best part! I'm touched! hehe.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, she walked towards my table and asked how am I doing &amp;amp; so on.. she still looked as sweet as ever! ;) &lt;br /&gt;her last sentence was "study hard yeah, all the best!". argh!! now superrrrrrrr stress! i so don't wanna disappoint her yet i'm lazy.. *sigh* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another thing is i'm having Chem classes on Thurs &amp;amp; Fri morning which I don't know whether I can make it out alive as I didn't revise a thing. I'm so dead meat!! *sigh sigh sigh*&amp;nbsp; And now I'm having a major headache! :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1538801422592782800-9006854653885698102?l=fabulosityismyword.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabulosityismyword.blogspot.com/feeds/9006854653885698102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabulosityismyword.blogspot.com/2009/12/stressssssssssssss.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1538801422592782800/posts/default/9006854653885698102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1538801422592782800/posts/default/9006854653885698102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabulosityismyword.blogspot.com/2009/12/stressssssssssssss.html' title='STRESSSSSSSSSSSSSS!...'/><author><name>von</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11387499602644100831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SbYgjs28Kdc/S_eOSe2OpiI/AAAAAAAAALY/za1ynmwx_60/S220/21052010809.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1538801422592782800.post-4294883608266578557</id><published>2009-12-13T18:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T18:22:58.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>crazy nite!</title><content type='html'>omg!! it's more than half an hour already, gotta rush!&amp;nbsp; &amp;gt;&amp;lt;" i picked up all stuffs, all threw into my bag then zooooooom! Grab my car keys and let's go! Was half way driving then received a text "call back asap". I knew it's Vinnesh and I thought he was already at the station. I called back tht number and he told me tht he jz got into the train!!!! swtz!! What am I to do at the station later for half an hour?! I drove real slow.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreamt, camwhored, sang, etc in the car while waiting.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30 minutes later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked a guy towards my car. Hey,&amp;nbsp;I recognised tht hair! lol! It's him! We headed to Jusco without knowing what to do there. Then decided to catch a movie but what it there to watch?? Princess &amp;amp; The Frog! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SbYgjs28Kdc/SyS3br3YFBI/AAAAAAAAAHE/AjwumrHCSIA/s1600-h/DSC00319.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SbYgjs28Kdc/SyS3br3YFBI/AAAAAAAAAHE/AjwumrHCSIA/s320/DSC00319.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;After the movie, we went to Black Canyon to have our dinner. Met a really old friend there, it's been ages! The last time I saw him was in primary school! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SbYgjs28Kdc/SyS3IOVPswI/AAAAAAAAAGk/qZKorj7a0sg/s1600-h/DSC00304.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SbYgjs28Kdc/SyS3IOVPswI/AAAAAAAAAGk/qZKorj7a0sg/s320/DSC00304.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Vinnesh with his shaggy hair &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SbYgjs28Kdc/SyS3M4nY86I/AAAAAAAAAGs/49gI9Z1fRHE/s1600-h/DSC00308.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SbYgjs28Kdc/SyS3M4nY86I/AAAAAAAAAGs/49gI9Z1fRHE/s320/DSC00308.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;he took this while I was enjoying my Black Hazelnut Mocha &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SbYgjs28Kdc/SyS3QxNX0II/AAAAAAAAAG0/uvBCkGOcktU/s1600-h/DSC00310.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SbYgjs28Kdc/SyS3QxNX0II/AAAAAAAAAG0/uvBCkGOcktU/s320/DSC00310.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;our old friend, Keeshend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I was the only one eating, he wanna make me fat! haha! as if he will succeed, I've been trying to do that for a while. We headed to my crib later on coz he wanna visit&amp;nbsp;my momma. A little chit-chat then we went to a mamak at Bayu&amp;nbsp;to meet up with my friends. Then i get to know that there's no more train service! The last one was at 11.45pm. Guess that I gotta go back to pick my momma then send Vinnesh home to Subang. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;While waiting at the traffic, Wen da text me saying he can follow me to Subang. Awesome! Now, I don't to keep my mum awake &amp;amp; we can hang out a bit at Vinnesh's place. We were crazy in the car, loud music, singing.. ;D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Vinnesh had a random plan when we reached Subang, shisha! Stopped at a mamak, then he went and order d shisha thingy (strawberry flavoured). It was funny, they were doing it like pros while I was so noob at it tht I really felt embarrassed. Each time I wanna try, they'll focus on me waiting for funny reactions. Damn idiotic! XD Vinnesh even blew the smoke into Wen da's water. lol! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SbYgjs28Kdc/SyS3Wjh-EPI/AAAAAAAAAG8/aKlgsWkXt38/s1600-h/DSC00311.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SbYgjs28Kdc/SyS3Wjh-EPI/AAAAAAAAAG8/aKlgsWkXt38/s320/DSC00311.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;shisha-ing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Hang out at Vinnesh's place for a bit then hit the highway to get home. It was a really quiet trip home coz Wen da wasn't feeling well and I seriously feel like smacking his head. He was feeling not well and he didn't tell me! If I knew tht earlier, I wouldn't had tag him along. But still, it was a crazy awesome nite! Got home exhausted around 3+ in the morning! ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1538801422592782800-4294883608266578557?l=fabulosityismyword.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabulosityismyword.blogspot.com/feeds/4294883608266578557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabulosityismyword.blogspot.com/2009/12/crazy-nite.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1538801422592782800/posts/default/4294883608266578557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1538801422592782800/posts/default/4294883608266578557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabulosityismyword.blogspot.com/2009/12/crazy-nite.html' title='crazy nite!'/><author><name>von</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11387499602644100831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SbYgjs28Kdc/S_eOSe2OpiI/AAAAAAAAALY/za1ynmwx_60/S220/21052010809.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SbYgjs28Kdc/SyS3br3YFBI/AAAAAAAAAHE/AjwumrHCSIA/s72-c/DSC00319.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1538801422592782800.post-272891642044543977</id><published>2009-12-13T17:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T17:22:19.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>11.12.09</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;here we go, another bug catching adventure. This time is more like we plan to have fun there. It was a public holiday but the crowd was ok. Thank God we were jz lucky enough to get all of us a bike! ~phew! Cycle here &amp;amp; there, caught some butterlies which are really beautiful and their wings are in perfect condition. =) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SbYgjs28Kdc/SySvM05T6LI/AAAAAAAAAGU/SSEh25JQCSU/s1600-h/IMG_1149.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SbYgjs28Kdc/SySvM05T6LI/AAAAAAAAAGU/SSEh25JQCSU/s320/IMG_1149.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;group photo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SbYgjs28Kdc/SySvJKigM5I/AAAAAAAAAGM/A1MLFHCO71A/s1600-h/IMG_1153.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SbYgjs28Kdc/SySvJKigM5I/AAAAAAAAAGM/A1MLFHCO71A/s320/IMG_1153.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;guess who's leg is this? ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SbYgjs28Kdc/SySvGskGS5I/AAAAAAAAAGE/H8rwbJpPxiI/s1600-h/IMG_1161.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SbYgjs28Kdc/SySvGskGS5I/AAAAAAAAAGE/H8rwbJpPxiI/s320/IMG_1161.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;never ending camwhore 1.. in car also d camera was clicking non-stop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SbYgjs28Kdc/SySwsVMkN6I/AAAAAAAAAGc/VlXsNXG8eJk/s1600-h/IMG_1187.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SbYgjs28Kdc/SySwsVMkN6I/AAAAAAAAAGc/VlXsNXG8eJk/s320/IMG_1187.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;we went to Jusco for lunch. Wanted to go for a karaoke session after tht but the price was pretty high, we decided to save our purses from getting another hole (too much of outcome).. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SbYgjs28Kdc/SySu5h6_vGI/AAAAAAAAAF8/WFlaNb-R0ZQ/s1600-h/IMG_1205.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SbYgjs28Kdc/SySu5h6_vGI/AAAAAAAAAF8/WFlaNb-R0ZQ/s320/IMG_1205.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;next stop, my place. we did all those preservation stuffs there &amp;amp; discussed bout other projects. Then I suggested that all of us for&amp;nbsp;a little jog in the park. Took some stupid pics before leaving to the park. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SbYgjs28Kdc/SySu0wlhn8I/AAAAAAAAAF0/Bd_aMhVQUpk/s1600-h/IMG_1208.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SbYgjs28Kdc/SySu0wlhn8I/AAAAAAAAAF0/Bd_aMhVQUpk/s320/IMG_1208.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;see, even the thing to tie curtain also can play. -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1538801422592782800-272891642044543977?l=fabulosityismyword.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabulosityismyword.blogspot.com/feeds/272891642044543977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabulosityismyword.blogspot.com/2009/12/111209.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1538801422592782800/posts/default/272891642044543977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1538801422592782800/posts/default/272891642044543977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabulosityismyword.blogspot.com/2009/12/111209.html' title='11.12.09'/><author><name>von</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11387499602644100831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SbYgjs28Kdc/S_eOSe2OpiI/AAAAAAAAALY/za1ynmwx_60/S220/21052010809.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SbYgjs28Kdc/SySvM05T6LI/AAAAAAAAAGU/SSEh25JQCSU/s72-c/IMG_1149.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1538801422592782800.post-2271626151900153570</id><published>2009-12-05T23:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T23:45:48.044+08:00</updated><title type='text'>insect preservation! ;)</title><content type='html'>Oh, man! Time to get up! Can I like jz sleep for another 5 mins?? T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wai loon brought us to an estate in Teluk Gong to try our luck today. Expect to get some grasshopper or beetle but ended up with jz a dragonfly &amp;amp; fed the mosquitoes thr (they’re ferocious!! @.@”). Then headed to his house to preserve the big moth tht Serah’s bro had caught. Enjoy the process! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SbYgjs28Kdc/Sxp-BlPgZbI/AAAAAAAAAFk/zWh72GPzCcE/s1600-h/IMG_1062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411776467881190834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 221px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SbYgjs28Kdc/Sxp-BlPgZbI/AAAAAAAAAFk/zWh72GPzCcE/s320/IMG_1062.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 1. kill the insect, then disect it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SbYgjs28Kdc/Sxp9gV8iB1I/AAAAAAAAAFc/9xLmwswRFxM/s1600-h/IMG_1078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411775896839391058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SbYgjs28Kdc/Sxp9gV8iB1I/AAAAAAAAAFc/9xLmwswRFxM/s320/IMG_1078.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 2. remove its digestive system and whatever's inside until it is empty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SbYgjs28Kdc/Sxp9gKduWBI/AAAAAAAAAFU/sNJo3TfnHaw/s1600-h/IMG_1079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411775893757384722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 205px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SbYgjs28Kdc/Sxp9gKduWBI/AAAAAAAAAFU/sNJo3TfnHaw/s320/IMG_1079.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;3. clean the inner part of the insect with cotton soaked in formaline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SbYgjs28Kdc/Sxp9fwGYt9I/AAAAAAAAAFM/i_bt3rkkXn4/s1600-h/IMG_1091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411775886680176594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 245px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SbYgjs28Kdc/Sxp9fwGYt9I/AAAAAAAAAFM/i_bt3rkkXn4/s320/IMG_1091.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;4. stuff cotton soaked in formaline until it is back to its original shape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SbYgjs28Kdc/Sxp9fk469nI/AAAAAAAAAFE/jqJi2HX8Opo/s1600-h/IMG_1093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411775883670910578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 235px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SbYgjs28Kdc/Sxp9fk469nI/AAAAAAAAAFE/jqJi2HX8Opo/s320/IMG_1093.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 5. pin it to a platform and arrange the wings properly, starting with the back ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SbYgjs28Kdc/Sxp9fT5qp2I/AAAAAAAAAE8/G9RH_lh4s0Y/s1600-h/IMG_1097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411775879110633314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SbYgjs28Kdc/Sxp9fT5qp2I/AAAAAAAAAE8/G9RH_lh4s0Y/s320/IMG_1097.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;6. pin the paper to the polystyrene when u're done arranging. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Now, u jz gotta put it under the sun for half an hour everyday for 2-3 weeks. When it's dry, u'll have ur own preserved insect! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1538801422592782800-2271626151900153570?l=fabulosityismyword.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabulosityismyword.blogspot.com/feeds/2271626151900153570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabulosityismyword.blogspot.com/2009/12/insect-preservation.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1538801422592782800/posts/default/2271626151900153570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1538801422592782800/posts/default/2271626151900153570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabulosityismyword.blogspot.com/2009/12/insect-preservation.html' title='insect preservation! ;)'/><author><name>von</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11387499602644100831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SbYgjs28Kdc/S_eOSe2OpiI/AAAAAAAAALY/za1ynmwx_60/S220/21052010809.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SbYgjs28Kdc/Sxp-BlPgZbI/AAAAAAAAAFk/zWh72GPzCcE/s72-c/IMG_1062.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1538801422592782800.post-7768946760960028072</id><published>2009-12-03T21:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T21:41:24.465+08:00</updated><title type='text'>J-card Members' Day! ;)</title><content type='html'>time to shop! mummy came &amp;amp; woke me up at 8.30am! (again i din get much sleep, still awake at 6. i think i'm dying.) gosh, i dun wanna leave my comfortable lovely bed!! T.T but promised to go with her, gotta get my butt off d bed.. take my own sweet time bathing then went woke bro. ate b'fast &amp;amp; JJ, here i come! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hMmm.. as always, JJ was freakin crowded! every1's busy going thru everything as if tht they were F.O.C. -.-" i picked a few stuffs then head for d fitting room (lonnnnnnnnnng queue).. there's this kid who's darn annoying, as in really got on2 every1's nerve who were thr. he was with his aunt &amp;amp; grandma. d grandma jz went n look at some clothes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kid : ah yi (aunt in mandarin), where's grandma? izit take go burn d? *laughing*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was like "wth! so young alr saying all this kinda stuffs, cursing d grandma to die??? OMG!"&lt;br /&gt;every1 thr was staring at him unbelievably &amp;amp; he jz repeatedly joke bout it.. even his aunt can't shut him up n felt embarrassed. then d girls in front of me were gossiping tht d whole family's uncivilized n all.. i jz felt more cranky standing thr. wat's with all this drama man.. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after shopping went for maths class, felt worse.. having headache &amp;amp; listening to his lectures jz make it worse.. =( promised us a break for dec &amp;amp; now?? 3 hrs of class on Monday! (normally 2hrs) *sigh, sigh, sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, jz done preserving a gigantic bee. guess i shd hit d showers then off to bed. begin to feel unwell..  T.T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1538801422592782800-7768946760960028072?l=fabulosityismyword.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabulosityismyword.blogspot.com/feeds/7768946760960028072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabulosityismyword.blogspot.com/2009/12/j-card-members-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1538801422592782800/posts/default/7768946760960028072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1538801422592782800/posts/default/7768946760960028072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabulosityismyword.blogspot.com/2009/12/j-card-members-day.html' title='J-card Members&apos; Day! ;)'/><author><name>von</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11387499602644100831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SbYgjs28Kdc/S_eOSe2OpiI/AAAAAAAAALY/za1ynmwx_60/S220/21052010809.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1538801422592782800.post-2627128418648124223</id><published>2009-12-02T01:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T01:26:36.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SbYgjs28Kdc/SxVOvCRP6qI/AAAAAAAAACE/vP-vEaD3BdI/s1600/IMG_0999.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410317097325554338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SbYgjs28Kdc/SxVOvCRP6qI/AAAAAAAAACE/vP-vEaD3BdI/s320/IMG_0999.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;first of all, happy BELATED birthday to piggy Loon! lol! he wanted to hv steamboat, so we went to Chen Chen Ho at Bkt Tinggi2.. he didn't know bout d b'day thing we're doing.. ;D we ordered d set for 2 person n 2 flavours of soup, tom yam n d normal 1..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(forgotten to take pics bout tht, so we'll jz skip. lol!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After d meal, we asked d waiter to bring d cake..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loon : gosh, wat's with d cake n all? i'm so shy wei! haha.. no birthday songs yeah, pls! *blushes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me : quak, mayb we shd ask whether they hv mic or not! hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quak : yeah, sing it out loud! (laughs)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loon: noooooo!! i dun want! we'll jz light d candles, make a wish and tht's it.. k, k? pls..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me &amp;amp; quak : hahaha!!! ok lar.. good enuf..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(d waiter off d fan n we were lighting d candles.. out of a sudden..&lt;br /&gt;"happy birthday to u, happy birthday to u......." hahaha!! they played a birthday song! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loon : wtf??! why birthday song??? argh!! i'm so paisehhhhhhh!.. wtf, wtf!... (cursing repeatly)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me &amp;amp; quak : *laughs non-stop*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(everyone was looking at us, wondering who's d one celebrating..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loon : happy birthday to me, happy birthday to me....... (say only dun want, nx moment alr syok sendiri!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..d song ended, he made a wish n blew d candles.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SbYgjs28Kdc/SxVOu4V7R0I/AAAAAAAAAB8/I2Sljj2jdoc/s1600/IMG_1000.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410317094660818754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 257px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SbYgjs28Kdc/SxVOu4V7R0I/AAAAAAAAAB8/I2Sljj2jdoc/s320/IMG_1000.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;our birthday boy! =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SbYgjs28Kdc/SxVOuhZQEYI/AAAAAAAAAB0/481kR0g-nao/s1600/IMG_1002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410317088500748674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 282px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SbYgjs28Kdc/SxVOuhZQEYI/AAAAAAAAAB0/481kR0g-nao/s320/IMG_1002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SbYgjs28Kdc/SxVOuDo4m0I/AAAAAAAAABs/ckHIeasu-fM/s1600/IMG_1006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410317080513256258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 271px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SbYgjs28Kdc/SxVOuDo4m0I/AAAAAAAAABs/ckHIeasu-fM/s320/IMG_1006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SbYgjs28Kdc/SxVOt1fRTrI/AAAAAAAAABk/s9zG_8S3c2o/s1600/IMG_1014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410317076714835634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SbYgjs28Kdc/SxVOt1fRTrI/AAAAAAAAABk/s9zG_8S3c2o/s320/IMG_1014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;guess d cake was too yummy! haha! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;after d dinner, quak gotta leave to pick his sis.. left me n loon.. we got nth do &amp;amp; ended up lepaking in jj.. walked thr n here.. comment on this &amp;amp; tht.. we hanged out there till they announce tht they're closing in 15mins.. haha! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;had lots of fun &amp;amp; laughter tonite, hoping tht tmr's karaoke plan is on! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/1538801422592782800-2627128418648124223?l=fabulosityismyword.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabulosityismyword.blogspot.com/feeds/2627128418648124223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabulosityismyword.blogspot.com/2009/12/first-of-all-happy-belated-birthday-to.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1538801422592782800/posts/default/2627128418648124223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1538801422592782800/posts/default/2627128418648124223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabulosityismyword.blogspot.com/2009/12/first-of-all-happy-belated-birthday-to.html' title=''/><author><name>von</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11387499602644100831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SbYgjs28Kdc/S_eOSe2OpiI/AAAAAAAAALY/za1ynmwx_60/S220/21052010809.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SbYgjs28Kdc/SxVOvCRP6qI/AAAAAAAAACE/vP-vEaD3BdI/s72-c/IMG_0999.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1538801422592782800.post-3667649506386223112</id><published>2009-12-01T11:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T11:58:49.199+08:00</updated><title type='text'>argh!!! pissed ar!!</title><content type='html'>damn! wat time did i fell asleep? i dun even knw.. feels like i din even sleep at all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh!! so, as i was bout to hv a lil rest, my phone rang! dad's id came out on d screen..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was like "wth, surely gt sth to do.. ugh! can i jz ignore it?".. so, i silent d 1st call.. hehe.. then reluctantly answered d 2nd..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dad : "ling, can u pls open d door for d guy to come in to fix boy's air-con?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@#*&amp;amp;%~^! fix, fix, fix! fixed dunno hw many times d still gotta fix! wth! din c mine gt any prob! can't even get a rest jz cz they gotta fix tht stupid air-con! &gt;={ they better fix it well this time cz they jz ruined my day!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1538801422592782800-3667649506386223112?l=fabulosityismyword.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabulosityismyword.blogspot.com/feeds/3667649506386223112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabulosityismyword.blogspot.com/2009/12/argh-pissed-ar.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1538801422592782800/posts/default/3667649506386223112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1538801422592782800/posts/default/3667649506386223112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabulosityismyword.blogspot.com/2009/12/argh-pissed-ar.html' title='argh!!! pissed ar!!'/><author><name>von</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11387499602644100831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SbYgjs28Kdc/S_eOSe2OpiI/AAAAAAAAALY/za1ynmwx_60/S220/21052010809.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1538801422592782800.post-6679526023791672306</id><published>2009-12-01T03:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T03:33:02.379+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1st blog.. and i dunno wat to blog bout..</title><content type='html'>lol, i can't sleep and so i visited a friend's blog and ended up signing for one.. ;D hMmm.. well, i can't think of anything to blog yet.. decided to post on a stupidly funny moment tht my friend had already blogged.. it nvr fails to make me laugh till i hv stomach cramps.. enjoy! (it's frm my friend's perspective yeah, NOT mine! lol!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;errr.... well...... i dont really know how to blog, but i will just start out with what i did today.... erm.... well..... today was very embarrasing when i went to a mcdonald's drive thru at bukit tinggi petronas... it happens that there is a new machine where you can order food from it... i was with yvone and kenny's sis... at first i thought that machine is something like a touch screen or there is a computerised woman taking your order verbally but when i stopped there, there was nothing but a tv, and a speaker..... there were no buttons.... so i wondered awhile, starring at the machine like an idiot..... suddenly, a voice came out! saying 'selamat malam, apa yang anda mahu (something like that)", so i thought woo this computerised woman doesn't seems computerised at all.... lolz... but after a few 'hello, helllo' she start responding to it as if she is real!! and then i noticed there is an operator operating somewhere..... 'oh.................' was what i thought... so i started ordering an 'unfamiliar burger to me' for yvone..... err.... something something which i din pronounce it right.... haha, but somehow the operator understands it... i was glad... then the stuff i ordered appeared at the tv screen.. then..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;operator:apa lagi yang anda mahu? (something like that)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me:err.... bagi saya satu mcflurry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;operator:berapa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me:satu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;operator:apa flavour yang anda mau?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me:smarties (for your information, there is m&amp;amp;m's flavour only.... there is no such thing as smarties)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;operator:sorry, apa flavour?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(so i thought she cant hear me cos, i'm talking to a machine you see, so i speak abit louder this time... and fyi, there is ppl sitting around that area enjoying their stuff wan you know....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me:err... saya nak SMarties... SMarties...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;operator:(she say something something which show's that she dont understand what i was saying.....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me:saya nak SSSSSSMMMMMMAAAAAARRRRRRRRRTTTTTTIIIIIIIEEEESSSSSSSSSS.........SSSSSMMMMMAAAAARRRRRRTTTTTTIIIIIIIIEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(at this time yvone and chie yi noticed that i ordered wrong and started laughing out loud....i was thinking, 'what??? got wrong meh???')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cy &amp;amp; yvone :(together making noises while laughing..) not smarties!! m&amp;amp;m's la !! (then keep laughing and making noice....................)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me to the operator:oh sorry, saya nak F&amp;amp;N.....&lt;br /&gt;(at this time, i was thinking... WTF?? got such thing wan meh??? ice cream with F&amp;amp;N????????? so i reacted sponteneously and loudly) WHAT THE.................!!!! (then i faced them and asked)...... GOT SUCH THING AS F&amp;amp;N WITH ICE CREAM WAN MEH !?!??!?! (obviously, i heard wrongly bout the m&amp;amp;m's thing.... and at that time, i really din think of such thing as m&amp;amp;m's existed.. dono y....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yvone:(keep laughing non stop)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me to the operator:sorry, can you give me a min pls.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chie yi:(keep explaining to me what i was wrong while laughing out loud.... but still i din get it.... lolx.... then she even writen it on air!! the word 'M'!! but still i din get it.... cos i wasn't really looking at what she wrote....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gladly, the operator response to me a few seconds later.. and the thing i wanted to order appeared in the screen..... hahahhaha..... and now i can really remember what the hell they were trying to tell me.... because the symbol 'm&amp;amp;m' looks very familiar.... two stupid chocolate ball with hand and legs, one red, one yellow, that fell into a kid's mouth, came in my mind....hahhahahah.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me:oh... mereka cakap m&amp;amp;hmh.... (i cant even pronounce it right that time) errr.. m&amp;amp;hmh... WHATEVER LA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;operator:itu saja?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me:yup! itu saja!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(well, the ppl that eating there was starring at us that time.... because we were making so much noise....)this is not the end!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yvone &amp;amp; chie yi:(still laughing non stop)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;operator:harganya ialah rm 7.34... sila bayar dekat counter depan... terima kasih&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(well, i din really noticed she said bayar depan, and what came in my mind was just grab that thing, and chao!... so i drive all the way to the front.... BUT PASSED THE COUNTER!! the receptionist was waving at me, yvone and cy was shouting at me, then only i noticed.... oh... i not yet pay... ahhhahhahhaha... so i go astern&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i reacted that way because normally after i order something i would pay on the spot then only i go to the next station and get my stuff... it's a habit...! it's always like that! it's programmed in my brain already! so when i order my stuff at the machine, i automatically wanted to take my stuff and chao at the next station!once again, i'm embarrassed... )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;erm...actually i did not really felt embarrassed la.... felt more like.. hm... exp... a damn funny exp.... but there will be no next time... hahhaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1538801422592782800-6679526023791672306?l=fabulosityismyword.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabulosityismyword.blogspot.com/feeds/6679526023791672306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabulosityismyword.blogspot.com/2009/11/1st-blog-and-i-dunno-wat-to-blog-bout.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1538801422592782800/posts/default/6679526023791672306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1538801422592782800/posts/default/6679526023791672306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabulosityismyword.blogspot.com/2009/11/1st-blog-and-i-dunno-wat-to-blog-bout.html' title='1st blog.. and i dunno wat to blog bout..'/><author><name>von</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11387499602644100831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SbYgjs28Kdc/S_eOSe2OpiI/AAAAAAAAALY/za1ynmwx_60/S220/21052010809.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
