<?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-2233111503506437540</id><updated>2011-11-28T08:42:17.533+08:00</updated><category term='Me'/><category term='Life'/><category term='Emo Thoughts'/><category term='Rants'/><category term='Notification'/><category term='Things Unsaid'/><category term='Uni Life'/><category term='Photos'/><category term='Thoughts'/><category term='Memories'/><category term='Daily Stuff'/><category term='Vacation'/><category term='Tags'/><title type='text'>Where My Heart Is...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233111503506437540/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233111503506437540/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Miss Nobody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SEJAVlgndFI/AAAAAAAAAgA/80hANUop8ks/S220/DSC015651123.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>147</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233111503506437540.post-1395912688602456766</id><published>2011-03-09T00:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T00:42:09.507+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Do I need a permit to get angry?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2233111503506437540-1395912688602456766?l=wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com/feeds/1395912688602456766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233111503506437540&amp;postID=1395912688602456766&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233111503506437540/posts/default/1395912688602456766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233111503506437540/posts/default/1395912688602456766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com/2011/03/do-i-need-permit-to-get-angry.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Nobody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SEJAVlgndFI/AAAAAAAAAgA/80hANUop8ks/S220/DSC015651123.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233111503506437540.post-2555486719675550319</id><published>2010-12-11T01:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T01:39:54.808+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An empty shell</title><content type='html'>If life as a person is all about what you look outside, I rather be invisible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br 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href='http://wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com/feeds/2555486719675550319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233111503506437540&amp;postID=2555486719675550319&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233111503506437540/posts/default/2555486719675550319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233111503506437540/posts/default/2555486719675550319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com/2010/12/if-life-as-person-is-all-about-what-you.html' title='An empty shell'/><author><name>Miss Nobody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SEJAVlgndFI/AAAAAAAAAgA/80hANUop8ks/S220/DSC015651123.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233111503506437540.post-6658128788172528210</id><published>2010-11-17T00:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T01:04:02.120+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>Birthday Resolutions</title><content type='html'>Allow me to jot down my resolutions of the year although you know, resolutions are rarely followed. Its being a year full of eye openers, not what I had actually expected, but at least things are back on track for now.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.Explain myself more, and do not expect everybody to understand who you really are. Do not think people have psychic powers to know what am I really thinking, do less mind guessing game, as apparently people ended up assuming the opposite of me.&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;2.Be less &lt;i&gt;gancheong&lt;/i&gt; about everything. Apparently I get nerves on when things are not &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;settled after 10 minutes, and I start whining whining and whining, and my hearts starts &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;pumping like mad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;3.Too be less harsh on self. Sometimes things are just meant to be like that, and there is &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;nothing I can do about facts. What I should do is just stop blaming myself and luck and &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;whatever shit there is, and just take a deep breath and move. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;4.To not have that cocky face and rolling eyes expression. Gives people that I-don't-give-a-&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;damn look. *wides grin *puppy eyes &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;5. To appreciate more things around me and mean everything I do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2233111503506437540-6658128788172528210?l=wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com/feeds/6658128788172528210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233111503506437540&amp;postID=6658128788172528210&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233111503506437540/posts/default/6658128788172528210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233111503506437540/posts/default/6658128788172528210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com/2010/11/birthday-resolutions.html' title='Birthday Resolutions'/><author><name>Miss Nobody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SEJAVlgndFI/AAAAAAAAAgA/80hANUop8ks/S220/DSC015651123.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233111503506437540.post-6824399210720950592</id><published>2010-10-22T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T23:43:26.001+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I really.need.to.spill. *breaks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2233111503506437540-6824399210720950592?l=wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com/feeds/6824399210720950592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233111503506437540&amp;postID=6824399210720950592&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233111503506437540/posts/default/6824399210720950592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233111503506437540/posts/default/6824399210720950592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-really.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Nobody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SEJAVlgndFI/AAAAAAAAAgA/80hANUop8ks/S220/DSC015651123.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233111503506437540.post-5248467334036425387</id><published>2010-10-17T10:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T10:41:57.641+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Things Unsaid'/><title type='text'>Rants</title><content type='html'>I hate it when all people tell me they don't want eat breakfast/lunch/dinner and eat it at their rooms. Biscuits and milo or maggi isn't a meal! *rolling eyes* But then I hate it because I have to eat alone and food sucks when you are alone.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate it when I want to study and suddenly my eyes are dried, my emotions are not right, I'm sleepy etc etc. Its just a bunch of lies and excuses my brain gives! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate it when everybody goes back home for good food and I don't want to go back cause home is just too comfy for me to study! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate it when my Uni doesn't gives me a good study week!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate complaining again so I'm off to study kthanxbai.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2233111503506437540-5248467334036425387?l=wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com/feeds/5248467334036425387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233111503506437540&amp;postID=5248467334036425387&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233111503506437540/posts/default/5248467334036425387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233111503506437540/posts/default/5248467334036425387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com/2010/10/rants.html' title='Rants'/><author><name>Miss Nobody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SEJAVlgndFI/AAAAAAAAAgA/80hANUop8ks/S220/DSC015651123.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233111503506437540.post-5619311774805389210</id><published>2010-09-02T18:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T19:10:24.091+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Changes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt; I have to say I'm a non versatile person. I hardly accept changes. Especially when I see things around me change.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;People change for different reasons, to fit in environment, to be a better person or due to drastic events.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah, I &lt;i&gt;do &lt;/i&gt;know changes happen.  And I have to admit everybody change (including me)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its just that, no matter how things change, I just hope it doesn't really change who you really are, and what makes you now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Its being separated, and nothing changes''&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2233111503506437540-5619311774805389210?l=wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com/feeds/5619311774805389210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233111503506437540&amp;postID=5619311774805389210&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233111503506437540/posts/default/5619311774805389210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233111503506437540/posts/default/5619311774805389210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com/2010/09/changes.html' title='Changes'/><author><name>Miss Nobody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SEJAVlgndFI/AAAAAAAAAgA/80hANUop8ks/S220/DSC015651123.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233111503506437540.post-6859089963246489857</id><published>2010-07-03T13:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T13:49:37.022+08:00</updated><title type='text'>无能为力</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2233111503506437540-6859089963246489857?l=wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com/feeds/6859089963246489857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233111503506437540&amp;postID=6859089963246489857&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233111503506437540/posts/default/6859089963246489857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233111503506437540/posts/default/6859089963246489857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com/2010/07/blog-post.html' title='无能为力'/><author><name>Miss Nobody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SEJAVlgndFI/AAAAAAAAAgA/80hANUop8ks/S220/DSC015651123.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233111503506437540.post-3246191754770309865</id><published>2010-04-30T11:45:00.017+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T12:53:29.437+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Things Unsaid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Stuff'/><title type='text'>Last post for this semester</title><content type='html'>I am sitting at my desk in KBH K11B-323 for the last time. Sitting at the desk that I have been studying for the whole year, I am blogging for the last time this semester. (not that I have blog a lot anyway).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This semester was really different from last one. I felt more used to uni life, although it merely sucks when the food is bad, and when there is no water. And how monkeys invade our block's garbage bins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Study Life&lt;br /&gt;I think I brag too much about my timetable anyway. But frankly I enjoyed some of my courses this semester. I skip more lessons :p :p , but I pay more attention to lectures I enjoyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/S9pZXXme8kI/AAAAAAAABVo/O4cIMDQd9r0/s1600/048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/S9pZXXme8kI/AAAAAAAABVo/O4cIMDQd9r0/s400/048.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465779355774808642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Microbiology Lab. Which drives us crazy. The lecturer gives you an earthquake when you don't finish your report. The lab assistant scolds you and embarrased you when you can't answer question. Lecturer that chased you out if you are 15 minutes late for class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was one of the lectures that I enjoyed most because I learnt how microbes are really important in our life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/S9pZmFvHT4I/AAAAAAAABVw/UkhsdeXrlfU/s1600/228.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/S9pZmFvHT4I/AAAAAAAABVw/UkhsdeXrlfU/s400/228.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465779608677207938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Biodiversity lab. A subject I really not into. But I just wanted to post this because my handphone take cool pictures from the microscope hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/S9pZw3I4FiI/AAAAAAAABV4/8eg34li62ls/s1600/139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/S9pZw3I4FiI/AAAAAAAABV4/8eg34li62ls/s400/139.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465779793737291298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acting cute or whatever you call that. Thats a dry starfish by the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/S9pZH7pteYI/AAAAAAAABVg/lJd4uLNA4sA/s1600/275.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/S9pZH7pteYI/AAAAAAAABVg/lJd4uLNA4sA/s400/275.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465779090574113154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Study week. Everyday library from 8am- 10pm. Slept on the desk for numerous time. Lay legs on the chair （whoops) , and get fat by eating a LOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Social life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I don't really have one this semester haha. Whenever I eat, go out, gatherings, I only go out with like 3 or 4 person?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. 1 is My Roomate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/S9pUoYV-JUI/AAAAAAAABVA/ucMEUFox6yI/s1600/Roomate+and+me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/S9pUoYV-JUI/AAAAAAAABVA/ucMEUFox6yI/s400/Roomate+and+me.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465774150473622850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strange that we clique due to differences. Haha. I have mentioned how different we were in the previous post anyway. I just want to say thanks for tolerating my absent mindedness, my clumsiness and my alarm that goes crazy at 3am in the morning. :p :p :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/S9pWdnhOyPI/AAAAAAAABVI/kUi5f0BJxjk/s1600/Grace+and+Herng+Min+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/S9pWdnhOyPI/AAAAAAAABVI/kUi5f0BJxjk/s400/Grace+and+Herng+Min+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465776164592077042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shermaine Gan. Statistic Student. From Kluang. Choir. She always say " I don't do this, I'm a low profile person!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/S9pYgj_bF1I/AAAAAAAABVY/_JZDEBUnus4/s1600/DSC04844.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/S9pYgj_bF1I/AAAAAAAABVY/_JZDEBUnus4/s400/DSC04844.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465778414207833938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wendy Tinn. Very pretty in real life, out-going, always got elected for Secretary, very good in Singing, attached =.=, and she is abit aunty in real life when she writes how much we owe her on the board hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family life&lt;br /&gt;There are times where I really wished I have home-cooked food and soup. And warm baths. So thats the time where I ran to my cousins place. I am personally very touched.  End of story haha I don't say these stuff often do I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I see this toddler I feel so much better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/S9pbxNpV5FI/AAAAAAAABWA/M6ln7hjvm64/s1600/266.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/S9pbxNpV5FI/AAAAAAAABWA/M6ln7hjvm64/s400/266.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465781998802297938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh. Sorry wrong picture. P/S: Study hard for your finals okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/S9pcBp2MYzI/AAAAAAAABWI/HC2BL4Ia4vU/s1600/IMG_0792.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/S9pcBp2MYzI/AAAAAAAABWI/HC2BL4Ia4vU/s400/IMG_0792.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465782281250300722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chew Jin Yew Sarangheyo! hahahahaha this is embarassing ==&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/S9pchlO7xEI/AAAAAAAABWQ/-Vq0hnYHzwA/s1600/DSC04120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/S9pchlO7xEI/AAAAAAAABWQ/-Vq0hnYHzwA/s400/DSC04120.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465782829767705666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always like to wake up at 330am where everybody is asleep and I'm greeted with this scenery. View from my room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/S9pdbtLILII/AAAAAAAABWo/tWXdSFLpr80/s1600/DSC04116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/S9pdbtLILII/AAAAAAAABWo/tWXdSFLpr80/s400/DSC04116.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465783828331637890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunrise from my floor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/S9pc5-rCz0I/AAAAAAAABWg/OB9_JPbsQ_g/s1600/DSC04117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/S9pc5-rCz0I/AAAAAAAABWg/OB9_JPbsQ_g/s400/DSC04117.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465783248913354562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The place i'm leaving in 2 hours time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2233111503506437540-3246191754770309865?l=wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com/feeds/3246191754770309865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233111503506437540&amp;postID=3246191754770309865&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233111503506437540/posts/default/3246191754770309865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233111503506437540/posts/default/3246191754770309865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com/2010/04/last-post-for-this-semester.html' title='Last post for this semester'/><author><name>Miss Nobody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SEJAVlgndFI/AAAAAAAAAgA/80hANUop8ks/S220/DSC015651123.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/S9pZXXme8kI/AAAAAAAABVo/O4cIMDQd9r0/s72-c/048.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233111503506437540.post-2709672116556837146</id><published>2010-04-18T20:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T20:44:34.878+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo Thoughts'/><title type='text'>This is a de-stress post</title><content type='html'>Decided not to post anything on facebook yet as I think its over exposure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I don't want people consoling me but I just need to shout..." I have the most stupid timetable on earth!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday  - Academic Communication 2 (never study before)&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday - TITAS (which I never touch before)&lt;br /&gt;Thursday - Biodiversity ( which I never likeD before)&lt;br /&gt;Friday - Morning - MICROBIOLOGY !!!!&lt;br /&gt;                Afternoon - ANALYTICAL CHEM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can my coursemate study 4 subjects in a day while i only study TWO FREAKING CHAPTERS wth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please hand me a gun so I can shot myself on Thursday and Friday =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Calm down. Its just.....final =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay end of de-stress. Continue study. Happy Studying everyone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2233111503506437540-2709672116556837146?l=wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com/feeds/2709672116556837146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233111503506437540&amp;postID=2709672116556837146&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233111503506437540/posts/default/2709672116556837146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233111503506437540/posts/default/2709672116556837146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com/2010/04/this-is-de-stress-post.html' title='This is a de-stress post'/><author><name>Miss Nobody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SEJAVlgndFI/AAAAAAAAAgA/80hANUop8ks/S220/DSC015651123.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233111503506437540.post-1552175598056586586</id><published>2010-03-27T18:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T18:28:37.122+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Things Unsaid'/><title type='text'>Priorities</title><content type='html'>When it was my turn to talk on the post mortem of some association, I suddenly said something about priorities. I said commitment always come with priorities. Which means, how much important that is to you, and how you benefit from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would say that priorities change from time to time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I want to say is, no matter how our priorities change, we should always remember what had brought us to what we are now today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2233111503506437540-1552175598056586586?l=wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com/feeds/1552175598056586586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233111503506437540&amp;postID=1552175598056586586&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233111503506437540/posts/default/1552175598056586586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233111503506437540/posts/default/1552175598056586586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com/2010/03/priorities.html' title='Priorities'/><author><name>Miss Nobody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SEJAVlgndFI/AAAAAAAAAgA/80hANUop8ks/S220/DSC015651123.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233111503506437540.post-2099200573162958767</id><published>2010-03-11T19:09:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T17:07:16.699+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Things Unsaid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>Thoughts and recent pics</title><content type='html'>For me, its very easy to describe situations than describe how I feel. I always hate to tell people how I really feel. Some side of me just want people to just understand about the whole situation. Which means, I hate explaining. I think this sounds abit.... demanding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I haven't really blog a long time. So I decided I really should rant some thoughts here. First of all, I would like to conclude about my recent Uni Life. This semester is a lot more different than my first semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything was fresh and new in the first. A lot of tryouts, a lot of fitting in, a lot of learning. I got a few closed friends, learn new stuff, trying not to get lost in class.......that is another story anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then this semester, its totally different. It's competitive. It's stress. It's about withstanding your toleration that you have put up. There are a lot of stuff you wish to get out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it was a semester that I learned trying to find a balance between being a smart, and a good person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have met a lot of smarty pants here. Great in getting information, great in socialising, great in studies, great in.......spreading news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I also found sincere people which will really help you, lend a hand, an ear and really supported you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But also, its how you value the situation whether you want to be a smart, or a 'good' person. And whether its worth it or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This was written after my exam when I was feeling angsty because Biodiversity really wasn't my cup of tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay its better to describe events! I risked my Biodiversity exam and went to New Tune Concert! Which one of the singers is quite my besties in Uni....and another one is my com mate lar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/S5mwhDbZ2OI/AAAAAAAABUQ/X3-yw2bkBgE/s1600-h/DSC04993.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/S5mwhDbZ2OI/AAAAAAAABUQ/X3-yw2bkBgE/s400/DSC04993.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447579306183743714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/S5mw6LLPOmI/AAAAAAAABUY/ReMvAjqLVhI/s1600-h/DSC04986.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/S5mw6LLPOmI/AAAAAAAABUY/ReMvAjqLVhI/s400/DSC04986.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447579737760152162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was Choir Night. Where I think is my commitment for second year, as it has good management and I feel the sense of belonginess. ( On the very same week)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/S6iC2XnQuII/AAAAAAAABUg/qn2s7sYHLPQ/s1600-h/DSC05048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/S6iC2XnQuII/AAAAAAAABUg/qn2s7sYHLPQ/s400/DSC05048.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451751219495221378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, was my annual dinner. That I 'cari pasal' performing modern dance. =.= 1 week practice, with choreographing by my Roomate, practice and performing at the biggest hall in UKM =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What on hell was I thinking that time?! Yea, I was thinking of grabbing chances to stay in college =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/S6iDipS6DJI/AAAAAAAABUo/AgDuSKBP6uE/s1600-h/Annual+Dinner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/S6iDipS6DJI/AAAAAAAABUo/AgDuSKBP6uE/s400/Annual+Dinner.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451751980155931794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The theme was "Tropical'', everybody wore flowers and stuff, which I decided to pick a flower at the road =.=, but ended up raining fml.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went as a........red tropica bird hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think people thought I was crazy. Nolar My hairband not nice meh. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then was my ballroom dancing exam. Aiya crap it lar, I think I passed. But by the time of exam, my legs were the legs of ducks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay the end you can now shut down this page thank you very much&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2233111503506437540-2099200573162958767?l=wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com/feeds/2099200573162958767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233111503506437540&amp;postID=2099200573162958767&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233111503506437540/posts/default/2099200573162958767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233111503506437540/posts/default/2099200573162958767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com/2010/03/thoughts-and-recent-pics.html' title='Thoughts and recent pics'/><author><name>Miss Nobody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SEJAVlgndFI/AAAAAAAAAgA/80hANUop8ks/S220/DSC015651123.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/S5mwhDbZ2OI/AAAAAAAABUQ/X3-yw2bkBgE/s72-c/DSC04993.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233111503506437540.post-1653917867253045971</id><published>2010-02-11T13:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T13:28:06.900+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>For those who wanna know who my roomate is...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/S3OUwAztRMI/AAAAAAAABUI/0mS7_jnBAJ8/s1600-h/22231_108614852484978_100000093911914_225044_2956187_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/S3OUwAztRMI/AAAAAAAABUI/0mS7_jnBAJ8/s400/22231_108614852484978_100000093911914_225044_2956187_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436852727737828546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yalar I pose banyak banyak. Weird pose. Terbalik pose. Bite spoon pose. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my roomate got a silly idea of copying my this very pose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I nearly fall down the chair after seeing this picture. HAHAHAAHA WTH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2233111503506437540-1653917867253045971?l=wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com/feeds/1653917867253045971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233111503506437540&amp;postID=1653917867253045971&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233111503506437540/posts/default/1653917867253045971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233111503506437540/posts/default/1653917867253045971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com/2010/02/for-those-who-wanna-know-who-my-roomate.html' title='For those who wanna know who my roomate is...'/><author><name>Miss Nobody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SEJAVlgndFI/AAAAAAAAAgA/80hANUop8ks/S220/DSC015651123.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/S3OUwAztRMI/AAAAAAAABUI/0mS7_jnBAJ8/s72-c/22231_108614852484978_100000093911914_225044_2956187_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233111503506437540.post-4866793750712577196</id><published>2010-02-03T00:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T00:16:13.632+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Perfect</title><content type='html'>I believe nobody was borned perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone needs to undergo a lot and change them to a better person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But why sometimes I look myself, I feel pathetic that I'm so imperfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, this is definitely not a perfectionist talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so like screaming everything to stop, and just give me a break to regenerate myself again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I'm not ready for a lot of obstacles yet, and I need time to do things one by one. For real. Sorry I have to throw all out and collect it one by one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know maybe I would lost a lot of stuff, regret (as always) but this is not what I can cope with now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I may sound a little bit better after tomorrow. TOMORROW IS MIDSEM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2233111503506437540-4866793750712577196?l=wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com/feeds/4866793750712577196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233111503506437540&amp;postID=4866793750712577196&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233111503506437540/posts/default/4866793750712577196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233111503506437540/posts/default/4866793750712577196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com/2010/02/perfect.html' title='Perfect'/><author><name>Miss Nobody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SEJAVlgndFI/AAAAAAAAAgA/80hANUop8ks/S220/DSC015651123.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233111503506437540.post-175986697747203779</id><published>2010-01-26T10:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T10:19:20.889+08:00</updated><title type='text'>S.A.Y</title><content type='html'>Do you voice out problems you faced, or just shut up and get on with your life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you choose the first, what if it creates more problem? What if you turned things worst?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you choose the latter, what if you regretted for not telling? And the stuff just keep on bugging you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For once, I just wished I could have a say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2233111503506437540-175986697747203779?l=wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233111503506437540/posts/default/175986697747203779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233111503506437540/posts/default/175986697747203779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com/2010/01/say.html' title='S.A.Y'/><author><name>Miss Nobody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SEJAVlgndFI/AAAAAAAAAgA/80hANUop8ks/S220/DSC015651123.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233111503506437540.post-2998229465287448813</id><published>2010-01-12T02:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T02:14:46.070+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Stuff'/><title type='text'>Shout Out</title><content type='html'>I'm not an multi-tasker!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2233111503506437540-2998229465287448813?l=wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com/feeds/2998229465287448813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233111503506437540&amp;postID=2998229465287448813&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233111503506437540/posts/default/2998229465287448813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233111503506437540/posts/default/2998229465287448813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com/2010/01/shout-out.html' title='Shout Out'/><author><name>Miss Nobody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SEJAVlgndFI/AAAAAAAAAgA/80hANUop8ks/S220/DSC015651123.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233111503506437540.post-3519090548538406575</id><published>2010-01-06T19:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T19:42:22.096+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Things Unsaid'/><title type='text'>To My Dearest Mom</title><content type='html'>Haha its my Mom's birthday today and I think they are going some good restaurant for food while I'm eating da pao-ed rice *solemns&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote something about my dad and to be fair I must write something about my mom hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay let me be honest, I wasn't a good daughter last time. At all. I swear that I'm the worst daughter of all because&lt;br /&gt;a) I screamed and shouted and fight back everything she says&lt;br /&gt;b) I never understands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she hits me I would threaten to call the police and say she abused me wth. Why am I like that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course my dad is my savior who saves me from being hit. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think there are always some gap between mom and daughter lar sometimes. There are ALWAYS something that we don't understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I think there is always this stage. A stage where you always think your parents don't understand you and you all just end up quarreling. Or maybe its just me haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the stage past, you experience a lot , you kinda understand how things get there, and then you tend to want to 'sayang' your parents more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like now lar. Like me lar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And how you really hope the best for them. For real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Happy Birthday Mom! I promise I will try and download PPS for you again on dekstop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But again, this is not for her to see anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2233111503506437540-3519090548538406575?l=wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com/feeds/3519090548538406575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233111503506437540&amp;postID=3519090548538406575&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233111503506437540/posts/default/3519090548538406575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233111503506437540/posts/default/3519090548538406575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com/2010/01/to-my-dearest-mom.html' title='To My Dearest Mom'/><author><name>Miss Nobody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SEJAVlgndFI/AAAAAAAAAgA/80hANUop8ks/S220/DSC015651123.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233111503506437540.post-6668162578764854118</id><published>2009-12-30T23:32:00.029+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T02:18:34.140+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>Photos!</title><content type='html'>I'm so sick of some buisness in uni, I decided I need a break. Okay like again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SztzLGskJ3I/AAAAAAAABQk/ndUGMjTR83c/s1600-h/DSC04563.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SztzLGskJ3I/AAAAAAAABQk/ndUGMjTR83c/s400/DSC04563.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421053211083810674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Stupid guy always lie to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/Szt0DnXlTCI/AAAAAAAABQ0/JW2ErsMUggk/s1600-h/105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 384px; height: 289px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/Szt0DnXlTCI/AAAAAAAABQ0/JW2ErsMUggk/s400/105.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421054181926849570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Super duper duper cute. She even smile after this, and cried when I left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/Szt0_xuXM0I/AAAAAAAABRM/4nsKf44EY0c/s1600-h/112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/Szt0_xuXM0I/AAAAAAAABRM/4nsKf44EY0c/s400/112.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421055215498900290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some grass made kuih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/Szt0raFPZ8I/AAAAAAAABRE/EYmX3-lvk04/s1600-h/109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/Szt0raFPZ8I/AAAAAAAABRE/EYmX3-lvk04/s400/109.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421054865555023810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tofu. Which doesn't look like. Very famous in 刘晓庆's movie. We went there because the place got famous after that movie. How this tofu can change a place's economy hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/Szt0bnbEgFI/AAAAAAAABQ8/VRKYc15uzII/s1600-h/135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/Szt0bnbEgFI/AAAAAAAABQ8/VRKYc15uzII/s400/135.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421054594258337874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Took with my phone. Not bad la hor. Was in the longest cable car to Tian Men Mountain which you could see below&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/Sztzm_jXDsI/AAAAAAAABQs/eRwRLLOOhAo/s1600-h/155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/Sztzm_jXDsI/AAAAAAAABQs/eRwRLLOOhAo/s400/155.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421053690202492610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;999 steps. I could climb all the way up but I was lack of time due to my dad and bro's toilet break SIGHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/Szt1fEguMjI/AAAAAAAABRU/Q2_iTwhuDug/s1600-h/DSC04583.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/Szt1fEguMjI/AAAAAAAABRU/Q2_iTwhuDug/s400/DSC04583.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421055753117905458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The highest peak in Tian Men Mountain.&lt;br /&gt;I have some obsession in tree branches. I'm so weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/Szt3UXx--QI/AAAAAAAABRc/Po27X7kIxyI/s1600-h/DSC04659.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/Szt3UXx--QI/AAAAAAAABRc/Po27X7kIxyI/s400/DSC04659.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421057768335276290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another place. You know the girl is 土族。Of course you donno HAHA. You have to reply their poem song's to marry them. If you couldn't reply you have to work 3 years of chopping woods, 3 years of doing housework, 3 years of washing her feet, FHL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/Szt3r2F3KQI/AAAAAAAABRk/9T0mJJig4ls/s1600-h/DSC04653.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/Szt3r2F3KQI/AAAAAAAABRk/9T0mJJig4ls/s400/DSC04653.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421058171608705282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and the 小开's HAHAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/Szt5gYDoLCI/AAAAAAAABR0/kCvmVYdT_Pc/s1600-h/DSC04670.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/Szt5gYDoLCI/AAAAAAAABR0/kCvmVYdT_Pc/s400/DSC04670.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421060173590965282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh you see how pretty the tower is! And how fat I look like =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/Szt7BNgF6II/AAAAAAAABR8/IVdvqB6ljPE/s1600-h/DSC04710.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/Szt7BNgF6II/AAAAAAAABR8/IVdvqB6ljPE/s400/DSC04710.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421061837204875394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Took a train and watch the sceneries. It is call the Ten Miles of Paint Exhibition hahaha direct translate. The paint exhibition actually refers to the scenery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/Szt7flMdJZI/AAAAAAAABSE/boD-yua6uzk/s1600-h/DSC04704.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/Szt7flMdJZI/AAAAAAAABSE/boD-yua6uzk/s400/DSC04704.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421062358961038738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is when I got cheated for a drawing. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/Szt8C9yoAiI/AAAAAAAABSM/IQ2m9PhEDwQ/s1600-h/DSC04691.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/Szt8C9yoAiI/AAAAAAAABSM/IQ2m9PhEDwQ/s400/DSC04691.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421062966859006498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The weather was awesome! A lot of tourists spend a lot of time to see the scenery there but couldn't because of the weather. And we were of course the lucky ones ngehehee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SzzjeR_4GrI/AAAAAAAABSs/MzyksOH9TvI/s1600-h/DSC04714.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SzzjeR_4GrI/AAAAAAAABSs/MzyksOH9TvI/s400/DSC04714.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421458160814135986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/Szzj6_MiIbI/AAAAAAAABS0/VbdKnzDrfKU/s1600-h/DSC04765.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/Szzj6_MiIbI/AAAAAAAABS0/VbdKnzDrfKU/s400/DSC04765.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421458653983154610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SzzkaHxmNwI/AAAAAAAABS8/R4k7GveYE7w/s1600-h/DSC04737.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SzzkaHxmNwI/AAAAAAAABS8/R4k7GveYE7w/s400/DSC04737.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421459188862039810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love...branches.  I must be crazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SzzlBLWGhjI/AAAAAAAABTE/VoB2Zm4N6zY/s1600-h/DSC04771.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SzzlBLWGhjI/AAAAAAAABTE/VoB2Zm4N6zY/s400/DSC04771.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421459859835356722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SzzmDzRGU_I/AAAAAAAABTM/c98pEYNNSXk/s1600-h/DSC04760.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SzzmDzRGU_I/AAAAAAAABTM/c98pEYNNSXk/s400/DSC04760.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421461004423156722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SzzoURxnvPI/AAAAAAAABTk/v10JwJpWIaw/s1600-h/DSC04784.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SzzoURxnvPI/AAAAAAAABTk/v10JwJpWIaw/s400/DSC04784.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421463486513790194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Very very high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SzzowcPQb9I/AAAAAAAABTs/UhZ6ne8OrCk/s1600-h/DSC04781.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SzzowcPQb9I/AAAAAAAABTs/UhZ6ne8OrCk/s400/DSC04781.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421463970358783954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I thought it was a pond. But turned out to be..............a cliff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SzzmaH_wD9I/AAAAAAAABTU/r-QRbY-aryo/s1600-h/DSC04770.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SzzmaH_wD9I/AAAAAAAABTU/r-QRbY-aryo/s400/DSC04770.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421461387944660946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Branches again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/Szzn02RxrVI/AAAAAAAABTc/xb3L5ZLilP0/s1600-h/DSC04773.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/Szzn02RxrVI/AAAAAAAABTc/xb3L5ZLilP0/s400/DSC04773.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421462946556521810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like 20 pictures out of my 700 pictures. haha. So its abit jumbled up.&lt;br /&gt;Okay Happy New Year everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2233111503506437540-6668162578764854118?l=wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com/feeds/6668162578764854118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233111503506437540&amp;postID=6668162578764854118&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233111503506437540/posts/default/6668162578764854118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233111503506437540/posts/default/6668162578764854118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com/2009/12/photos.html' title='Photos!'/><author><name>Miss Nobody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SEJAVlgndFI/AAAAAAAAAgA/80hANUop8ks/S220/DSC015651123.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SztzLGskJ3I/AAAAAAAABQk/ndUGMjTR83c/s72-c/DSC04563.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233111503506437540.post-7505573682460063635</id><published>2009-12-24T00:11:00.023+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T14:30:19.482+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>The Phoenix Ancient City</title><content type='html'>Think I should practise some of my lousy languages. So I will blog about my trip. I went to ZhangJiaJie, Hunan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a very different trip from the previous one, and I took 700 photos. Some are very pretty *cough cough cough but some are just some silly camwhore pics hahahaaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides the picturesque sceneries, I think that the part I like most in the Ancient City of Phoenix. Which only was open to outsiders in 2005, and its totally a different experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I got lost walking the small alleys but I observe a lot of interesting things. Okay lar when you are overseas, you see a little boy pee on the street also you feel its interesting =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay maybe its only me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SzJDLy1LMPI/AAAAAAAABOE/95nv7OY4wx4/s1600-h/DSC04441.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SzJDLy1LMPI/AAAAAAAABOE/95nv7OY4wx4/s400/DSC04441.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418467171582554354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Evidence I was fat wth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SzJDsjoDUfI/AAAAAAAABOM/8J1B1l3mJGk/s1600-h/DSC04461.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SzJDsjoDUfI/AAAAAAAABOM/8J1B1l3mJGk/s400/DSC04461.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418467734436663794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sweet San Zha thingy. Ping tong wu lou. Beg dad to buy but eat one bite then throw to bro already. Sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SzJGfChHW7I/AAAAAAAABOs/M8Vqh9MXhuQ/s1600-h/DSC04481.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SzJGfChHW7I/AAAAAAAABOs/M8Vqh9MXhuQ/s400/DSC04481.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418470800745782194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I wanted to taste this but my dad say no street food allowed. =.= The kids were going home from school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SzJESN9bVMI/AAAAAAAABOU/_WjQzOeRCaY/s1600-h/DSC04478.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SzJESN9bVMI/AAAAAAAABOU/_WjQzOeRCaY/s400/DSC04478.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418468381455766722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Miao's. haha keep on finding me for money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SzJEl8jSF7I/AAAAAAAABOc/q58BbuqENjg/s1600-h/DSC04468.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SzJEl8jSF7I/AAAAAAAABOc/q58BbuqENjg/s400/DSC04468.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418468720380090290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Damn alot of wine. Come to think of it, I drank alot of beer there =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SzJHQVW9uCI/AAAAAAAABO0/T80jis_hayQ/s1600-h/DSC04483.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SzJHQVW9uCI/AAAAAAAABO0/T80jis_hayQ/s400/DSC04483.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418471647617071138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pig face =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SzJFqchqX-I/AAAAAAAABOk/NNJ9E-31p1o/s1600-h/DSC04521.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SzJFqchqX-I/AAAAAAAABOk/NNJ9E-31p1o/s400/DSC04521.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418469897194332130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nice or not nice or not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SzJTJM9NvvI/AAAAAAAABPE/Z9LSfN32Q-s/s1600-h/DSC04497.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SzJTJM9NvvI/AAAAAAAABPE/Z9LSfN32Q-s/s400/DSC04497.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418484719242034930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pose for what I also dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SzJSvMidzgI/AAAAAAAABO8/yOp49JWrt8A/s1600-h/DSC04502.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SzJSvMidzgI/AAAAAAAABO8/yOp49JWrt8A/s400/DSC04502.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418484272453242370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Daddy and Mommy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SzJT6nzbs6I/AAAAAAAABPM/BhdZaktVFxg/s1600-h/DSC04498.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SzJT6nzbs6I/AAAAAAAABPM/BhdZaktVFxg/s400/DSC04498.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418485568262353826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Actually I was a bit scared I would fall off. How embarrasing it would be. And those girls wore high heels and pass through. Crazy people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SzMIn2R3_rI/AAAAAAAABQM/LHig60EzHaI/s1600-h/DSC04511.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SzMIn2R3_rI/AAAAAAAABQM/LHig60EzHaI/s400/DSC04511.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418684257335246514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SzJULg-3S5I/AAAAAAAABPU/JP_g-MAEiT8/s1600-h/DSC04545.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SzJULg-3S5I/AAAAAAAABPU/JP_g-MAEiT8/s400/DSC04545.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418485858489027474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have a stupid fond in children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SzJUzuDvUbI/AAAAAAAABPc/qfC0_QWrJpI/s1600-h/DSC04548.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SzJUzuDvUbI/AAAAAAAABPc/qfC0_QWrJpI/s400/DSC04548.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418486549193904562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Night scenery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SzJVZiAfDZI/AAAAAAAABPk/k9W94ny6mqA/s1600-h/DSC04534.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SzJVZiAfDZI/AAAAAAAABPk/k9W94ny6mqA/s400/DSC04534.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418487198794059154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My tourist guide. So funny of him. This is a shop where they sell wild animals to eat. And he was trying to save the hare. Asked how much was it. Sigh....I think he was a bit drunk anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SzJWXEiYaoI/AAAAAAAABPs/8kAiVYL6cFs/s1600-h/DSC04532.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SzJWXEiYaoI/AAAAAAAABPs/8kAiVYL6cFs/s400/DSC04532.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418488256035056258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Infront of a very cute pub. Where my tour guide dump us and went with the uncles. We should have just went in for the experience. And of course I was ....scared wth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SzJW--uXMHI/AAAAAAAABP0/4M2pkyStBBY/s1600-h/DSC04553.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SzJW--uXMHI/AAAAAAAABP0/4M2pkyStBBY/s400/DSC04553.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418488941669462130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bought this flower lanterns and lighted them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SzJX0d7ntqI/AAAAAAAABQE/Nw1D57qwuqU/s1600-h/DSC04557.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SzJX0d7ntqI/AAAAAAAABQE/Nw1D57qwuqU/s400/DSC04557.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418489860579636898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Little girl in my tour who went to play this. I just stood and watch. I think if I shoot any it would fly in the opposite directions haahhaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SzMJab49niI/AAAAAAAABQU/S_LIRWxk3nY/s1600-h/DSC04476.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SzMJab49niI/AAAAAAAABQU/S_LIRWxk3nY/s400/DSC04476.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418685126424763938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I think I was tired. ZZZZ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Okay post others later on. Good night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2233111503506437540-7505573682460063635?l=wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com/feeds/7505573682460063635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233111503506437540&amp;postID=7505573682460063635&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233111503506437540/posts/default/7505573682460063635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233111503506437540/posts/default/7505573682460063635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com/2009/12/phoenix-ancient-city.html' title='The Phoenix Ancient City'/><author><name>Miss Nobody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SEJAVlgndFI/AAAAAAAAAgA/80hANUop8ks/S220/DSC015651123.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SzJDLy1LMPI/AAAAAAAABOE/95nv7OY4wx4/s72-c/DSC04441.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233111503506437540.post-8784217224201640761</id><published>2009-12-16T18:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T18:40:42.203+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Things Unsaid'/><title type='text'>Reminder</title><content type='html'>I wanted to write out something to remind myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things don't come easy in life. I should appreaciate every single bit of it unless I want to regret later on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody has a value. Nobody doesn't have one. I know this sounds realistic, but no I'm not talking about money here. I'm talking about the value that makes people respect you or treasure you. Or even that people don't, at least you have yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, maybe thats my ego again wth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I think ego takes a lot of me, that sometimes one day its gonna eat me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2233111503506437540-8784217224201640761?l=wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com/feeds/8784217224201640761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233111503506437540&amp;postID=8784217224201640761&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233111503506437540/posts/default/8784217224201640761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233111503506437540/posts/default/8784217224201640761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com/2009/12/reminder.html' title='Reminder'/><author><name>Miss Nobody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SEJAVlgndFI/AAAAAAAAAgA/80hANUop8ks/S220/DSC015651123.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233111503506437540.post-6960799346623620144</id><published>2009-11-21T23:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T23:51:29.053+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Things Unsaid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Weird</title><content type='html'>Just an after feeling. I just realised that people I met are weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. I just don't like that feeling. I feel I don't know any of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, now don't assume its you, when you are reading this okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not talking about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crap it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, come to think of it, everybody is weird. In their own way. *shrugs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2233111503506437540-6960799346623620144?l=wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com/feeds/6960799346623620144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233111503506437540&amp;postID=6960799346623620144&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233111503506437540/posts/default/6960799346623620144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233111503506437540/posts/default/6960799346623620144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com/2009/11/weird.html' title='Weird'/><author><name>Miss Nobody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SEJAVlgndFI/AAAAAAAAAgA/80hANUop8ks/S220/DSC015651123.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233111503506437540.post-3442250351238326309</id><published>2009-11-17T01:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T01:21:43.202+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>18 years and 24 months =.=</title><content type='html'>I think I should blog a little about....my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe about pre-birthday celebration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which involves my roomate and my friends doing a card for me.&lt;br /&gt;You know lar the good old wishes from everybody typo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The biggest joke of this is because.....she bring me to pick colour, size, background of the card, WITHOUT me knowing its my card. And I turned up giving silly ideas, why am I so stupid?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That involves her stealing my pictures for the card USING MY LAPTOP. Again, without me knowing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm the best people to surprise wth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told her I like it very much and I told her I don't praise people openly. =.=&lt;br /&gt;She say I could give her all my old soft toys which I tend to kick out of bed hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;Then on the real day of birthday I came back to SP and found out all my family members have plans on 16th. I thought they were joking but turned out it was real. wth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad sent me a birthday sms, which got me sending " Wish me again back home!" hahahhahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all my bro care was the birthday cake, wth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my mom.........I THINK SHE FORGOT TO WISH ME. T_T *i feel so unloved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cousins, I'm waiting for tiramisu from delicious *salivates&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But its okay at least some old friends celebrated with me *pats self on the back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oklar Thanks for everyone's msg sms again, and love and care and cake and card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and here I shall declare I have just stepped into the big 2 world. *solemns&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2233111503506437540-3442250351238326309?l=wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com/feeds/3442250351238326309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233111503506437540&amp;postID=3442250351238326309&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233111503506437540/posts/default/3442250351238326309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233111503506437540/posts/default/3442250351238326309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com/2009/11/18-years-and-24-months.html' title='18 years and 24 months =.='/><author><name>Miss Nobody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SEJAVlgndFI/AAAAAAAAAgA/80hANUop8ks/S220/DSC015651123.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233111503506437540.post-7135700043459913275</id><published>2009-11-10T02:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T02:36:22.658+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>My 轮妹</title><content type='html'>Okay. I'm done with exams anyway. Some was a great disaster I would say, but some was OKAY. *prays silently&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept on complaining how my exam timetable sucks, but in the end I was one of the earliest who finish their exams. hahaha....shoudn't have complain anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how's uni been? Everybody says I am having  a great fun, hell ya no. Sometimes I hate how food sucks big time, and complaining how my coursemates were....and saying there is no leng zai with my roomate WTH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay to be the truth, should I talk about my roomate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should say, the both of us is really different in personalities. She likes teddies and cuddle them at night, while I kicked almost everything below my bed. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She mops the floor, sweeps, and I pathetically help her carry the water and can't even drain dry a mop WTH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like my noodles very hard, while she like lumpy ones. *stupid random facts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She talk good old jokes that can make me laugh and scream while when I say jokes, it jumbles up wth. Life sucks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is so good with lyrics and if I can sing one verse she praise me that I have improvement T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I study at 3am morning...while she sleeps at 3am. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I nag her to study until I feel I become old already. But she nags me to please pick up my coins on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, wait, did I just describe how messy I am? Well...no its not really.......Its occasional okay okay? OKAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I just made my market drop frm 0 to negative wth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm gonna post pretty pictures to clean my image HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SvhgqQc8zSI/AAAAAAAABNs/QBnAUuCg_TY/s1600-h/Child+Pic_%C2%B8%C2%B1%C2%B1%C2%BE_%C2%B8%C2%B1%C2%B1%C2%BE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SvhgqQc8zSI/AAAAAAAABNs/QBnAUuCg_TY/s400/Child+Pic_%C2%B8%C2%B1%C2%B1%C2%BE_%C2%B8%C2%B1%C2%B1%C2%BE.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402174032118074658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/Svhgzo0nl9I/AAAAAAAABN0/_X02444y6mA/s1600-h/DSC023901.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2233111503506437540-7135700043459913275?l=wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com/feeds/7135700043459913275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233111503506437540&amp;postID=7135700043459913275&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233111503506437540/posts/default/7135700043459913275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233111503506437540/posts/default/7135700043459913275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com/2009/11/my.html' title='My 轮妹'/><author><name>Miss Nobody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SEJAVlgndFI/AAAAAAAAAgA/80hANUop8ks/S220/DSC015651123.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SvhgqQc8zSI/AAAAAAAABNs/QBnAUuCg_TY/s72-c/Child+Pic_%C2%B8%C2%B1%C2%B1%C2%BE_%C2%B8%C2%B1%C2%B1%C2%BE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233111503506437540.post-1135259840956601708</id><published>2009-11-02T11:36:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T12:08:07.853+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Speechless</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;如果给我一个愿望，我希望你从来没爱上我。这样，对大家都好一点。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;How many times did I repeat that I had enough of it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2233111503506437540-1135259840956601708?l=wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com/feeds/1135259840956601708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233111503506437540&amp;postID=1135259840956601708&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233111503506437540/posts/default/1135259840956601708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233111503506437540/posts/default/1135259840956601708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com/2009/11/speechless.html' title='Speechless'/><author><name>Miss Nobody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SEJAVlgndFI/AAAAAAAAAgA/80hANUop8ks/S220/DSC015651123.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233111503506437540.post-836714492715475522</id><published>2009-10-26T17:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T17:57:58.602+08:00</updated><title type='text'>R.I.P</title><content type='html'>Just wanna say I am so gonna die tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not kidding. I mean I spent like how many months reading my Organic Chem in form 6 only can memorize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have left 1 day to level up. Good luck? How can luck help me if I didn't prepare well huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who say uni life is easy huh huh huh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZZZZZZZZZ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna cry but feel damn useless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want die so in first sem lar &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2233111503506437540-836714492715475522?l=wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com/feeds/836714492715475522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233111503506437540&amp;postID=836714492715475522&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233111503506437540/posts/default/836714492715475522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233111503506437540/posts/default/836714492715475522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com/2009/10/rip.html' title='R.I.P'/><author><name>Miss Nobody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SEJAVlgndFI/AAAAAAAAAgA/80hANUop8ks/S220/DSC015651123.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233111503506437540.post-6266109767593859690</id><published>2009-09-17T14:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T14:31:45.512+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Uni Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'>Decision Making</title><content type='html'>Life is really a lot about decision making, and how much you want it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;University life has make me feel that "decision-making" is the most important factor for what you will become.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There won't be anybody scolding you for skipping class, but you will miss something important in class. I only miss one class and I was left with no group presentation FML. I don't know why am I so unlucky sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will be no one to remind you to study, if you flop in your exam its okay.&lt;br /&gt;You can end up facebook-ing every single minute of your time, and enjoy chatting, commenting on silly photos and have good social with everybody on facebook, get famous, but........end up thinking, whats the point?&lt;br /&gt;You have an exam to study! ZZZ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will be A LOT of activities, gatherings, outings for different social groups and you hate missing out anything.&lt;br /&gt;Even if you have exam. Even THEY have exam. They still can go out like nothing happen. But can you really NOT study in your exam? And you will get a bit sulky after being left out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But again, its all in your hands anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the only way to cope with it，I think is ......being moderate in anything you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: I really want to write some of the issue going in my head...but duh....give me some time to  get use to blogging my own heart again okay?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2233111503506437540-6266109767593859690?l=wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com/feeds/6266109767593859690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233111503506437540&amp;postID=6266109767593859690&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233111503506437540/posts/default/6266109767593859690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233111503506437540/posts/default/6266109767593859690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com/2009/09/decision-making.html' title='Decision Making'/><author><name>Miss Nobody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SEJAVlgndFI/AAAAAAAAAgA/80hANUop8ks/S220/DSC015651123.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233111503506437540.post-4699912047392839847</id><published>2009-08-21T00:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T01:14:34.585+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'>Rants</title><content type='html'>Just know that suckish line will make your mood even worst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duh. I don't know why am I so pissed off today. Yesterday's mood was so good and suddenly it just crashed wth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it was because at first in the morning I wanted to eat mee sedap but ended up eating in cafe which is so suckish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I did some stupid quiz and said some stupid comment about myself and ended up people commenting something really harsh I feel like am I so hateful. Which is not true lar wth wth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I found out everybody's course status is change except mine. They.....just maybe misplaced my form WTH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I found out until now I don't have lecturer's notes because I don't have a printer. Which is not an excuse because I could print outside. But its super expensive, 10 cents per sheet.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm so shy to lend notes from my coursemate because I super duper hate to see people's unwilling face. shuddup I know what you are thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I found out I am not my real me in class, like how I like to take notes but now I'm just staring at the lecturer wth wth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I went out to eat with my ....friend. And found out something. Not to be discuss here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THEN again I got harsh stupid people saying my height all over again.&lt;br /&gt;Which I nearly blow off. I think I did abit. The boys just got shocked and said sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't say that you are joking.I know how to differentiate real jokes that are suppose to make people laugh or harsh jokes okay? Some are really meant to hurt people and sorry today my flame isn't really small.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walaoe I really can rant if I really want to. What the...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THATS IT. I'M TAKING A BREAK. I'm going to skip night class tomorrow and ..go shopping and start studying all by myself wth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2233111503506437540-4699912047392839847?l=wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com/feeds/4699912047392839847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233111503506437540&amp;postID=4699912047392839847&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233111503506437540/posts/default/4699912047392839847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233111503506437540/posts/default/4699912047392839847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com/2009/08/rants.html' title='Rants'/><author><name>Miss Nobody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SEJAVlgndFI/AAAAAAAAAgA/80hANUop8ks/S220/DSC015651123.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233111503506437540.post-7997525609096323599</id><published>2009-08-18T18:48:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T00:16:05.016+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Things Unsaid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>The Secret</title><content type='html'>is the sense of belongingness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know why people get homesick that much? And how people just don't feel like staying somewhere or just get inactive in any groups/ society?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its because you don't feel the sense of belonging in that particular group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming to uni, I have joined loads of groups, meetings, college friends, senior gang and there are just some that I just feel...I don't belong there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because as first year of course, sometimes you feel neglected wth. And sometimes due to errrr different race group. Race Car *Vroooooooom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But always, somehow we will find a clique that you will sense the sense of belonging within. You will feel that you actually belong there, you will feel that your contribution isn't in vain, you feel that it is necessary for you to be there, and you are happy for any sucess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a long journey ahead. I don't know what I will become, but I hope I do find a lot of sense of belonging somewhere. I believe we will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, show you some pics of our convo! I'm choir member again so I can go in to watch *flips hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SorMnbTDhkI/AAAAAAAABNM/4KmieuQuQPQ/s1600-h/DSC03630.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SorMnbTDhkI/AAAAAAAABNM/4KmieuQuQPQ/s400/DSC03630.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371330483307382338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is also the same place where my college sat during orientation. Very nice view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SorQKjkFq8I/AAAAAAAABNc/DLLyko0BQck/s1600-h/DSC03668.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 345px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SorQKjkFq8I/AAAAAAAABNc/DLLyko0BQck/s400/DSC03668.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371334385356614594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is my err catholic senior who drives us to church. See that big ass screen? My face will appear everytime we sing. WTH damn ss. I always can't recognize myself because I look so dark on the screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SorLL4SRZII/AAAAAAAABM0/p6xWRbWZoAM/s1600-h/DSC03651.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SorLL4SRZII/AAAAAAAABM0/p6xWRbWZoAM/s400/DSC03651.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371328910540760194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the time where I feel it is very touching. The time where all graduates give a bow to all parents and teachers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SorKtaTTZvI/AAAAAAAABMs/KPQ_3ornyrw/s1600-h/DSC03655.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SorKtaTTZvI/AAAAAAAABMs/KPQ_3ornyrw/s400/DSC03655.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371328387095946994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the part where we throw the graduates up. Our choir people throwing ex choir members. The guy is our choir master. Haha I personally feel he is like a big big bro to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SorL7NVAc5I/AAAAAAAABNE/V83YV5jwVQQ/s1600-h/DSC03648.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SorL7NVAc5I/AAAAAAAABNE/V83YV5jwVQQ/s400/DSC03648.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371329723643229074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another one. And we surrounded them and sang to them. Believe me. The moment is........undescribable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SorM3HABq7I/AAAAAAAABNU/qtX6ERMFCrA/s1600-h/DSC03671.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SorM3HABq7I/AAAAAAAABNU/qtX6ERMFCrA/s400/DSC03671.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371330752736766898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Don't. Laugh.My face cacat lar. Just to show what I'm wearing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SorR3E7c27I/AAAAAAAABNk/to9tRP6frb0/s1600-h/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SorR3E7c27I/AAAAAAAABNk/to9tRP6frb0/s400/010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371336249738845106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;How I wear to class sometimes. Like mechanic wth. With tonnes of sweat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SorLbQceMcI/AAAAAAAABM8/fplOGxaUnxc/s1600-h/DSC03652.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SorLbQceMcI/AAAAAAAABM8/fplOGxaUnxc/s400/DSC03652.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371329174724030914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I look quite pretty what. Due to the cover up of face WTH. Pretty like a duck wth.&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/2233111503506437540-7997525609096323599?l=wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com/feeds/7997525609096323599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233111503506437540&amp;postID=7997525609096323599&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233111503506437540/posts/default/7997525609096323599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233111503506437540/posts/default/7997525609096323599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com/2009/08/secret.html' title='The Secret'/><author><name>Miss Nobody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SEJAVlgndFI/AAAAAAAAAgA/80hANUop8ks/S220/DSC015651123.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SorMnbTDhkI/AAAAAAAABNM/4KmieuQuQPQ/s72-c/DSC03630.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233111503506437540.post-5668829929406462808</id><published>2009-08-10T00:26:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T00:36:09.571+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Things Unsaid'/><title type='text'>Dear PP</title><content type='html'>Papa actually I promised myself that I will write a long post about you today. But I guess I just couldn't really put all of it in words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just want to tell you, that if there are any people who ask me who I respected the most, I will definitely say its you. I would proudly say that other than your kiamsiapness and undecisive nature :p, you  are the perfect dad. And husband. And son. Grandma was really proud of having you as a son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not gonna rant how good my dad is, because to everyone, their dad are the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But just today, I would just want to say that sometimes all I want is, I want you to be proud of me, because I am very proud to be your daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah stop this crappy touchy stuff, I am not even use to this. HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Dad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't miss me too much, stop overloading yourself! And I hope you can go to different countries (bringing me bringing me bringing me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah shit he better never finds out about my blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2233111503506437540-5668829929406462808?l=wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com/feeds/5668829929406462808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233111503506437540&amp;postID=5668829929406462808&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233111503506437540/posts/default/5668829929406462808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233111503506437540/posts/default/5668829929406462808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com/2009/08/dear-pp.html' title='Dear PP'/><author><name>Miss Nobody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SEJAVlgndFI/AAAAAAAAAgA/80hANUop8ks/S220/DSC015651123.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233111503506437540.post-747144700812118368</id><published>2009-08-01T11:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T11:58:19.883+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Life in Uni</title><content type='html'>Now I know why last time Yi Qing complain she is so busy in uni. It IS REALLY BUSY. Although my first sem should be my 'honeymoon' semester, so I should really enjoy it well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like how I have 3 reports and my room isn't clean and I am still online-ing and updating my blog. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had made a conclusion that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;All people here are quite tall. They always make fun of my height.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;When we take pictures together, they say ''OHH STAND INFRONT, I'm so sorry I had totally blocked you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or....they say eat more junk food, MAINTAIN MALNUTRITION FML.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to forget that I was in choir, and the choir master snapped his finger and say '' the shortest please stand in the middle'' and everybody turned and look at me. While I pretend to look at the back where all boys were. So of course 100% confirmed I am the one lar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WAS ONLY THE SHORTEST IN ALTO OKAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am always confused as other races.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday class chinese people just ask me " excuse me, saya mahu pergi tandas'' T_______T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You're chinese ah"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ohhhh but you look like.......''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What the...tut tut tut"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T_________________________T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Food here is really quite big in size.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;My friends here really don't like people waste food. They will look at you in the way that you have commited a big sin. So I have to really myself to finish it. ZZZZZZZ  Not to forget food sucks here really. Who want deliver good food * big wet eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But other than that, I am okay. Coursemate here are damn competitive in a good sense, haha and I really found some gossip mates *cough cough cough. My roomate is really very funny. She is so funny until I laugh like hell and jump all over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;THE END thanks for reading&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/2233111503506437540-747144700812118368?l=wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com/feeds/747144700812118368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233111503506437540&amp;postID=747144700812118368&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233111503506437540/posts/default/747144700812118368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233111503506437540/posts/default/747144700812118368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com/2009/08/life-in-uni.html' title='Life in Uni'/><author><name>Miss Nobody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SEJAVlgndFI/AAAAAAAAAgA/80hANUop8ks/S220/DSC015651123.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233111503506437540.post-8253285637312865940</id><published>2009-07-27T18:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T18:19:24.251+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One thing</title><content type='html'>There is one thing that I always wanted to tell and remind myself, that is...I care too much on what people say and think about me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2233111503506437540-8253285637312865940?l=wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233111503506437540/posts/default/8253285637312865940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233111503506437540/posts/default/8253285637312865940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com/2009/07/one-thing.html' title='One thing'/><author><name>Miss Nobody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SEJAVlgndFI/AAAAAAAAAgA/80hANUop8ks/S220/DSC015651123.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233111503506437540.post-1090383458604623771</id><published>2009-07-08T15:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T18:39:22.278+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Short Note</title><content type='html'>I have just open ceremony for the embarrassment list that Grace is capable to do in University.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have just enter the wrong class for the course Pengurusan emosi FML. What is such a big difference between F202 and F203?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same time and place and course some more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't mention that I got lost THRICE in that particular faculty 3 TIMES IN A ROW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENTER WRONG CLASS. WTH grace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And did I mention my timetable clash just because of one stupid english course. AUGHHHH.  Sorry english sucks right now as I am feeling damn stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I suspect the CC here is full of dust because my nose is running.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AUGHHHHH! my course mates were there too! ZZZZZZZZ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: I feel so sick right now my nose like tap water running.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2233111503506437540-1090383458604623771?l=wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com/feeds/1090383458604623771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233111503506437540&amp;postID=1090383458604623771&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233111503506437540/posts/default/1090383458604623771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233111503506437540/posts/default/1090383458604623771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com/2009/07/short-note.html' title='Short Note'/><author><name>Miss Nobody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SEJAVlgndFI/AAAAAAAAAgA/80hANUop8ks/S220/DSC015651123.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233111503506437540.post-1581204105632192215</id><published>2009-06-26T00:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T00:50:27.220+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Notification'/><title type='text'>I guess this is really goodbye</title><content type='html'>I haven't been update for a long time because my inner blogger self had just gone for a holiday wth. And I am very very lazy to take pictures and rant about everything. And then I get emo for stupid stuff and future so here I am, the last update before I am really going to uni this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES GRACE MANAGE TO SQUEEZE HERSELF INTO UNI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this is it. We are all officially leaving our home. No more form 7 wth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiya, I don't want get touchy or emo, so this is it goodbye folks! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anybody dare walk pass me without saying hello next time, you will see a fist chasing you after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So long, good luck and goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2233111503506437540-1581204105632192215?l=wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com/feeds/1581204105632192215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233111503506437540&amp;postID=1581204105632192215&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233111503506437540/posts/default/1581204105632192215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233111503506437540/posts/default/1581204105632192215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-guess-this-is-really-goodbye.html' title='I guess this is really goodbye'/><author><name>Miss Nobody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SEJAVlgndFI/AAAAAAAAAgA/80hANUop8ks/S220/DSC015651123.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233111503506437540.post-2024623456415491366</id><published>2009-05-19T22:01:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T22:23:22.254+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Things Unsaid'/><title type='text'>Stand</title><content type='html'>Do we really need to have the exact same path/ experience or same goal for us to stick together ,think alike and have the same under&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;standing&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many times that we cannot&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; stand&lt;/span&gt; things that isn't going on our way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does our&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; stand&lt;/span&gt; makes any importance in anything or does it shows stupidity and childishness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/ShLAT5Sd2LI/AAAAAAAABMk/xAfnliyTXTw/s1600-h/dasha__s_room_by_aksioma.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/ShLAT5Sd2LI/AAAAAAAABMk/xAfnliyTXTw/s400/dasha__s_room_by_aksioma.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337539956415781042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2233111503506437540-2024623456415491366?l=wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com/feeds/2024623456415491366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233111503506437540&amp;postID=2024623456415491366&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233111503506437540/posts/default/2024623456415491366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233111503506437540/posts/default/2024623456415491366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com/2009/05/stand.html' title='Stand'/><author><name>Miss Nobody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SEJAVlgndFI/AAAAAAAAAgA/80hANUop8ks/S220/DSC015651123.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/ShLAT5Sd2LI/AAAAAAAABMk/xAfnliyTXTw/s72-c/dasha__s_room_by_aksioma.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233111503506437540.post-8177429414096389802</id><published>2009-05-15T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T00:21:22.982+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Naaaa Update lar!</title><content type='html'>I suddenly lost my interest in taking photos (*hint hair sucks) and I don't feel like saying everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe after like numerous incidents let me realised that sometimes, it is not meant for saying publicly and...I just don't feel like blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because there is actually two personality inside. One which ask questions, one that answer. One that is very vengeful and ego, while the other is a bit timid and ......kind WTH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I am STILL working, and finally I know almost everything in the office and how the system works.&lt;br /&gt;Note: My everything means where is the CCTV wth wth, JUST KIDDING DON'T THINK IM SERIOUS OKAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I could say is I really learn a lot, that money is very important and it doesn't fall from the sky =.= Well, life is the best lesson  =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay stop the nonsense. I post up some photos okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/Sgw-KaNPcSI/AAAAAAAABL0/JFka7GdRG3U/s1600-h/Tanjung+Bungah+2009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 329px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/Sgw-KaNPcSI/AAAAAAAABL0/JFka7GdRG3U/s400/Tanjung+Bungah+2009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335708007081668898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Went for a short trip to Penang. Everyday eat ho liao. And did a little bit of shopping. Little bit *guilty face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/Sgw_HqxCs-I/AAAAAAAABL8/IdBz_vDZN6g/s1600-h/DSC03469-pola.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 329px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/Sgw_HqxCs-I/AAAAAAAABL8/IdBz_vDZN6g/s400/DSC03469-pola.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335709059498816482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Show off new shoes. Happy Birthday Yan Chuan! Our heads got cut off because of this polaroid effect sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/Sgw_stRZ3_I/AAAAAAAABME/pBrcnQr1zi8/s1600-h/DSC03471-pola.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 329px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/Sgw_stRZ3_I/AAAAAAAABME/pBrcnQr1zi8/s400/DSC03471-pola.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335709695826583538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is to show you we are all sampat like this. Well, maybe only me *grunts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SgxB7uodpwI/AAAAAAAABMU/AGSXxBX69sY/s1600-h/DSC03468-pola.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 329px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SgxB7uodpwI/AAAAAAAABMU/AGSXxBX69sY/s400/DSC03468-pola.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335712152913028866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tee hee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SgxAafoeJbI/AAAAAAAABMM/SdpaHl-pPoA/s1600-h/CSC_0217-pola.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 329px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SgxAafoeJbI/AAAAAAAABMM/SdpaHl-pPoA/s400/CSC_0217-pola.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335710482439218610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;How many gatherings will we still have until we really go on our own paths? And started to lose topics and start to act as strangers when we pass? CHOI TOUCHWOOD DAI GAT LEI SI&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/2233111503506437540-8177429414096389802?l=wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com/feeds/8177429414096389802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233111503506437540&amp;postID=8177429414096389802&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233111503506437540/posts/default/8177429414096389802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233111503506437540/posts/default/8177429414096389802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com/2009/05/naaaa-update-lar.html' title='Naaaa Update lar!'/><author><name>Miss Nobody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SEJAVlgndFI/AAAAAAAAAgA/80hANUop8ks/S220/DSC015651123.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/Sgw-KaNPcSI/AAAAAAAABL0/JFka7GdRG3U/s72-c/Tanjung+Bungah+2009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233111503506437540.post-1500729957929798186</id><published>2009-04-15T23:22:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T23:18:41.472+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Things Unsaid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tags'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>The Most</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Happiest&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happiest is when I can go to heaven wth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Saddest&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I suddenly get the real feeling of losing my grandparents 1 by 1 in 2 years. 1st was my Grandpa (Mom's side) and it was really shocking. Because he was waiting for us to come back on Chinese New Year and got a heart attack by shifting boxes of packet drinks. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And then, it was my Grandpa (Dad's side) same year while a lot of drama involved, and everybody were really stressed out. I didn't know him well, but yea he was my grandad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The next year, my Grandma was diagnosed cancer and I thought she could survived. She survived after stomach operation but then she got weaker. ..aih shudup lar I don't want to talk about it zzzz. T_________________________T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Most Afraid&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When my mom got cut by glass directly through her mouth. I wasn't afraid of blood but I knew how it hurts and the wound was too deep. And then I panic because I don't really know the way to the hospital. My dad wasn't even at home. But okay now my mom is fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Opening my STPM slip because I was thinking I would never survive my Chemistry. And then I started to make my crying face infront of all teachers *boohoo.But I already started preparing my funeral since my exam day lar wth.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Angriest&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have so many angry moments but I can't think of the angriest. Most of the time I am angry at myself, or I am too sad that is why I get angry.&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Most Thankfully Surprised&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That I am still alived wth. That my chemistry didn't get a D. *kneels down heads on the ground hands up*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Most Annoyed&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today when that moron at work accused me for doing things wrong. Which wasn't my mistake. If I can calculate and explain all the accounts and depreciation of fixed assets like the computer why don't you just give me your salary wth. Nolar it wasn't the most annoyed moment but it was annoying.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Most Stressed&lt;/b&gt;&lt;p&gt;Exam moments lar and days waiting for results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Most Self-Satisfied&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am always self-satisfied hahahahaa. When I can do small things by myself I am self-satisfied in the heart. *pats at my own back&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But then turn out like 50% of it is lousy things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Most Embarassing&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear I can make a dictionary about all the embarassing moments. The flood is enough embarassing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Trying to lie down at a chair ended up falling down with legs in the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Failing twice my driving test and shit do you know how embarassing to fail infront of 100 people =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Most Shocked&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am a drama queen. This incident is shocking that incident is shocking. But I don't recall the most shocking incident. Duh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Most Confused&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where suddenly friendship is lost and reasons untold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Most Excited&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh I remember the first time I went to Paris for Disneyland. Haven't been on roller coaster already dream about flying in the air and taking pictures with Minnie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And first time on the flight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;First time going to school! But after primary school I hated all the system,canes and strict teachers that I got phobia to school buses.But really I am a school person from young *uhuk uhuk&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Everybody please do this when you are free&lt;/span&gt;! I would like to read your edition so much *deng deng deng&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2233111503506437540-1500729957929798186?l=wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com/feeds/1500729957929798186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233111503506437540&amp;postID=1500729957929798186&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233111503506437540/posts/default/1500729957929798186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233111503506437540/posts/default/1500729957929798186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com/2009/04/most.html' title='The Most'/><author><name>Miss Nobody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SEJAVlgndFI/AAAAAAAAAgA/80hANUop8ks/S220/DSC015651123.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233111503506437540.post-2717167442259396117</id><published>2009-04-04T14:17:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T22:22:04.889+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'>Random</title><content type='html'>You all want an update? Fine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am so tired recently. Maybe its lethargic hahahaah. That is why the lack of update. And then now my english sucks, I can barely put words into sentences.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Let me tell you why, because everybody speaks hokkien and I am trying my very best to translate.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am sure that I will go bankrupt here if I own a business. How to communicate with my lousy languages???&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I slept for 12 hours straight without waking up and it kinda amaze me how I can be a pig.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And I am still tired. Duh&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bought "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dance Dance Dance&lt;/span&gt;" by Haruki Murakami, hope that it doesn't disappoints me because we (me, Ketee, Yan Chuan) created some drama in Popular due to the discount we got. Ngehehehe. The advantages of having friends in bookstores.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;*scratches head* Went for Cheng Beng for the first year. What can I say? Hot scorching sun!! Smoke!!! *flips fan, takes out umbrella &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;But I really miss my Grandma &gt;.&lt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Malaysia Politics is really very ......entertaining. It amazed me on how can they still convince us &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;rakyat&lt;/span&gt; to be PATRIOTIC?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wanted to buy good Sony Headphones/ clothes, and useless stuff but when I calculate how many accounts and stuff I need to key in everyday for just OWNING that particular stuff, I will just give up. But then ended up buying cheap small items which is also the same lar aih wth.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am the worst in maintaining every single thing. From shoes to relationship. From minor to major duh.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I just realized some problems are always left unsolved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I want read my novel lar so bubye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Naaaaa, lame update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SddjywpRZLI/AAAAAAAABK0/M06gYWybjTc/s1600-h/Heart_In_Mouth_Disease_XxX_by_Pretty_As_A_Picture.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 276px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SddjywpRZLI/AAAAAAAABK0/M06gYWybjTc/s400/Heart_In_Mouth_Disease_XxX_by_Pretty_As_A_Picture.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320831208464147634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/2233111503506437540-2717167442259396117?l=wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com/feeds/2717167442259396117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233111503506437540&amp;postID=2717167442259396117&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233111503506437540/posts/default/2717167442259396117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233111503506437540/posts/default/2717167442259396117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com/2009/04/random.html' title='Random'/><author><name>Miss Nobody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SEJAVlgndFI/AAAAAAAAAgA/80hANUop8ks/S220/DSC015651123.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SddjywpRZLI/AAAAAAAABK0/M06gYWybjTc/s72-c/Heart_In_Mouth_Disease_XxX_by_Pretty_As_A_Picture.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233111503506437540.post-3180832116097734281</id><published>2009-03-14T21:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T21:28:34.385+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything about ME</title><content type='html'>My yoga teacher asked us to think about the question " What are the things that you take responsibility at?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, the best answer is anything about myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My own future, my family, my religion, my environment, everything with MY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there are some responsibilities that stick with you and it is forever yours. And because it is your responsibility, it pains you and nibbles you up bits by bits when...it goes wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I just think at least I can't solve it, its better to face it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2233111503506437540-3180832116097734281?l=wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233111503506437540/posts/default/3180832116097734281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233111503506437540/posts/default/3180832116097734281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com/2009/03/everything-about-me.html' title='Everything about ME'/><author><name>Miss Nobody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SEJAVlgndFI/AAAAAAAAAgA/80hANUop8ks/S220/DSC015651123.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233111503506437540.post-7319145878066348144</id><published>2009-03-05T21:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T21:32:32.498+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Fate</title><content type='html'>"Whats the world greatest lie?" the boy asked, completely surprised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's this. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;That at a certain point in our life,we lose control of what's happening to us, and our lives become controlled by fate&lt;/span&gt;. Thats the world greatest lie."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Alchemist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Being a Christian, I totally believe in God. I believe in having faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, yes sometimes I hate when we have to say, its fate. I believe that God will help those who help themselves, so its not only fate after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*inhales deeply&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2233111503506437540-7319145878066348144?l=wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com/feeds/7319145878066348144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233111503506437540&amp;postID=7319145878066348144&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233111503506437540/posts/default/7319145878066348144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233111503506437540/posts/default/7319145878066348144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com/2009/03/fate.html' title='Fate'/><author><name>Miss Nobody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SEJAVlgndFI/AAAAAAAAAgA/80hANUop8ks/S220/DSC015651123.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233111503506437540.post-4681892534969788273</id><published>2009-03-04T22:25:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T23:03:06.199+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Stuff'/><title type='text'>Hari Ini Dalam Sejarah</title><content type='html'>Wanna try writing in BM but I cant even describe the weather. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Monday, I had my first experience of being in a ...flood. A minor one, but either that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am unlucky&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am stupid&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am too dramatic&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;or each and every single one above&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;I ended up being the worst victim of the small flood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was raining cats and dogs plus the thunder lightning and all my colleagues started to freak out as the car park would flood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was happily humming songs because&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;How big could the flood be?Its PATANI JAYA, it never floods&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I can go back early woohoo&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Shu Shen even suggested to drive all my colleagues to get their cars...until she saw her car's condition. *gasps at the water level *panic&lt;br /&gt;Yalar gek gao gao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And being the most stupid of all lot, I didn't even realised everybody has changed into flip flops while I was still in my heels. When they stare at my feet, they all sigh in unity while shaking their heads : " Your high heels are gone." ''WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH HEELS IN A FLOOD?''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'TAKE THEM OFF LAR!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I immediately took them off, taking them with my left hand, bag with my right hand, with no umbrella, bravely walk in the water BARE FEETED. wth my pants are gone .my feet are gone. What if there were WORMS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALLELUIA hahahahahaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you go. Half of us are walking in the flood, and figuring where the longkang is so that we wouldn't fall into it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is when my colleague shouted " MY SLIPPER! HELP ME PICK IT UP!" while I hurried my way to save it on time. Thank god I don't need to swim to it. zzzzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a drama. =.=''''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and actually we didn't even have to walk in the flood as I saw others by-passing through the clinic directly to the car park. WTH. I totally look like an idiot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2233111503506437540-4681892534969788273?l=wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com/feeds/4681892534969788273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233111503506437540&amp;postID=4681892534969788273&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233111503506437540/posts/default/4681892534969788273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233111503506437540/posts/default/4681892534969788273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com/2009/03/hari-ini-dalam-sejarah.html' title='Hari Ini Dalam Sejarah'/><author><name>Miss Nobody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SEJAVlgndFI/AAAAAAAAAgA/80hANUop8ks/S220/DSC015651123.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233111503506437540.post-7189605708441095949</id><published>2009-02-25T22:11:00.018+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T23:30:08.989+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>How much we have changed</title><content type='html'>While I am getting emo these few days and its uncontrollable, I flipped back some old photo albums on my computer and found out the wonder of...hairstyle. And time because we all changed so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank god I didn't even have a camera during form 2, my hair was short, my fringe got shave off and it looks like baby hair poking out and it was such a disaster! Which explains, I never get a good hairstyle. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SaVTQdgK51I/AAAAAAAABI8/49sw-mycZts/s1600-h/grace+n+yiqing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SaVTQdgK51I/AAAAAAAABI8/49sw-mycZts/s400/grace+n+yiqing.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306739278188570450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The wide forehead that time, no contact lenses, bad hairstyle oily face what is this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SaVaAm6cwzI/AAAAAAAABJk/Y8eYFC7Ku5Y/s1600-h/DSC01680.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SaVaAm6cwzI/AAAAAAAABJk/Y8eYFC7Ku5Y/s400/DSC01680.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306746702418199346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;To remind you all we are pretty now aih hahaha wth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SaVT-c8uV8I/AAAAAAAABJE/fveXohdUIZw/s1600-h/kt,jj,yc+n+yq.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SaVT-c8uV8I/AAAAAAAABJE/fveXohdUIZw/s400/kt,jj,yc+n+yq.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306740068313880514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To remind you how they changed too! Got rid of specs, hair straightened, long hair and err Yi Qing dun worry you are pretty as ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SaVabJC5LRI/AAAAAAAABJs/hd04e4DeeFo/s1600-h/DSC03044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SaVabJC5LRI/AAAAAAAABJs/hd04e4DeeFo/s400/DSC03044.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306747158257020178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SaVa1_9ZIbI/AAAAAAAABJ0/5WSej5ZmMdI/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 353px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SaVa1_9ZIbI/AAAAAAAABJ0/5WSej5ZmMdI/s400/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306747619674497458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SaVWkLs4ROI/AAAAAAAABJU/3d4AUxb-7l8/s1600-h/PC120416.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SaVWkLs4ROI/AAAAAAAABJU/3d4AUxb-7l8/s400/PC120416.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306742915542303970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Still remember the stupid fights we got about the year end trip. Which is errr the most anticipating trip but in the end I was too busy playing hide and seek wth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SaVZOVTRmhI/AAAAAAAABJc/bbjVs11Ie0k/s1600-h/191023761l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SaVZOVTRmhI/AAAAAAAABJc/bbjVs11Ie0k/s400/191023761l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306745838697028114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is before Mr Fletcher find us too noisy and *poof* camera was in his hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SaVd2-GCAnI/AAAAAAAABKM/-ylT5MHR6XM/s1600-h/DSC01515.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SaVd2-GCAnI/AAAAAAAABKM/-ylT5MHR6XM/s400/DSC01515.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306750934888612466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SaVjY0Rv_XI/AAAAAAAABKU/Mfp8GVnrgOI/s1600-h/Choral+festival+146.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SaVjY0Rv_XI/AAAAAAAABKU/Mfp8GVnrgOI/s400/Choral+festival+146.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306757013927099762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Let us say Y M C A, such great fun that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SaVbYhresEI/AAAAAAAABJ8/TT9ZwVZ5NSg/s1600-h/My+classmates+and+Teacher....jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 364px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SaVbYhresEI/AAAAAAAABJ8/TT9ZwVZ5NSg/s400/My+classmates+and+Teacher....jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306748212841721922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And you see what Jason did to our nice photos?! Love love love love aduihai. *smack heads&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/2233111503506437540-7189605708441095949?l=wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com/feeds/7189605708441095949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233111503506437540&amp;postID=7189605708441095949&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233111503506437540/posts/default/7189605708441095949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233111503506437540/posts/default/7189605708441095949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com/2009/02/how-much-we-have-changed.html' title='How much we have changed'/><author><name>Miss Nobody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SEJAVlgndFI/AAAAAAAAAgA/80hANUop8ks/S220/DSC015651123.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SaVTQdgK51I/AAAAAAAABI8/49sw-mycZts/s72-c/grace+n+yiqing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233111503506437540.post-7008474369825914550</id><published>2009-02-20T14:27:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T15:07:12.882+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Stuff'/><title type='text'>Yoga Classes</title><content type='html'>If I say art of living classes maybe you all will get a bit blurry. So I wrote yoga classes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea yea apparently everybody knows I am quite weak and always get flu here,sore throat there, fever now. So I actually got sick of being sick so I joined up the classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turned out that I am the youngest in the class! And almost all of them asked me why this form two kid is here =.=''' (Adult classes is 18 above)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when the classes started, and apparently our teacher is a woman from Ipoh. IPOH= pretty girls duh. She is really pretty and tall and she dressed wonderfully gorgeous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Mommy&lt;/span&gt;:  "Really hor, why all girls from Ipoh is so pretty?''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: " Mommy next time I want to get married and stay at Ipoh and become an Ipoh girl"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Mommy&lt;/span&gt;: "Sometimes I am wondering whether you are 20 or 2 years old"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*rolling eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it was a great experience in the breathing classes, and relaxing and its healthy. Highly recommended. haha. But Mingshi say yoga is for girls duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that explains my vege diet for 6 days. No meat no seafood no egg no onions no garlic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea, the latest update.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2233111503506437540-7008474369825914550?l=wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com/feeds/7008474369825914550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233111503506437540&amp;postID=7008474369825914550&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233111503506437540/posts/default/7008474369825914550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233111503506437540/posts/default/7008474369825914550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com/2009/02/yoga-classes.html' title='Yoga Classes'/><author><name>Miss Nobody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SEJAVlgndFI/AAAAAAAAAgA/80hANUop8ks/S220/DSC015651123.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233111503506437540.post-7922928431300209920</id><published>2009-02-14T23:26:00.019+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T13:51:34.015+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>Im super duper tired...</title><content type='html'>but I am a blogger so I must blog before 12am!&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you know, being sulky at home on Valentines doesn't help, so we girls decided to go for shopping in Queensbay and have fun. Of course its because its Kathy's birthday lar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there are a lot of surprises! Like how I love Forever 21 so much! I love everything about it except for its price. =( Nolar I actually like it because they gave me ......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And whatever I try is 3 digit so I just can stare in the mirror and hypnotize myself I am pretty enough, I don't need this dress to be pretty wth. And then take a picture and go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even Mean Wei was a bit addicted, I think we nearly need to drag her out of the shop hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we went around testing facial stuff and perfume hahahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grace's new principle of shopping : "Testing is free"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SZbkPp2YvwI/AAAAAAAABHc/sOlIcMUyTPA/s1600-h/DSC03121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SZbkPp2YvwI/AAAAAAAABHc/sOlIcMUyTPA/s320/DSC03121.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302676568858476290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Chandelier! in Forever 21 yea I am a village girl I like chandelier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we proceed to Manhattan Fish Market to catch fish. Ended up lining up for free Cornetto Ice cream and 1st time it tasted so good because its free!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SZbmAAzaqXI/AAAAAAAABHs/jj0K8SGEzgY/s1600-h/DSC03126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SZbmAAzaqXI/AAAAAAAABHs/jj0K8SGEzgY/s320/DSC03126.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302678499165383026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oshit I look like a mouse. Maybe I was thinking of Rainie Yang =.='''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SZbmjWHv6oI/AAAAAAAABH0/LkVR8zb3m_U/s1600-h/DSC03127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SZbmjWHv6oI/AAAAAAAABH0/LkVR8zb3m_U/s320/DSC03127.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302679106183228034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yan Chuan said: " I am too tall already!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Went to Manhattan Fish Market. Ate fish fish fish dory fish fish fish I hate fish fish fish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SZbnZ5HrsBI/AAAAAAAABIE/NmUwD8ArjTo/s1600-h/Copy+of+DSC03133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SZbnZ5HrsBI/AAAAAAAABIE/NmUwD8ArjTo/s320/Copy+of+DSC03133.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302680043291127826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SZbqOsp1lAI/AAAAAAAABIs/qgZnTCtSMLA/s1600-h/DSC03131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SZbqOsp1lAI/AAAAAAAABIs/qgZnTCtSMLA/s320/DSC03131.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302683149501043714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And guess what there was a table of guys which were selling flowers, decided to give us all free flowers because we are so pwwwwettttyyyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SZblITlg8dI/AAAAAAAABHk/yME7JV-vAww/s1600-h/Copy+of+DSC03130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SZblITlg8dI/AAAAAAAABHk/yME7JV-vAww/s320/Copy+of+DSC03130.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302677542134673874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;From her secret admirer.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I GOT TOO I GOT TOO! ALL OF US GOT! But it was actually from Forever 21! Ngehehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SZbnGTKSEkI/AAAAAAAABH8/WiKA429-a6M/s1600-h/DSC03134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SZbnGTKSEkI/AAAAAAAABH8/WiKA429-a6M/s320/DSC03134.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302679706683970114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When posing nicely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SZbox8FfQ3I/AAAAAAAABIU/8FYKGLc5oDM/s1600-h/RIMG0308.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SZbox8FfQ3I/AAAAAAAABIU/8FYKGLc5oDM/s320/RIMG0308.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302681555915719538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;While gossiping wth. So unflattering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SZbn8Ox6jfI/AAAAAAAABIM/GY_FnA9iLcs/s1600-h/DSC03137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SZbn8Ox6jfI/AAAAAAAABIM/GY_FnA9iLcs/s320/DSC03137.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302680633220959730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SZbpLps4F_I/AAAAAAAABIc/TsuUmoOTn1s/s1600-h/RIMG0335.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SZbpLps4F_I/AAAAAAAABIc/TsuUmoOTn1s/s320/RIMG0335.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302681997657249778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oh ya guess what, we went 2nd round to AEON and bumped into juniors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO you know how rude they were! We were smiling twice and they didn't even bare to smile or say hi back! What the heck is with the manners! They just walk away like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;THE END.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Okay and it was a good outing. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/2233111503506437540-7922928431300209920?l=wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com/feeds/7922928431300209920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233111503506437540&amp;postID=7922928431300209920&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233111503506437540/posts/default/7922928431300209920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233111503506437540/posts/default/7922928431300209920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-super-duper-tired.html' title='Im super duper tired...'/><author><name>Miss Nobody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SEJAVlgndFI/AAAAAAAAAgA/80hANUop8ks/S220/DSC015651123.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SZbkPp2YvwI/AAAAAAAABHc/sOlIcMUyTPA/s72-c/DSC03121.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233111503506437540.post-2904438361799802817</id><published>2009-02-13T22:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T22:39:56.358+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Things Unsaid'/><title type='text'>Forgotten</title><content type='html'>In our lives there are a lot of people that come and go. We meet, we get to know each other, we go on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happiness, laughter, emotions, anger, jealousy. All sorts of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats what we called - memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always forget how things happen in the past. How I was jolly happy, how I was so easily satisfied, how I grown up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the people that inspires me and taught me a lot. People that I hurt, people that were friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was. Were. It seems so far away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, sometimes I do remember. It's just that I thought life goes on, and yea forgotten.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2233111503506437540-2904438361799802817?l=wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233111503506437540/posts/default/2904438361799802817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233111503506437540/posts/default/2904438361799802817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com/2009/02/forgotten.html' title='Forgotten'/><author><name>Miss Nobody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SEJAVlgndFI/AAAAAAAAAgA/80hANUop8ks/S220/DSC015651123.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233111503506437540.post-8539789669258103006</id><published>2009-02-10T22:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T22:53:35.271+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tags'/><title type='text'>I IZ Running Out Of Ideas...</title><content type='html'>So I &lt;s&gt;am forced&lt;/s&gt; am delighted to do tags. You know I like tags right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Rules:&lt;br /&gt;It’s harder than it looks! Copy to your own note, erase my answers, enter yours, and tag twenty people.Use the&lt;strong&gt; first letter of your name&lt;/strong&gt; to answer each of the following questions. They have to be real,nothing made up! If the person before you had the same first initial, you must use different answers. You cannot use any word twice and you can’t use your name for the boy/girl name question.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;1. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What is your name&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GRACE Tan&lt;/span&gt;. So its G!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://aljaydesigns.com/design%20images/bullion%20rose%20delights%20font/aljay-brd4x4g.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 243px;" src="http://aljaydesigns.com/design%20images/bullion%20rose%20delights%20font/aljay-brd4x4g.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;2. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;A four Letter Word&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Goat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;3. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;A boy’s Name&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gabriel&lt;/span&gt; ( I know 1 cute baby named this in London with curly hairs awwww)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;4. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;A girl’s Name&lt;/span&gt;: I can cheat by saying Grace right! Fine..errr &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gigi &lt;/span&gt;hahaha. &lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;5. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;An occupation&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Gynecologist&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;6. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;A color&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Green&lt;/span&gt; why so easy 1&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.cross-stitch-centre.co.uk/acatalog/d-stranded3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 387px;" src="http://www.cross-stitch-centre.co.uk/acatalog/d-stranded3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;7. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Something you’ll wear&lt;/span&gt;: OMG I DO THIS TAG FOR THIS OKAY!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  Guess bag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.butlersrestorationdrycleaning.com/images/guess-bag-after.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 285px; height: 216px;" src="http://www.butlersrestorationdrycleaning.com/images/guess-bag-after.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Gucci bag&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://api.ning.com/files/An8hc8bWwmaV4Aj9C*kDb*hitHhgQ-nw54tkD5TyNyPcyRoxyWbURpBGhjWmItjgPZ6ViG8Ub7KxE2uNZ4kIgiljhneOpyF4/gucci.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://api.ning.com/files/An8hc8bWwmaV4Aj9C*kDb*hitHhgQ-nw54tkD5TyNyPcyRoxyWbURpBGhjWmItjgPZ6ViG8Ub7KxE2uNZ4kIgiljhneOpyF4/gucci.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;G is Glamorous, *flips hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;8. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A food&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gingerbread man&lt;/span&gt; ( I thought it was so nice until I tried it 10 years ago and found out it is not as good as I think)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v440/dsaintx/etc2/DSC00382.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 246px; height: 326px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v440/dsaintx/etc2/DSC00382.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;9. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Something found in the bathroom&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Garnier skincare products&lt;/span&gt;. Okay this is lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;10.&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Georgia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;11. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A reason for being late&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Grandma's graduation&lt;/span&gt; wth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;12. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Something you’d shout&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Grace you are Gorgeous!"&lt;/span&gt; *cough cough cough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Actually the most used by me is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;" God Damn it! "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;13. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;A movie title&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Godzilla &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.godzillaactionfigures.info/Images/Godzilla05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 288px; height: 425px;" src="http://www.godzillaactionfigures.info/Images/Godzilla05.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Something you drink&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Guinness beer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.simplyclassicgiftbaskets.com/pic/guinness-beer-gift-basket-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 265px; height: 310px;" src="http://www.simplyclassicgiftbaskets.com/pic/guinness-beer-gift-basket-2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;15. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;A musical group&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Greenday!&lt;/span&gt; Omg omg omg thank god I know 1 *shifty eyes*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://allthesongs.files.wordpress.com/2008/04/green-day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 385px; height: 248px;" src="http://allthesongs.files.wordpress.com/2008/04/green-day.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;16. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;An animal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gorilla&lt;/span&gt; * WHAT! Four legs what&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.roumazeilles.net/news/fr/wordpress/wp-content/uploads/gorilla.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 287px; height: 320px;" src="http://www.roumazeilles.net/news/fr/wordpress/wp-content/uploads/gorilla.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;17. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;A street name&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Greentown street&lt;/span&gt;, wth I made this up but who cares! When I have money I am gonna build this. Say only after you see me sweeping there zzzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;18. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;A type of car&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ginetta &lt;/span&gt;( okay I cheated Ketee found from net)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;19. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;The title of a song&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Girlfriend&lt;/span&gt;  "Hey hey you you I am gonna be your girlfriend!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tag......*cue mysterious music*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Yan Chuan&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mean Wei&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Zoey Miss Ping Pong Piang&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Steven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mr Crow King because he hasn't blog a long time&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mingshi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sin Hui&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My cousins ( Lai Thin Mei Thin)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And all that are interested thank you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2233111503506437540-8539789669258103006?l=wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com/feeds/8539789669258103006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233111503506437540&amp;postID=8539789669258103006&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233111503506437540/posts/default/8539789669258103006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233111503506437540/posts/default/8539789669258103006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-iz-running-out-of-ideas.html' title='I IZ Running Out Of Ideas...'/><author><name>Miss Nobody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SEJAVlgndFI/AAAAAAAAAgA/80hANUop8ks/S220/DSC015651123.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233111503506437540.post-2586722397550866100</id><published>2009-02-06T22:30:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T00:19:33.377+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Things Unsaid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Cynosure</title><content type='html'>Attention seeker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to do lots of small actions just to get my parents attention last time. Try to be cute, try to do silly stunts just to try to make them laugh, think of short imaginative stories just to amaze them,but of course, grown ups are just too busy in bothering what matters most for children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then when all these didn't worked out, I became very stubborn, and of course arguing haha. Which turned out to be quite a disaster last time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am a big grown up already [20!20!kill me please], sometimes, I am still an attention seeker. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a different way of course.&lt;br /&gt;Like if I want to walk confidently with my heels while acting cool, I ended up slipping somewhere and let everybody turned to see what happen to me.&lt;br /&gt;And of course not seeing the chair and tried to sit down and ended up legs in the air and of course the big bang sound. =.='''&lt;br /&gt;I am definitely are not those soft gentle fair girl anyhow. Aih shut up, stop nodding in agreement.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wished I was a boy, because cool is a good word for a boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, what I am trying to say is, no matter that either you are a kid, or a grown up, everybody has their attention seeking times. Because sometimes, we are trying very hard to impress people. People that we care, people that we love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However sometimes, we try a little bit too hard, and ended up the other way round. We annoy people around us.&lt;br /&gt;Just like when I was a kid. Sometimes, its just better to be ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: I actually wanted to write a long post about lotsa issues, but too bad I am watching series, will continue later&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2233111503506437540-2586722397550866100?l=wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com/feeds/2586722397550866100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233111503506437540&amp;postID=2586722397550866100&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233111503506437540/posts/default/2586722397550866100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233111503506437540/posts/default/2586722397550866100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com/2009/02/cynosure.html' title='Cynosure'/><author><name>Miss Nobody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SEJAVlgndFI/AAAAAAAAAgA/80hANUop8ks/S220/DSC015651123.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233111503506437540.post-7502861068142042111</id><published>2009-02-01T22:17:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T00:00:20.298+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Confidence in you</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I do think my main weakness is, I care too much about what people say about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think most of us do care a lot what people thinks/ feels about us, but sometimes I get a little bit overboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I do something wrong?&lt;br /&gt;Did I just offended people?&lt;br /&gt;Do I look bad with my hair wth wth wth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these are purely example only okay, don't pretend that you say "I don't care", because everybody cares! You try go shout something insane in public and see, I'm sure you will say you won't,because you don't want people think you are siao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think thats why that people nowadays care a lot about image. What also branded items, the best 1, the most expensive 1, because, we want to look good, we want to feel good about ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course, to bring the confidence in ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But confidence and boasting is ... hard to differentiate sometimes. We might offend people by showing our confidence, or being too confident for the wrong thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I use to dislike people who are very boastful for nothing, but sometimes, I do admire their ..confidence. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Because they know what they really want, and they do not care whatever people say about it. And sometimes, we just need these guts to succeed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there is no room for shyness in the society! Shyness apparently always kill me. Because I am always scared to make the first move. [ I MEAN WORK LAR, what are you thinking!]&lt;br /&gt;And then I am shy to ask for help or scared to approach people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, practice makes a lot better. Duh, I don't know what I am writing now because..I am half chatting and I forgot what I wanted to write already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then, have the confidence in you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2233111503506437540-7502861068142042111?l=wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com/feeds/7502861068142042111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233111503506437540&amp;postID=7502861068142042111&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233111503506437540/posts/default/7502861068142042111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233111503506437540/posts/default/7502861068142042111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com/2009/02/confidence-in-you.html' title='Confidence in you'/><author><name>Miss Nobody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SEJAVlgndFI/AAAAAAAAAgA/80hANUop8ks/S220/DSC015651123.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233111503506437540.post-7897184850043007403</id><published>2009-01-26T23:35:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T00:08:24.012+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>Old Town's the place</title><content type='html'>Deng Deng Deng...1st day of CNY. We went for girls yamcha session and I am going to show you photos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SX3aFaK2ywI/AAAAAAAABEM/UrWN9BMrVno/s1600-h/DSC02979.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SX3aFaK2ywI/AAAAAAAABEM/UrWN9BMrVno/s320/DSC02979.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295628523316628226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anybody want scold Man Shin or not??? Haven't seen her for ages, because of *cough boyfriend *cough cough cough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SX3aZN8uPgI/AAAAAAAABEc/AGk4QrQO3Go/s1600-h/DSC02982.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SX3aZN8uPgI/AAAAAAAABEc/AGk4QrQO3Go/s320/DSC02982.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295628863633505794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aih so pretty,  boys  hahahaha ya don't be jealous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SX3a2Zh65II/AAAAAAAABEs/T5V7tW5rlIM/s1600-h/DSC02988.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SX3a2Zh65II/AAAAAAAABEs/T5V7tW5rlIM/s320/DSC02988.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295629364958520450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This photo is after dunno how many snap shots, because Zi Yi, your wife say my camera hates her. hmph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SX3bHRrX2KI/AAAAAAAABE0/6VZy3VyDNRg/s1600-h/DSC02991.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SX3bHRrX2KI/AAAAAAAABE0/6VZy3VyDNRg/s320/DSC02991.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295629654908459170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;*cough cough cough shudup I cut my hair accidentally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SX3aj1hM9_I/AAAAAAAABEk/RhoeOdG775E/s1600-h/DSC02987.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SX3aj1hM9_I/AAAAAAAABEk/RhoeOdG775E/s320/DSC02987.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295629046054189042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Seriously I don't know why the nasi lemak thingy is there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SX3cXWPjAYI/AAAAAAAABE8/c9AecSgrdpU/s1600-h/DSC03003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SX3cXWPjAYI/AAAAAAAABE8/c9AecSgrdpU/s320/DSC03003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295631030523462018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If you are wondering why there are alot of Man Shin photo's because WE HAVE NOT SEEN HER FOR AGES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SX3cgtmx9XI/AAAAAAAABFE/2PRlxddCmdQ/s1600-h/DSC02997.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SX3cgtmx9XI/AAAAAAAABFE/2PRlxddCmdQ/s320/DSC02997.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295631191413749106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tartan  lovers. And I have multiple shots of them =.=''''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SX3aR1k7QZI/AAAAAAAABEU/oHprLNFrdCw/s1600-h/DSC02980.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SX3aR1k7QZI/AAAAAAAABEU/oHprLNFrdCw/s320/DSC02980.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295628736832160146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aih so are you bored of our pics already =.= what to do, girls. hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2233111503506437540-7897184850043007403?l=wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com/feeds/7897184850043007403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233111503506437540&amp;postID=7897184850043007403&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233111503506437540/posts/default/7897184850043007403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233111503506437540/posts/default/7897184850043007403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com/2009/01/old-towns-place.html' title='Old Town&apos;s the place'/><author><name>Miss Nobody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SEJAVlgndFI/AAAAAAAAAgA/80hANUop8ks/S220/DSC015651123.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SX3aFaK2ywI/AAAAAAAABEM/UrWN9BMrVno/s72-c/DSC02979.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233111503506437540.post-8570863227325299924</id><published>2009-01-25T23:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T23:52:29.096+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Things Unsaid'/><title type='text'>Chinese New Year Resolution</title><content type='html'>我只希望团员饭桌的团员，一个也不要再少。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2233111503506437540-8570863227325299924?l=wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com/feeds/8570863227325299924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233111503506437540&amp;postID=8570863227325299924&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233111503506437540/posts/default/8570863227325299924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233111503506437540/posts/default/8570863227325299924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com/2009/01/chinese-new-year-resolution.html' title='Chinese New Year Resolution'/><author><name>Miss Nobody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SEJAVlgndFI/AAAAAAAAAgA/80hANUop8ks/S220/DSC015651123.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233111503506437540.post-7139919005306898565</id><published>2009-01-17T20:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T23:49:22.691+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Stuff'/><title type='text'>Random</title><content type='html'>I really wanted to blog about the really new changes in 2009, but I am drawn back AGAIN, because somebody said my hair look awful, so Ai Vern, this is your bad day, no pictures till...when my mood goes better again haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, so apparently I think everybody knows my first waitress job didn't last long. I had already told most of the people online now, because DUH, from the first day I think I already KNEW it wasn't gonna last anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what do you really think I quit my job? The reason can be found IN my blog, I wont mention again, because I will be a bit dramatic again. Then so I am now in a new job, which I don't think I want talk much about it here! Because...*cough my boss's son *cough *cough reads my blog sometimes *cough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But its great! Apparently, and my lunch time is normal again. Haha, will know more when I really get to know all of my job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then new years is around the corner, my cookies is nowhere to be seen, my new clothes are black and white duhhhh, and my I missed my grandparents food. Now not even a taste of anything. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a blarrrrdy good mood to be at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will update when...I have time to upload photos that is! Happy working and Happy Preparing Chinese New Year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2233111503506437540-7139919005306898565?l=wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com/feeds/7139919005306898565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233111503506437540&amp;postID=7139919005306898565&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233111503506437540/posts/default/7139919005306898565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233111503506437540/posts/default/7139919005306898565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-really-wanted-to-blog-about-really.html' title='Random'/><author><name>Miss Nobody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SEJAVlgndFI/AAAAAAAAAgA/80hANUop8ks/S220/DSC015651123.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233111503506437540.post-8483392749583701549</id><published>2009-01-12T23:18:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T23:45:39.032+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'>Things that I can't manage</title><content type='html'>I wanted to write about 5 shocking things I did this month but I guess this isn't the time yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am gonna write about 5 things that I cannot do well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cooking delicious and slurpy maggi mee&lt;/span&gt;. =.=&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;I am so sick of myself. Yesterday I was so hungry and attempted to cook a bowl of maggi mee. But ended up it was so tasteless that I just..pour it away. And the noodles are already like ..too soft lar what you called it, it absorbed water. Even my mom says I suck in noodles. Sigh somebody just kill me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Doing multiple things/tasks/jobs at one time&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;I mean how do you all do so? It is so wrong okay! You shouldn't be driving and sms-ing at the same time right? SEE! Its such a good example. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;I can't listen noisy music while study.&lt;br /&gt;I cannot listen to you while I am doing homework.&lt;br /&gt;I can't even talk when I drive. Just ask Kathy or Yan Chuan when I don't concentrate. I can even go crazy if I am angry when I am driving *rolling eyes*&lt;br /&gt;Which is a damn uncool thing, because all people is a multi-tasker. *sulky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Read numbers/sentences...especially numbers without having a ruler below and having my finger...pointing.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;I don't know, I think my motor skills is the worst. Not the motorcycle skill. Which I can't even ride anyway. But the other motor skill. And I have no sense. I mean when a car drive past me, I have no idea. =.= Mom says because I am a Caesarian, thats why I am a bit clumsy. SEE! I got excuse 1! But I see others doing fine also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Completing my meal, I mean completing every single teeny weeny bits of meal&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;I don't know, I just tend to NEVER to finish my last bite. Which is a stupid thing I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Play any sports&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Aih full stop no elaboration. I have no talent. Aih, all excuses because I never really practice or pay attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, whats the five thing that you can't do well?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2233111503506437540-8483392749583701549?l=wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com/feeds/8483392749583701549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233111503506437540&amp;postID=8483392749583701549&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233111503506437540/posts/default/8483392749583701549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233111503506437540/posts/default/8483392749583701549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com/2009/01/things-that-i-cant-manage.html' title='Things that I can&apos;t manage'/><author><name>Miss Nobody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SEJAVlgndFI/AAAAAAAAAgA/80hANUop8ks/S220/DSC015651123.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233111503506437540.post-5622288964548928725</id><published>2009-01-09T14:45:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T15:32:10.707+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Things Unsaid'/><title type='text'>The Contradicting</title><content type='html'>Sometimes some issues really bothers me a lot. Issues that are really contradicting with my own so-called principles of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its like for 19 years of living, I always stayed firm on some issues which states clearly what is right, what is wrong. What should be done, and what should not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I gave up a lot of stuff sometimes trying to hold on to principles, but I am still in doubt whether it is worth it. Maybe that is why sometimes I get so fickle minded about issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting a bit blurry didn't you? Let me enlighten you just a bit. Just like, smoking and smelling smoke. And drinking.Just like the environment and friends. Just like the issue of God where I really stand really firm, and just like relationship principles that got me into a lot of trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its like, okay let me give you a simple example. Like smoking is not in my dictionary. And then when 999 people around me smoke, it will give me a little bit of thinking whether is this still wrong?&lt;br /&gt;Okay I think I got a bit dramatic over this issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But things change like every year or month or week or after some events or incidents. I admit that my mindset is changing and I think I will change some of mine because this is really a different world outside now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO lar I still hate smoke. Especially when I wanted to praise a girl who look so pretty and suddenly she wants an ash tray, I suddenly look at her in a different light. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/179/378742649_35ecce1bc5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 285px; height: 285px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/179/378742649_35ecce1bc5.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aih touchwood okay, what if next time I become like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I want to say is, I hope to stand firm on some really serious issues, but I will still stay open minded. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;That means, no matter who does it, or how many people does it, I will not do it when it is wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, I hope ..it will happen that way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2233111503506437540-5622288964548928725?l=wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com/feeds/5622288964548928725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233111503506437540&amp;postID=5622288964548928725&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233111503506437540/posts/default/5622288964548928725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233111503506437540/posts/default/5622288964548928725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com/2009/01/contradicting.html' title='The Contradicting'/><author><name>Miss Nobody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SEJAVlgndFI/AAAAAAAAAgA/80hANUop8ks/S220/DSC015651123.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/179/378742649_35ecce1bc5_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233111503506437540.post-3393351120590242216</id><published>2009-01-04T13:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T00:28:21.350+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Things Unsaid'/><title type='text'>The Small Details that makes big difference</title><content type='html'>It was always the small details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The small details that we often overlooked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always busy saying or expressing whatever we want to say, but neglecting what may cause heart sore somewhere, or frowns on faces.&lt;br /&gt;Fast reading of stories, fast forwarding in series, because what we think is important is the damn ending.&lt;br /&gt;Working so hard for something, but actually losing the importance of why they are doing it in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, somewhere, we kinda forget those simple details that matters a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always read books in a fast speed, and sometimes, I get a shocking ending. Read again, then only I found out, I missed the hints and realized how the ending got there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I tend to forget that the insensitivity in us actually get us in a lot of trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I really want to say is, there are a lot of small details that actually determines the what happens next. And damn, we should always pay attention in them in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Aih work too san fu already, post this up to sound emo hahaha. No,actually I wrote this long ago, but I save in drafts, as..I am not really good in emo post. And all my friends are so good in writing okay! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2233111503506437540-3393351120590242216?l=wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com/feeds/3393351120590242216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233111503506437540&amp;postID=3393351120590242216&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233111503506437540/posts/default/3393351120590242216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233111503506437540/posts/default/3393351120590242216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com/2008/12/small-details-that-makes-big-difference.html' title='The Small Details that makes big difference'/><author><name>Miss Nobody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SEJAVlgndFI/AAAAAAAAAgA/80hANUop8ks/S220/DSC015651123.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233111503506437540.post-5333841680971527666</id><published>2009-01-02T00:06:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T00:30:20.064+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Stuff'/><title type='text'>The First Day of Work (Updated)</title><content type='html'>You see, everybody blogs about their first day of work right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am gonna blog about it too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...you know...&lt;br /&gt;...erm the first day..&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blog about it later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I have the strength&lt;br /&gt;***********************&lt;br /&gt;So okay about my work.&lt;br /&gt;Its..pretty tiring actually. Didn't know that buisness was so good, and work load is beyond expectations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, its housekeeping which includes sweeping, cleaning all the tables, vacuum and wash the toilet (yes yes !) and mop the floor, wash all the dishes (its divided between 3 people)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then......includes the washing of rice, mixing the green tea and then...wait for customers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when customer rush in,its a different world. Take order, make sure the order are ticked, instructions to the kitchen, make the drinks again, do whatever chopping slicing, OH and making wasabi also. And wash a bit of dishes, ya say hello to miss cinderella! But with pay check lar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then ah...its over and over and over and OVER..with refilling drinks, AND DON'T THINK ITS EASY OKAY, the drinks are very hot and heavy, and I have to work OT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But again got money lar, what to complain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have to memorize the menu, and the price. And I am still learning hahaha. I think I got laughed lar, because I wrote Gohan (rice) as Gochan. Who knows which is which okay, I only know Unagi. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND the waitress there all damn pretty okay, all prettier than me. WHAT IS THIS!!! I feel so damn old and fugly. And damn hardworking, I never see people so keen in working working and doing their job 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea, I think I wrote a lot of crap now, so Bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna update about my trip later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2233111503506437540-5333841680971527666?l=wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com/feeds/5333841680971527666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233111503506437540&amp;postID=5333841680971527666&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233111503506437540/posts/default/5333841680971527666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233111503506437540/posts/default/5333841680971527666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com/2009/01/first-day-of-work.html' title='The First Day of Work (Updated)'/><author><name>Miss Nobody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SEJAVlgndFI/AAAAAAAAAgA/80hANUop8ks/S220/DSC015651123.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233111503506437540.post-2438340514483970456</id><published>2008-12-25T23:16:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T00:22:30.224+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>Week Of Joy</title><content type='html'>Its Christmas! But I don't think I heard enough of Christmas songs...Anyway, I am super duper happy today, because I am going for a family trip after all! And this week is the week where everything turned out well, and I feel so blessed. Ya give me a few sweets then I am damn happy already. =.='''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year Christmas I would be hoping that all families are united and be grateful for everything. Economy isn't that good, in fact it is bad, so I hope everybody will still be doing fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a new cousin on the 23rd! and I wish my Grandpa was here. I always feel happy when I see my Grandpa feeling proud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SVOoDpYEIKI/AAAAAAAABCQ/K2-Da8g3nPM/s1600-h/GetAttachment.aspx.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SVOoDpYEIKI/AAAAAAAABCQ/K2-Da8g3nPM/s320/GetAttachment.aspx.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283751568435585186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Whoever says he is not cute deserve a punch a kick from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;He's a Sagittarius. Although I am hoping a Scorpio...haha. Stupid childish thoughts. Its a HE! Which I think will be flooded with ang paos from next year onwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am gonna show you a few photos. Which I think is quite beautifully taken. Well, you could say that the scenery is gorgeous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SVOpqiK3FVI/AAAAAAAABCo/6N51kfSQw0Y/s1600-h/IMG_4741.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SVOpqiK3FVI/AAAAAAAABCo/6N51kfSQw0Y/s400/IMG_4741.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283753336027682130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SVOrhB2g6HI/AAAAAAAABC4/kebadyF6YhA/s1600-h/IMG_4793.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SVOrhB2g6HI/AAAAAAAABC4/kebadyF6YhA/s400/IMG_4793.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283755371756841074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This picture is gorgeous because this carpet costs RM11,000. 11,000 FREAKING RINGGIT?! And its not even GOLD! Its just silk and handmade. Who cares anyway?!&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how tight their security is.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SVOsrJA7UlI/AAAAAAAABDA/fsBMU9Yr6Hw/s1600-h/DSC02516.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SVOsrJA7UlI/AAAAAAAABDA/fsBMU9Yr6Hw/s400/DSC02516.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283756644989882962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wah mom getting more in, know how to use V sign. See the sunset!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SVOtSugMJ1I/AAAAAAAABDI/ayT_31ZElH8/s1600-h/IMG_4563.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SVOtSugMJ1I/AAAAAAAABDI/ayT_31ZElH8/s400/IMG_4563.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283757325068019538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last picture of the day, GUESS what this is?! Whoever have this right will ...get a correct answer from me, wth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I didn't went to all these places. But my camera did. Well, its part of me right RIGHT? right.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SVOy2GY01eI/AAAAAAAABDQ/zeYhLAuGpjk/s1600-h/DSC00151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SVOy2GY01eI/AAAAAAAABDQ/zeYhLAuGpjk/s320/DSC00151.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283763430333142498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No Pictures of me is not acceptable HAHAHA. Okay I got this old photo from Ketee.&lt;br /&gt;What the hell is wrong with my right eye?!&lt;br /&gt;I can't even remember when is this....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Merry Christmas everyone!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/2233111503506437540-2438340514483970456?l=wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com/feeds/2438340514483970456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233111503506437540&amp;postID=2438340514483970456&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233111503506437540/posts/default/2438340514483970456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233111503506437540/posts/default/2438340514483970456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com/2008/12/week-of-joy.html' title='Week Of Joy'/><author><name>Miss Nobody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SEJAVlgndFI/AAAAAAAAAgA/80hANUop8ks/S220/DSC015651123.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SVOoDpYEIKI/AAAAAAAABCQ/K2-Da8g3nPM/s72-c/GetAttachment.aspx.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233111503506437540.post-5713957651082089858</id><published>2008-12-20T21:28:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T23:34:39.642+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Things Unsaid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Boys and girls</title><content type='html'>This is my 98 posts plus the drafts I had in my blog..and I am in the mood to write something different. Which is hard okay, zzzzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was blog-hopping the other day, read some blogs by people I know.And I am gonna say I am amused by how some of them that have good and strong relationship between friends. That includes the opposite sex by the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know there is a high level of relationship between boys and girls which is very hard to achieve?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is the bestest (i know there is no word like this) friend between a boy and a girl,aka PLATONIC friendship which there is totally nothing between them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean the real-nothing-is-going-on type, not like the "nothing lar, close friend only ma" that you give excuse when people ask you, but actually your heart somewhere is thinking of something else *smack.&lt;br /&gt;Or the " nothing situation" where you are both flirting around. =.=''''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best friend that you rely on and you trust whole heartedly 100%.&lt;br /&gt;Which you can tell him/her silly stuff like....wah there got sale, wah that girl so sexy. Okay, sorry bad example.&lt;br /&gt;Very,very hard to draw a line indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*inserts a big sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other issue in my mind is the Time with Friend Vs Time with my Couple.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know about you guys, but I had been a candlestick in my past, lighting myself up standing there, being the supporting actress with a large grin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ignored? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;CHECKED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awkwardness? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;CHECKED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Idiotness? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;CHECKED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't-know-what -to-say or what-to-do &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;CHECKED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I am not saying anything in particular, but sometimes, it does feel a bit...you know. YALAR jealous how how how, gonna kill me or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its hard for couples too, getting all the teasing around, joking, being the talk of the table.*rolling eyes*&lt;br /&gt;And mind you,  of all the stuff, this is the stuff I hate the most.  I do admit sometimes I get overreacted, but teasing sometimes, isn't a good way to show your friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aih if I had done any of this so far please slap me okay. * running away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please do give any comments even though you find this entry disturbing and feeling like throwing acid on me =.='''&lt;br /&gt;Sei lar after I write this confirm no bf liao. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To distract you all..I am gonna post a few pics..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SU0P-qMSVJI/AAAAAAAABCA/wRAfRbwXV7w/s1600-h/DSC02326.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SU0P-qMSVJI/AAAAAAAABCA/wRAfRbwXV7w/s320/DSC02326.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281895507127587986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SU0QPX8KfGI/AAAAAAAABCI/Ds7A8iARdYA/s1600-h/DSC02331.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SU0QPX8KfGI/AAAAAAAABCI/Ds7A8iARdYA/s320/DSC02331.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281895794285902946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;WHAT?BOYS AND GIRLS ALSO WHAT.&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/2233111503506437540-5713957651082089858?l=wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com/feeds/5713957651082089858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233111503506437540&amp;postID=5713957651082089858&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233111503506437540/posts/default/5713957651082089858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233111503506437540/posts/default/5713957651082089858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com/2008/12/boys-and-girls.html' title='Boys and girls'/><author><name>Miss Nobody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SEJAVlgndFI/AAAAAAAAAgA/80hANUop8ks/S220/DSC015651123.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SU0P-qMSVJI/AAAAAAAABCA/wRAfRbwXV7w/s72-c/DSC02326.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233111503506437540.post-2193747330319862714</id><published>2008-12-16T22:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T16:08:46.434+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Stuff'/><title type='text'>Short Update</title><content type='html'>AIH, what is this! I can't even find someone to chat whenever I get online! Even there is like....40 people online on my list. .......&lt;br /&gt;And someone keeps scolding me for no reason, what it this. ZzZZzZ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh guess what, I ate fried chicken for lunch lar, if tomorrow I get a sore throat again then its really 'dai sei'. wth. And now my brain is thinking of Haagen Daaz Ice Cream.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Neway today! Which is Karaoke in Times Square where cousins sang Korean Songs where I stare like an idiot and I sang those high pitch Chinese Songs where they stare me like I'm idiot, wth. I really think my singing sucks now, because I tend to go off pitch or going into the wrong key when nobody sings. =.=&lt;br /&gt;Linkin Park and Avril's song is the best because you can shout all you want, but it sounds nice too. HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh, all Ibrahimkakis next outing for us will be at Karaoke okay, its really nice to sing with a bunch of friends, but considering what I read from Tong's blog.......hrmm..I don't think I would have 1 minute putting my hand on the mike. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, can't wait to be back!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2233111503506437540-2193747330319862714?l=wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com/feeds/2193747330319862714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233111503506437540&amp;postID=2193747330319862714&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233111503506437540/posts/default/2193747330319862714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233111503506437540/posts/default/2193747330319862714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com/2008/12/short-update.html' title='Short Update'/><author><name>Miss Nobody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SEJAVlgndFI/AAAAAAAAAgA/80hANUop8ks/S220/DSC015651123.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233111503506437540.post-3015862722104923336</id><published>2008-12-14T22:53:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T01:52:25.270+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Stuff'/><title type='text'>Holidays</title><content type='html'>Sigh December is the only month I can really take it as my holiday I think. But holiday without my parents this period kinda...sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so I went to KL alone on train with bro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I was really sick yesterday. I think I took like over 30+ pills really. Traveling on the train was never a problem, I even had a bed seat, which is even softer than my bed.Travelling alone was not even a problem. Eating McD as breakfast was a FEAST, but ended out....&lt;br /&gt;IT ALL SUCKS.because Ｉ.was.sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aih..I was out of medicine, as you know,the forgetful me forgot to pack some of the medicine into my bag pack, ending up eating panadol for sore throat.WTH. AND I SPEND RM10 for mineral water.T_________T Yea it was that serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried salt water, 100 plus, vitamin pills,Pi Pa Gao, Strepsils, anything to make it better, but in the afternoon my throat was so bad that I can even breath, because it hurts so much that tears will come out themselves.=.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I had to go to the doctor, because it already 发炎.(sorry can't think of any word). &gt;&lt; I think was my first time...after...N years. Speechless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Grace, you are trying to get pity right now lar is it! Who haven't have sore throat before?! Dai Sai ah!&lt;br /&gt;Nolar, its just....I feel getting sick outside sucks really. And sore throat is even worst than fever flu cough. And I couldn't sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just, I guess, next time when I study outside, I am so gonna get homesick.Ｉ never believe I would say this. *Gasps. Maybe only when sick.Literally. I am so gonna get ready my sulky face when my parents come back if they don't really bring any souvenir for me. Yea, I think hotel combs and soaps will be the best gift for them to me =.=.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah，no shopping! No going anywhere for now. But, my sore throat is not that serious until I can't talk already. Already trying to sing Chao Ge's song to annoy everyone. [yeah....the kinda shout shout shout one...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Khaled Hosseini's One Thousand Splendid Suns was PERFECTly....touching, encouraging for women. I think I hate boys for now.WTH. Because sometimes it get so unfair for women especially in third world countries really. So yea, recommended!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I think I am going shopping anyway. Girls will always be girls *flips hair*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2233111503506437540-3015862722104923336?l=wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com/feeds/3015862722104923336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233111503506437540&amp;postID=3015862722104923336&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233111503506437540/posts/default/3015862722104923336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233111503506437540/posts/default/3015862722104923336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com/2008/12/holidays.html' title='Holidays'/><author><name>Miss Nobody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SEJAVlgndFI/AAAAAAAAAgA/80hANUop8ks/S220/DSC015651123.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233111503506437540.post-6935440774861938640</id><published>2008-12-10T21:10:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T21:29:44.673+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>I'm famous! =.=</title><content type='html'>I'm having a mild sore throat, thanks to my bro. Well after exam, my room is a mess, and duh,I think I just throw 1 box of exercise and form 5 notes for recycle. [*praying so hard I am gonna get a good sum of money]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh by the way I found something really interesting, you all must try it ! For Fun! Okay, admit it Grace you have nothing else to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yaya ...this is a ..vain post. Bimbo Post hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/ST_BC2bAjhI/AAAAAAAABBQ/h5QefE1Ckhs/s1600-h/PhotoFunia_ae73a0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 233px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/ST_BC2bAjhI/AAAAAAAABBQ/h5QefE1Ckhs/s320/PhotoFunia_ae73a0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278149543014206994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, well.... I kinda like this 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/ST_BY-kiRnI/AAAAAAAABBY/05sVzGq2sg8/s1600-h/PhotoFunia_ae96c9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/ST_BY-kiRnI/AAAAAAAABBY/05sVzGq2sg8/s320/PhotoFunia_ae96c9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278149923158771314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ahem..Look I'm on the poster...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/ST_DPtAYBOI/AAAAAAAABBw/IdIUdQxKFTQ/s1600-h/PhotoFunia_aee3a8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 231px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/ST_DPtAYBOI/AAAAAAAABBw/IdIUdQxKFTQ/s320/PhotoFunia_aee3a8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278151962848134370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;To all those boyfriend girlfriend who wants to do romantic stuff, can put your picture in this and write " You are in my eyes" *cough cough cough . What?! A good idea what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/ST_Bzei5A0I/AAAAAAAABBg/DCCT6Ws0v7M/s1600-h/PhotoFunia_aeb312.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/ST_Bzei5A0I/AAAAAAAABBg/DCCT6Ws0v7M/s320/PhotoFunia_aeb312.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278150378418406210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture is too small but actually it says Armani...I think its Armani Ads. But it looks like a criminal photo to me, saying "WANTED FOR CRIME" wth.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/ST_CYuNE1sI/AAAAAAAABBo/hJMoSAEGVH0/s1600-h/PhotoFunia_ae8bb8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 233px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/ST_CYuNE1sI/AAAAAAAABBo/hJMoSAEGVH0/s320/PhotoFunia_ae8bb8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278151018277033666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wow, I think this ''agogo'' pic gonna make the shop zap lap lar, if they put this as poster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click &lt;a href="http://www.photofunia.com/effects/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; if you want to try!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2233111503506437540-6935440774861938640?l=wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com/feeds/6935440774861938640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233111503506437540&amp;postID=6935440774861938640&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233111503506437540/posts/default/6935440774861938640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233111503506437540/posts/default/6935440774861938640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-famous.html' title='I&apos;m famous! =.='/><author><name>Miss Nobody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SEJAVlgndFI/AAAAAAAAAgA/80hANUop8ks/S220/DSC015651123.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/ST_BC2bAjhI/AAAAAAAABBQ/h5QefE1Ckhs/s72-c/PhotoFunia_ae73a0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233111503506437540.post-889150917438049969</id><published>2008-12-08T12:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T12:12:25.316+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Stuff'/><title type='text'>What Matters Most</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Well I just went for breakfast, and as usual my driving skills suck and I was thinking how to reverse my car to get out. But an uncle was so good, he knows the stares of me that I am seeking help and he help me to estimate the distance! Thanks uncle, I am so grateful. That made my day,really.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;It makes me think of the society nowadays, although so many people think that all people cannot believe 1 lar, believe in yourself lar, there are so many bad people outside, beware... but I always feel that because the society is so bad today it tends to let the good people, good deed stand out even more.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Thats why when I watch the news on how those volunteers save people in disaster and how they comfort the victims, I tend to cry. Oh shit shut up, I cry so easily nowadays. Well yea, its normal for us to save our loved ones, but saving others life and risking your own? Thats very noble for me. I really hope one day I could do something like that really. Waa like saying I am a saint, say only. =.= Asking for a job also feel embarrassed, and I just said I want to become a volunteer. DUH.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Just read back what I wrote, my English kinda suck. DUH. Anyway, disasters sometimes just reminds me how important to live my life to the fullest and what is actually important in my life.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Other than being sulky of stupid small issues, there are so many people are crying their lungs out because there are helpless somewhere.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Oher than saving my money for my shopping and my mp3, my money can be spend in other ways.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Other than just praying for my damn stupid STPM, there are some lonely and dying lives asking for prayers.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;So yea, I think I know what is important for now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2233111503506437540-889150917438049969?l=wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com/feeds/889150917438049969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233111503506437540&amp;postID=889150917438049969&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233111503506437540/posts/default/889150917438049969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233111503506437540/posts/default/889150917438049969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-matters-most.html' title='What Matters Most'/><author><name>Miss Nobody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SEJAVlgndFI/AAAAAAAAAgA/80hANUop8ks/S220/DSC015651123.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233111503506437540.post-7109618427628135636</id><published>2008-12-04T15:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T12:10:46.782+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Notification'/><title type='text'>Notification</title><content type='html'>Oh Hi! Guess what! I changed...and came back. Blogger mwah mwah I still love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Hello I am back, I am the most fickle minded person of all, *waving hands* So here we are back!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2233111503506437540-7109618427628135636?l=wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com/feeds/7109618427628135636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233111503506437540&amp;postID=7109618427628135636&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233111503506437540/posts/default/7109618427628135636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233111503506437540/posts/default/7109618427628135636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com/2008/12/notification.html' title='Notification'/><author><name>Miss Nobody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SEJAVlgndFI/AAAAAAAAAgA/80hANUop8ks/S220/DSC015651123.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233111503506437540.post-2215742082789311193</id><published>2008-10-04T00:46:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T10:01:37.200+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Things Unsaid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>The Actual Situation</title><content type='html'>When I talk very fast without full-stop, when you think why is Grace saying this, that means  I am actually very nervous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you see me staring at you, but looks like I am staring something on you, actually my mind is wandering or I am just.not.paying.attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I get really upset or disappointed with myself, I tend to change that negative feeling into anger. Which is worst. I make others upset. Its just like...what physics said about Energy: Energy does not disappear, it is just..transformed into another form. [Or whatever they say]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tend to say a lot of stupid things when I want others to forget what I did wrong/ embarrassment I cause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tend to feel some sore feeling when anyone do anything beyond what I think it should be. And start to lecture people : " You shouldn't do that!" " You should.."&lt;br /&gt;But ended up doing the same stupid thing as others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just won't listen your advice that moment. But I will digest it after a period of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last time I read the newspaper headlines, just to show off to my dad, I am not the daughter who reads ONLY the entertainment news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually like to blame everything after unfortunate events, but deeply inside I know that the major reason was always ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never like FISH. I eat fish and chips because of the mayonnaise and the chips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never learn Grammar. Not because I didn't learn in Primary 2. Because I never bother to learn. Which sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually like Chinese. But Chinese hates me. Which is untrue. It's just my stupid mindset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never like playing the Piano. I just don't get it why my left hand can play with my right hand playing another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel very very embarrass to cry. I didn't cried during funerals. Not because I wasn't sad.Because I thought I am not suppose to cry . But tend to loosen it now.&lt;br /&gt;Which ended up crying like shit during dramas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its very hard to say Sorry. And when I do, it just doesn't do the magic anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I talk about perspective, sometimes it is just lies. To me what is right is RIGHT. Wrong is wrong. Do you think slapping your children is right&gt;???  Do you think scolding me for something I did nothing wrong is right? Do you think cheating is right?&lt;br /&gt;No, it was never right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2233111503506437540-2215742082789311193?l=wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233111503506437540/posts/default/2215742082789311193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233111503506437540/posts/default/2215742082789311193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com/2008/10/actual-situation.html' title='The Actual Situation'/><author><name>Miss Nobody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SEJAVlgndFI/AAAAAAAAAgA/80hANUop8ks/S220/DSC015651123.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233111503506437540.post-4396075615215201901</id><published>2008-09-28T17:46:00.021+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T12:33:59.355+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>10 things I did these two days.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SN9VEUUBrAI/AAAAAAAAAtM/uYaAQ-ObkO4/s1600-h/DSC02044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SN9VEUUBrAI/AAAAAAAAAtM/uYaAQ-ObkO4/s320/DSC02044.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251009223197830146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Travelling with brother on a car and pushing each other for place to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SN9UrUXg9wI/AAAAAAAAAtE/RGHHl3C1P7Y/s1600-h/DSC02073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SN9UrUXg9wI/AAAAAAAAAtE/RGHHl3C1P7Y/s320/DSC02073.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251008793715734274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Taking picture with a Hiao Flower. WHAT?! The flower just INSIST on taking a photo with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SN9WpSoEk2I/AAAAAAAAAtU/Sld8YhVTAwg/s1600-h/DSC02109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SN9WpSoEk2I/AAAAAAAAAtU/Sld8YhVTAwg/s320/DSC02109.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251010957911823202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Waste half and hour going in to the tea garden or tea field or whatever you call it, spend 10 minutes enjoying the view and didn't make it to the factory as dad was too hungry. ZZZZZZZ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SN9XeLTXlhI/AAAAAAAAAtc/-dkmrG1Zdxo/s1600-h/DSC02152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SN9XeLTXlhI/AAAAAAAAAtc/-dkmrG1Zdxo/s320/DSC02152.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251011866479007250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SN9h5KKgl1I/AAAAAAAAAu0/c0_yMXL1Wb0/s1600-h/DSC02168.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SN9h5KKgl1I/AAAAAAAAAu0/c0_yMXL1Wb0/s320/DSC02168.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251023325146158930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SN9hJnHJEGI/AAAAAAAAAus/1nZRdhqcbf0/s1600-h/DSC02054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SN9hJnHJEGI/AAAAAAAAAus/1nZRdhqcbf0/s320/DSC02054.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251022508282941538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take loads of photo with flowers. You never separate flowers with girls okay. Only Dad started engine and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;then&lt;/span&gt; I ran towards the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SN9YqfwEvCI/AAAAAAAAAtk/59kYtUuHiQk/s1600-h/DSC02157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SN9YqfwEvCI/AAAAAAAAAtk/59kYtUuHiQk/s320/DSC02157.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251013177638173730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SN9alH_pGmI/AAAAAAAAAts/V87dNjc0AHI/s1600-h/DSC02158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SN9alH_pGmI/AAAAAAAAAts/V87dNjc0AHI/s320/DSC02158.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251015284384930402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ate Strawberries with Cream. MMMMMM~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SN9c49BGOlI/AAAAAAAAAuE/25TN_7NqBhw/s1600-h/DSC02201.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SN9c49BGOlI/AAAAAAAAAuE/25TN_7NqBhw/s320/DSC02201.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251017824058882642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pretend to inhale fresh air in Cameron Highlands. But I can't, because I was having a serious nose block. DUHHHH~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this is the MOST STEWPID INCIDENT HAPPENNED. I have the most stewpid bro who take lame pictures. LAME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SN9b_6fJUrI/AAAAAAAAAt8/YtqXgYjC2KA/s1600-h/DSC02186.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SN9b_6fJUrI/AAAAAAAAAt8/YtqXgYjC2KA/s320/DSC02186.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251016844127064754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We were practising taking 'jumping photos' and AS YOU ALL SEE I SUCESSFULLY DID CAPTURED them. Guess what my little brother did....when he was taking the camera...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SN9dVHsmaCI/AAAAAAAAAuU/QrWzH9chZko/s1600-h/DSC02180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SN9dVHsmaCI/AAAAAAAAAuU/QrWzH9chZko/s320/DSC02180.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251018307962038306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SN9dfyii-YI/AAAAAAAAAuc/acamfyWpnaQ/s1600-h/DSC02179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SN9dfyii-YI/AAAAAAAAAuc/acamfyWpnaQ/s320/DSC02179.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251018491261286786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;IT LOOKS LIKE I WAS DANCING AGOGO. =.= Laugh lar WHO GONNA LAUGH?!!!! Grrr...&lt;br /&gt;!@#$%^&amp;amp;*(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SN9dA9hoapI/AAAAAAAAAuM/p1wtlptJf9o/s1600-h/DSC02216.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SN9dA9hoapI/AAAAAAAAAuM/p1wtlptJf9o/s320/DSC02216.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251017961634294418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Visited the Church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SN9gCzCFUWI/AAAAAAAAAuk/zH5S7ACSk0c/s1600-h/DSC02211.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SN9gCzCFUWI/AAAAAAAAAuk/zH5S7ACSk0c/s320/DSC02211.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251021291712237922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Camwhored like hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Typing this at cousin's house. =.=  Okay got to post this because its damn embarrassing blogging infront of cousins.&lt;br /&gt;T________________T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, got a SAMAN in Ipoh.  Stewpid Damn efficient Majlis Bandar Raya Ipoh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2233111503506437540-4396075615215201901?l=wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com/feeds/4396075615215201901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233111503506437540&amp;postID=4396075615215201901&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233111503506437540/posts/default/4396075615215201901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233111503506437540/posts/default/4396075615215201901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com/2008/09/10-things-i-did-these-two-days.html' title='10 things I did these two days.'/><author><name>Miss Nobody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SEJAVlgndFI/AAAAAAAAAgA/80hANUop8ks/S220/DSC015651123.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SN9VEUUBrAI/AAAAAAAAAtM/uYaAQ-ObkO4/s72-c/DSC02044.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233111503506437540.post-3059339037649393144</id><published>2008-09-25T11:13:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T11:37:32.140+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>I look so Pretty! I mean...they look so pretty</title><content type='html'>Hello I am now blogging with a very dizzy brain and may talk nonsense from now on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warning: Photos may just cause you to puke &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway let me show you a bunch of aliens...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SNsDNxK0hTI/AAAAAAAAAsc/N1ipVMOIO9I/s1600-h/1-333633086l-jpg-and-Ayumi-Hamasaki.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SNsDNxK0hTI/AAAAAAAAAsc/N1ipVMOIO9I/s320/1-333633086l-jpg-and-Ayumi-Hamasaki.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249793325702350130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I swear I put 75% of me only can see my face with Ayumi Hamasaki.&lt;br /&gt;But my mom say VERY CACAT! Where got people say her daughter cacat 1!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SNsDXT_JlYI/AAAAAAAAAsk/N8k9znAn-4c/s1600-h/1-333633086l-jpg-and-Ashley-Olsen.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SNsDXT_JlYI/AAAAAAAAAsk/N8k9znAn-4c/s320/1-333633086l-jpg-and-Ashley-Olsen.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249793489667462530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ooohhh so pretty I am so pretty. Sorry actually is Mary Kate Olsen being pretty. I swear she looks skinnier in the real photo, and  I made her fatter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SNsDg1vznWI/AAAAAAAAAss/Nj7ROSpHM_8/s1600-h/1-333633086l-jpg-and-Kristin-Kreuk.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SNsDg1vznWI/AAAAAAAAAss/Nj7ROSpHM_8/s320/1-333633086l-jpg-and-Kristin-Kreuk.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249793653348736354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I think all Smallville fans will just kill me. Their idol had just become cacat because of me.&lt;br /&gt;Kritian Kreuk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Now this is the time where you see really pretty people...Guess who this is!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SNsDt9t6PoI/AAAAAAAAAs0/2xQZBJiYjJY/s1600-h/mw-jpg-and-Ayumi-Hamasaki.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SNsDt9t6PoI/AAAAAAAAAs0/2xQZBJiYjJY/s320/mw-jpg-and-Ayumi-Hamasaki.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249793878826565250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;God is so unfair! This is only 50% of Mean Wei and Ayumi Hamasaki!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SNsD-Aypg4I/AAAAAAAAAs8/UP-yIOpmm4I/s1600-h/mw-jpg-and-Zhang-Ziyi.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SNsD-Aypg4I/AAAAAAAAAs8/UP-yIOpmm4I/s320/mw-jpg-and-Zhang-Ziyi.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249794154529653634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Zhang Zi Yi and Mean Wei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But both of us sucks when combine with Shu Qi. &lt;s&gt;Because that pic of Shu Qi sucks&lt;/s&gt; Because her features are just very hard to combine with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not going to give you all the website! After you all become prettier HOW? How!?&lt;br /&gt;Okay lar I am so dumb the pictures there already wrote the web.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haih Not fair one, why people's feature so pretty. Haih. Nevermind I will just blame that that picture of mine is ugly.Bye got to go and drink one more bottle of water. *hachooo*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2233111503506437540-3059339037649393144?l=wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com/feeds/3059339037649393144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233111503506437540&amp;postID=3059339037649393144&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233111503506437540/posts/default/3059339037649393144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233111503506437540/posts/default/3059339037649393144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-look-so-pretty-i-meanthey-look-so.html' title='I look so Pretty! I mean...they look so pretty'/><author><name>Miss Nobody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SEJAVlgndFI/AAAAAAAAAgA/80hANUop8ks/S220/DSC015651123.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SNsDNxK0hTI/AAAAAAAAAsc/N1ipVMOIO9I/s72-c/1-333633086l-jpg-and-Ayumi-Hamasaki.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233111503506437540.post-5169046874394302482</id><published>2008-09-23T14:21:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T23:04:29.204+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tags'/><title type='text'>The Longest Tag Ever</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Got another tag by Yi Qing. DUH. Will do it later after this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tagged by Steven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Starting time&lt;/span&gt;: 14.21&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Name&lt;/span&gt;: Grace Tan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sisters&lt;/span&gt;: Thank God I don't have any..then I have to share clothes, share bedroom, share this share that, share &lt;s&gt;boyfriend &lt;/s&gt; share everything HOW?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Brothers&lt;/span&gt;: I want lelong the one at my home, I want a big endao brother can ah?&lt;br /&gt;[Okay just joking, Simon you are not going anywhere]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shoe size&lt;/span&gt;: 4 or 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Height&lt;/span&gt;: 1560mm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Where do you live&lt;/span&gt;: Sungai Petani. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Favourite drink&lt;/span&gt;s: I don't have one but I always drink Air Limau Panas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Favourite breakfas&lt;/span&gt;t: Western Food. *slurps* Actually I like beef bacon ham...Shut up I know its bad for health.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Have you ever Been on a plane&lt;/span&gt;: Yup, I have been on Malaysia Airlines, and mistaken the ''boy'' ''girl'' symbol button beside your chair is ''Asking Your Gender" Button, and found out actually it was " Call Air Steward/Air Stewardess" Button. =.=&lt;br /&gt;Swam in the ocean: I...don't think so. But I plan to. Trip to Redang, anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fallen asleep at school&lt;/span&gt;: Yup, but that is only when teacher is not ..really teaching.&lt;br /&gt;Broken some one's heart: .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fell off your chair&lt;/span&gt;: Anything Embarrassing is in my dictionary Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;Saved e-mails: Never. I know I know..I am such a....*shake heads*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What is your room like&lt;/span&gt;: Very Tidy, Neat Beautifully decorated...YOUR HEAD! Messy when exams,......still messy when..but I always tidy it during weekends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What's right beside you&lt;/span&gt;: Mouse. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What is the last thing you ate&lt;/span&gt;: Sai Gau's Roast Pork. *yum yum*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:large;" class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Ever Had&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chicken pox&lt;/span&gt;: I GOT MYSELF VACCINATED but guess what I still got it when I was Form 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sore throat&lt;/span&gt;: Is this even a question!? Duh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stitches&lt;/span&gt;: *touch wood*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Broken nose&lt;/span&gt;: *touch wood*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you Believe in love at first sight: No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Like picnics&lt;/span&gt;: Never actually experienced 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who was/were the last person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You danced with&lt;/span&gt;: You mean like those crazy people shaking when the musics on? Ya Always do it with my bro. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Last made you smile&lt;/span&gt;: ....I forgot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Today did you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Talk to someone you like&lt;/span&gt;: Define LIKE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kissed anyone&lt;/span&gt;: I am gonna sue you for ....err.. *just shut up*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Get sick&lt;/span&gt;: *touch wood*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Talk to an ex&lt;/span&gt;: Never had 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Miss someone&lt;/span&gt;: ...Maybe. * Hoi don't think about senget stuff* I am talking about my Grandma. Okay Grandad you too. Oh sorry Gong Gong I miss you too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eat&lt;/span&gt;: IS THIS EVEN A QUESTION?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Best feeling in the world&lt;/span&gt;: World Peace, Malaysia Peace [Answering like what the Miss Universe always say *waving hands*]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you sleep with stuffed animals&lt;/span&gt;: *roll eyes* I think there was one lying beside me. I didn't sleep with them! They..just lie there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What's under your bed&lt;/span&gt;: Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who do you really hate&lt;/span&gt;: Currently? Just read the newspaper you'll know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What time is it now&lt;/span&gt;: 14.46&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:large;" class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Random&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Is there a person who is on your mind now&lt;/span&gt;: Zhou Gong...*yawns*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you have any siblings&lt;/span&gt;: I thought I just told you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you want children&lt;/span&gt;: =.= Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you smile often&lt;/span&gt;: Laugh like crazy people Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you like your hand-writing&lt;/span&gt;: Nowadays, yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Are your toe nails painted&lt;/span&gt;: *Money?*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Whose bed other than yours would you rather sleep i&lt;/span&gt;n: My bro's. That's my old bed btw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What color shirt are you wearing now&lt;/span&gt;: White&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What were you doing at 7:00 p.m. yesterday&lt;/span&gt;:Studying biology. Shut up don't remind me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When did you cry last&lt;/span&gt;: Nearly when see Theresa Kok's dad teary for her arrest. Sorry got VERY teary lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you have any pets&lt;/span&gt;: Had a fish, got killed by dad accidentally. Got a hamster, drowned by bro accidentally. Got a turtle....I think it went to the longkang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Where is the person you have feelings for right now&lt;/span&gt;: IS THIS A...TAG or what???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Did you hold hands with the person who means anything to you now&lt;/span&gt;: No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What are you doing right now&lt;/span&gt;: Ya and currently you are reading stupid stuff that I write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Have you ever crawled through a window&lt;/span&gt;: Jump over the gate and got my shirt torned. YES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Can you handle the truth&lt;/span&gt;: I will tell you YES, but when you tell me you will hear screaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Are you closer to your mother or father&lt;/span&gt;: Mom, despite the yelling banging and angry moments? Yea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you eat healthy&lt;/span&gt;: Have a nagging Mom who ask you to eat healthy. Yea~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you still have pictures of you &amp;amp; your ex&lt;/span&gt;: What ex?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Have you ever cried because of something someone said to you&lt;/span&gt;: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Are you loud or quiet most of the time&lt;/span&gt;: This is not even a question. =.=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5 things I was doing 10 years ago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Blaming my parents for not loving me enough.&lt;br /&gt;2. Spending time with my childhood friends @ neighbors.&lt;br /&gt;3. The-very-ugly-looking-hair-she-is-so-noisy-girl&lt;br /&gt;4. Been overseas for a year. =.=&lt;br /&gt;5. Hating Chinese School because oh I am a very unappealing girl oh I hate canes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*deleted all others because it is so long FUHHHHHH*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I shall tag the next 5 victims in order to continue this vicious cycle:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tun Mahathir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* What you don't want to know what he writes other than politics meh?*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay okay, I tag&lt;br /&gt;Yi Qing&lt;br /&gt;Ke Tee&lt;br /&gt;Yan Chuan&lt;br /&gt;Sin Hui&lt;br /&gt;Who else... All Ibrahim Kaki's&lt;br /&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/2233111503506437540-5169046874394302482?l=wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com/feeds/5169046874394302482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233111503506437540&amp;postID=5169046874394302482&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233111503506437540/posts/default/5169046874394302482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233111503506437540/posts/default/5169046874394302482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com/2008/09/longest-tag-ever.html' title='The Longest Tag Ever'/><author><name>Miss Nobody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SEJAVlgndFI/AAAAAAAAAgA/80hANUop8ks/S220/DSC015651123.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233111503506437540.post-4381698931419383750</id><published>2008-08-21T08:54:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T10:03:28.803+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>Taking A Break</title><content type='html'>Shouldn't be saying A Break, because I take multiple breaks. Shuddup I know I shouldn't be blogging too much, and I said I won't blog that frequent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am just posting photos okay..as Ai Vern is leaving this Sunday to Canada. She is going to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;University of British Columbia&lt;/span&gt;!!!!! World Ranking ....[ I am not sure] While I am still in Malaysia studying for uncertainties...... { I am not jealous I am not jealous....WTH..okay fine I am jealous}&lt;br /&gt;Which country wants me!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we had like a small gathering at Summer Pearl....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SKy-CnULmiI/AAAAAAAAApY/HD4mXbxHew8/s1600-h/DSC01897.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SKy-CnULmiI/AAAAAAAAApY/HD4mXbxHew8/s320/DSC01897.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236769418847689250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Damn Jealous they all wear couple clothes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SKy_ZhUUjvI/AAAAAAAAAqA/kJ3-C9-0flY/s1600-h/DSC01901.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SKy_ZhUUjvI/AAAAAAAAAqA/kJ3-C9-0flY/s320/DSC01901.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236770911886282482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lala and...Po [Characters from the Teletubbies] Aiya you called them to sing the song and do the actions, priceless!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SKy-WmUYHlI/AAAAAAAAApo/jn1HYGdeWu4/s1600-h/DSC01902.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SKy-WmUYHlI/AAAAAAAAApo/jn1HYGdeWu4/s320/DSC01902.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236769762177457746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;See she is like non very keen in taking photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SKy-gZuXlaI/AAAAAAAAApw/1pfXFgYXIPo/s1600-h/DSC01903.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SKy-gZuXlaI/AAAAAAAAApw/1pfXFgYXIPo/s320/DSC01903.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236769930595505570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, I ask for another one. Yalar I am damn biased 1, I put two pics of me, who cares,this is my blog right! Act like bersopan santun, but when I laugh apa imej pun hilang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SKy-oPULmWI/AAAAAAAAAp4/e6x_NfXvxaY/s1600-h/DSC01904.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SKy-oPULmWI/AAAAAAAAAp4/e6x_NfXvxaY/s320/DSC01904.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236770065240267106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In case you all don't recognize this ......he is Shi Jia. Sigh the Wushu Wushu and Mushu Mushu kind. This photo like &lt;s&gt;couple&lt;/s&gt; brother and sister kind of photo only. Damn biased lor this Aivern, laugh only at this pic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Sigh, Bye Ai Vern. I know you will just be fine there.  Won't be worrying for you anyway, HAH, [perasaan lebih punya orang =.=''' ]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2233111503506437540-4381698931419383750?l=wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com/feeds/4381698931419383750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233111503506437540&amp;postID=4381698931419383750&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233111503506437540/posts/default/4381698931419383750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233111503506437540/posts/default/4381698931419383750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com/2008/08/taking-break.html' title='Taking A Break'/><author><name>Miss Nobody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SEJAVlgndFI/AAAAAAAAAgA/80hANUop8ks/S220/DSC015651123.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SKy-CnULmiI/AAAAAAAAApY/HD4mXbxHew8/s72-c/DSC01897.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233111503506437540.post-3341076030708544385</id><published>2008-08-19T13:32:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T10:16:49.915+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Stuff'/><title type='text'>Assorted Stuff</title><content type='html'>Sigh My Dad is currently sick and my Mom just went to KL. I can only give him pills and loads of water and let him sleep only, and buy him porridge. Sigh he got meeting some more, what is this this is suppose to be HIS holiday okay?     How aa should I cook? What if I cooked and he become worst? =.=''' I am not bad in cooking just that....I think my dad don't want me to cook. Scared I poison him, zzz.     I decided not to think too much about what people feel and think about me! I mean....you know.... I mean who cares what I say and wear right?      Even some stupid girl also can buy....this...                                          &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SKpcPjdkbdI/AAAAAAAAApI/KsOWfhmarUo/s1600-h/DSC01895.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SKpcPjdkbdI/AAAAAAAAApI/KsOWfhmarUo/s320/DSC01895.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236098939058679250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; for RM20 ahem. She must be out of her mind thinking that she is some abroad countries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SKpdLcE-fzI/AAAAAAAAApQ/KqaeZ7_5YMU/s1600-h/DSC018891.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SKpdLcE-fzI/AAAAAAAAApQ/KqaeZ7_5YMU/s320/DSC018891.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236099967868632882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even camwhored with it. Like going to ride horse.MEHHHHH~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Lesson: Think before you &lt;s&gt;buy&lt;/s&gt; act.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Would not update too often after this and should Pay More attention on what is Acetylcholine and the structure of polyisopren&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;. DUH and Maths =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/P/S: Oi don't seriously say bad things about the boots okay? It will get hurt also, sob sob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2233111503506437540-3341076030708544385?l=wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com/feeds/3341076030708544385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233111503506437540&amp;postID=3341076030708544385&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233111503506437540/posts/default/3341076030708544385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233111503506437540/posts/default/3341076030708544385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com/2008/08/assorted-stuff.html' title='Assorted Stuff'/><author><name>Miss Nobody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SEJAVlgndFI/AAAAAAAAAgA/80hANUop8ks/S220/DSC015651123.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SKpcPjdkbdI/AAAAAAAAApI/KsOWfhmarUo/s72-c/DSC01895.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233111503506437540.post-7907647639049637003</id><published>2008-08-17T21:52:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T18:33:31.547+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>This is a sulky entry</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Ya Malaysia just lost to China because Lin Dan was on drug, just joking okay.HAHA too geng and strong, and Lee Chong Wei is just under pressure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh Sigh Sigh Who cares right I still support You,Chong Wei! Don't feel guilty for not getting the Gold!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should stop acting like a big time sulker. I should think positively, Grace HAPPY THOUGHTS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya I just bought straight cut jeans for cheap price and I had a lovely day, but it ends when.....(STOP THINKING ABOUT THAT).Must accept defeat sobsobsob.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2233111503506437540-7907647639049637003?l=wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com/feeds/7907647639049637003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233111503506437540&amp;postID=7907647639049637003&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233111503506437540/posts/default/7907647639049637003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233111503506437540/posts/default/7907647639049637003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com/2008/08/this-is-sulky-entry.html' title='This is a sulky entry'/><author><name>Miss Nobody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SEJAVlgndFI/AAAAAAAAAgA/80hANUop8ks/S220/DSC015651123.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233111503506437540.post-7665133747988183389</id><published>2008-08-16T22:28:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T10:15:33.702+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>Happy Hungry Ghost Festival</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sorry If I scared all of you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SKbkQ5tzE7I/AAAAAAAAApA/QJuepxTRxHk/s1600-h/DSC01877z.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SKbkQ5tzE7I/AAAAAAAAApA/QJuepxTRxHk/s320/DSC01877z.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235122595886732210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lin Dan.....&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;GIVE Lee Chong Wei of Malaysia the GOLD Medal&lt;/span&gt;...take the silver medal and leave..&lt;br /&gt;or I haunt you.......hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Who cares China have 1.3 billion of people (sources from Yap), Malaysia have 20 million people supporting for Lee Chong Wei tomorrow, GO GO GOLD GOLD GOLD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malaysia for ONCE you have this opportunity to prove that we can be no1 for once! Who gonna support Lin Dan tomorrow will be my enemy for one day, wth. Everybody tomorrow prepare your throats and support Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not like I can get any money from them anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2233111503506437540-7665133747988183389?l=wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com/feeds/7665133747988183389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233111503506437540&amp;postID=7665133747988183389&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233111503506437540/posts/default/7665133747988183389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233111503506437540/posts/default/7665133747988183389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com/2008/08/happy-hungry-ghost-festival.html' title='Happy Hungry Ghost Festival'/><author><name>Miss Nobody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SEJAVlgndFI/AAAAAAAAAgA/80hANUop8ks/S220/DSC015651123.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SKbkQ5tzE7I/AAAAAAAAApA/QJuepxTRxHk/s72-c/DSC01877z.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233111503506437540.post-4662853368577491367</id><published>2008-08-09T22:29:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T22:46:43.214+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Just my two cents</title><content type='html'>No matter how advanced the technology now in this world, no matter how many thousands of ways to connect to any people in any different continents, no matter how fast your connection or how massive the communication is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still think nowadays people are getting further away from each other even though they are just beside us.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it is just like walking in a a world of strangers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They walk with their MP3's, their handphone, just because...maybe it is the fear of being alone. L Or being seen alone. Or maybe it is because of the lack of security?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many times we walk on the roads, go to the supermarket, sometimes it is because this is becoming a more dangerous world, we are scared to even smile, chat and say our Hi's and Bye's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What had this world become? zzzzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry talking nonsense...&lt;br /&gt;Maths sucks maths sucks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2233111503506437540-4662853368577491367?l=wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com/feeds/4662853368577491367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233111503506437540&amp;postID=4662853368577491367&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233111503506437540/posts/default/4662853368577491367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233111503506437540/posts/default/4662853368577491367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com/2008/08/just-my-two-cents.html' title='Just my two cents'/><author><name>Miss Nobody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SEJAVlgndFI/AAAAAAAAAgA/80hANUop8ks/S220/DSC015651123.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233111503506437540.post-8411610695552138297</id><published>2008-07-26T20:09:00.022+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T10:15:09.414+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>Churches and Me</title><content type='html'>I am so full now. Just now I don't know what is wrong with me go and order dishes that are not suitable for my portion and stuffed myself up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankly my stomach now is so full I feel so bad. *burp*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently connection sucks why is this DUH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay today I have nothing to write but I want to introduce one of my favorite churches in Malaysia -- Saint Anne Church.Hope you all don't mind. Sorry, I am very bias one, when see a beautiful church with good choir then I will like that church already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saint Anne Church is very famous for its...errr...miracles and it is situated in Bukit Mertajam. During its feast days, it will be fulled of people even from different religion. Seriously, I am not kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And let me tell you last time I don't like the feeling of the old church because usually there have loads of beggars and they looked like want to snatch my pennies from me when I was small. Mom used to give me 50 cents to give the beggars, and I am a very selfish girl I hope that I don't need to give them and I have the chance to buy ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, from small already so selfish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, let me tell you the history of this church, I think it is now 111 years old, and you know my mom went there to pray for me, so currently I am born because of this church *rolling eyes*&lt;br /&gt;Still not gratitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh, and do you know that the new church is designed by one of our Priest? He is so talented and the architecture is so good! He planned all that and it looks so classy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SIse1d7tn8I/AAAAAAAAAm0/zdXWUHuvsFg/s1600-h/DSC01784.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SIse1d7tn8I/AAAAAAAAAm0/zdXWUHuvsFg/s320/DSC01784.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227305696410574786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Interior of the Old Church&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SIsXJo5O2xI/AAAAAAAAAlM/Yl9mhvOxjy8/s1600-h/DSC01793.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SIsXJo5O2xI/AAAAAAAAAlM/Yl9mhvOxjy8/s320/DSC01793.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227297246857321234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Far View of the Old Church&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SIsXqT5PymI/AAAAAAAAAlc/cfwwGNIG6v4/s1600-h/DSC01790.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SIsXqT5PymI/AAAAAAAAAlc/cfwwGNIG6v4/s320/DSC01790.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227297808155920994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes that is my Brother  emo-ing in front of  &lt;s&gt;My&lt;/s&gt;  Saint Anne Church&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SIsYoT6cseI/AAAAAAAAAls/7PT0IG8e1TE/s1600-h/DSC01791.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SIsYoT6cseI/AAAAAAAAAls/7PT0IG8e1TE/s320/DSC01791.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227298873312850402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the Saint Anne Steps......and..my Foot steps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SIsadLyzBBI/AAAAAAAAAmE/_qF4ABPFdsg/s1600-h/DSC01798.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SIsadLyzBBI/AAAAAAAAAmE/_qF4ABPFdsg/s320/DSC01798.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227300881177969682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SIsckq1CbiI/AAAAAAAAAmc/W60gzxaqfDs/s1600-h/DSC01809.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SIsckq1CbiI/AAAAAAAAAmc/W60gzxaqfDs/s320/DSC01809.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227303208791207458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From left:&lt;br /&gt;Awww...my mom and dad with the view of New Saint Anne Church&lt;br /&gt;The Dataran &lt;s&gt; Merdeka &lt;/s&gt; Saint Anne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SIsdq9ixMII/AAAAAAAAAms/F6eU5nBLbKU/s1600-h/DSC01799.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 290px; height: 386px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SIsdq9ixMII/AAAAAAAAAms/F6eU5nBLbKU/s320/DSC01799.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227304416405696642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SIsb4Cz0vjI/AAAAAAAAAmU/ovTvDNq2OgM/s1600-h/DSC01810.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 373px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SIsb4Cz0vjI/AAAAAAAAAmU/ovTvDNq2OgM/s320/DSC01810.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227302442134453810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Right picture is the place where we get holy water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last picture of the day.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SIsfju7SPEI/AAAAAAAAAm8/hssBcf_ng3E/s1600-h/DSC01805.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SIsfju7SPEI/AAAAAAAAAm8/hssBcf_ng3E/s320/DSC01805.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227306491246165058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the choir rocks there. It kinda reminds me the happiness of singing in the choir. But sorry nowadays I sing abit out of tune already. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is just for sharing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to go, Maths homework waiting for me. Sigh DO YOU KNOW how unfair sometimes. But that will be another post anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Notes are SUPPOSE to be Given back. Thank You Veli Muchhiieeee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2233111503506437540-8411610695552138297?l=wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com/feeds/8411610695552138297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233111503506437540&amp;postID=8411610695552138297&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233111503506437540/posts/default/8411610695552138297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233111503506437540/posts/default/8411610695552138297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com/2008/07/churches-and-me.html' title='Churches and Me'/><author><name>Miss Nobody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SEJAVlgndFI/AAAAAAAAAgA/80hANUop8ks/S220/DSC015651123.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SIse1d7tn8I/AAAAAAAAAm0/zdXWUHuvsFg/s72-c/DSC01784.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233111503506437540.post-6120397724776963471</id><published>2008-07-21T20:21:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T10:06:30.408+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'>All because....</title><content type='html'>Do you know that I have like....*counting* 1...2...3.......8  drafts in my blog post that I didn't post up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, my blog had already lost its actual meaning.&lt;br /&gt;And no I can't think of anything funny or great to share. Of course now if I have more time I would choose to sleep and not to think what to write in my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So of course these few weeks had been a very ...pressure....very..angry...very...&lt;s&gt;(sad)&lt;/s&gt;  I hate to use sad lar why I feel like a loser by saying I am sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I am going to be brave to write this down. And that is IF I don't save this as a draft.&lt;br /&gt;*Gasping air*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Because I got &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;flamed&lt;/span&gt; for being a normal KehPoh a.k.a busy body. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never mind, because I am now being famous for being dramatic  now [thanks to Shu Shen, Sin Hui and Mean Wei *ahem, Do you know I was grinning like an idiot in toilet because Shu Shen imitates our Maths teacher pose with the flip of her hair] So damn funny next time I am going to film a video.&lt;br /&gt;Ohh, sorry got a bit carried away. About the flamed issue. Its okay. I am a busybody. That's it. End of story. Ngehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Because Friends are unhappy/ pressured and.....you feel bad about it too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waa, do I sound like I am an angel-like people. Do I do I? Waa nowadays so many angel like people now I can't differentiate which is which.&lt;br /&gt;This is real okay, I am not bluffing or acting that I am a saint but you do feel some pain too when your friends are in trouble.&lt;br /&gt;I am not saying that I can feel everything he/she feel, but you will try. [Those who don't, damn you, try lar!]&lt;br /&gt;Then, my friends is all so godly like, they can handle their problems really well, they don't speak up. *hinting and giving pressure to dear friends*&lt;br /&gt;You do sometimes feel that you are aimless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That reminds me of something I read today..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;" Everybody wants to save the Earth, nobody wants to help Mum with the dishes"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;by P J O' Rouke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is so true. Everybody wants to do big noble good deed to let people see and to show, but nobody actually remembers the small petty stuff that lightens people day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Because nobody seems to understand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waa Grace you so funny, you didn't tell people how are they suppose to understand. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Because of bad luck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad luck is always a good excuse for me.&lt;br /&gt;Mood not good. Blame the luck.&lt;br /&gt;Got spilled by gravy,stain my uniform for nothing and NOT GETTING AN APOLOGY. Blame the luck.&lt;br /&gt;People pissed me off by characterizing themselves as a shadow. Blame the luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suay. [Bad luck]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feng Shui bo good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't pray hard enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So good in giving excuse that I can filed it into a book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Because I am angry with myself. I lost control easily, and sometimes my envious disgust me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a mortal. Negative feelings are normal I suppose. And I just don't stand people who are so...&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;its all about the attitude.&lt;/span&gt; Not how smart you are. Nor how highly people think of you.Nor how many attention you get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh, but I always doing something stupid to get attention also. Like making funny faces rolling eyes and smacking Shu Shen.&lt;br /&gt;But I do care about smartness, ahahaha say people didn't look at my own self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This reminds me of a verse like &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;当你用放大镜看别人时，先用显微镜看自己"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"When you want to observe people using a magnifying glass, please you a microscope to observe yourself first"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Think about it will you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2233111503506437540-6120397724776963471?l=wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com/feeds/6120397724776963471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233111503506437540&amp;postID=6120397724776963471&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233111503506437540/posts/default/6120397724776963471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233111503506437540/posts/default/6120397724776963471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com/2008/07/because.html' title='All because....'/><author><name>Miss Nobody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SEJAVlgndFI/AAAAAAAAAgA/80hANUop8ks/S220/DSC015651123.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233111503506437540.post-3350088150192548458</id><published>2008-07-15T20:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T20:25:34.222+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.</title><content type='html'>If you want to know what is my current mood, I will say I am okay but actually I am angry, confused and feeling stupid.&lt;br /&gt;Dumb ass if I want to be rude.&lt;br /&gt;I feel pushed out from all circles, sitting alone by myself like I was in the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is wrong with all of them? Coming into my life and going out like there is nobody's business. Just because I look like I don't care doesn't mean you can do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though some cases I really did things wrongly, and yes I let my ego controlled, and so what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, no point writing something emo. But who cares this is my blog and who say blogs can never be honest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2233111503506437540-3350088150192548458?l=wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233111503506437540/posts/default/3350088150192548458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233111503506437540/posts/default/3350088150192548458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-post.html' title='.'/><author><name>Miss Nobody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SEJAVlgndFI/AAAAAAAAAgA/80hANUop8ks/S220/DSC015651123.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233111503506437540.post-3343537839322825723</id><published>2008-07-12T00:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T12:33:05.420+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'>The Most Embarrasing Moment</title><content type='html'>Aih I don't really think I have the Most Embarrassing Moment.Because I have loads I think can become a book already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few days later I was as my usual self that likes to go test this test that, especially bangles rings in the Thai Fair.&lt;br /&gt;WHAT? If you can't buy, just test lar because it is free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.lakewoodconferences.com/direct/dbimage/50246807/Wooden_Bangles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 245px; height: 245px;" src="http://www.lakewoodconferences.com/direct/dbimage/50246807/Wooden_Bangles.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kinda small it is suppose to fit your wrist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And ohh, I think my arms are quite skinny, and I can wear untill my arms. I always do that.&lt;br /&gt;But guess what it was stuck at my elbow for like 5 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;That was like the longest 5 minutes ever.&lt;br /&gt;I tried to take it out. FAILED.&lt;br /&gt;Even think of calling my mom which is shopping somewhere...But How to take handphone with 1 hand and the other hand which is stuck???&lt;br /&gt;Tried taking out again. FAILED.&lt;br /&gt;Fake smile to the seller, " Ohh....wao nice bangles!" continue to try taking out the bangle, look away look away.....&lt;br /&gt;Ouch, Ouch OUCH! Why isn't it coming out yet.&lt;br /&gt;"Excuse me, can you please help me...." Nobody CARED, siao char po why her hand like this one..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think after 5 minutes struggling I FINALLY thank god take out that bangle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuhan, Saya sudah insaf akan sifat kedekut ini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quickly run away because my hand is all redden, faster look away I am very busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why all friends tell me there is no use to be patriotic, just go other countries, with the unstable politic now in Malaysia, there is like no future ahead.&lt;br /&gt;Aih, why people say there is no justice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always believe Malaysia is a good country, I always believe there is always some brave people that will stand out for justice.&lt;br /&gt;But I don't know now, sometimes I really think believe is a useless thing also.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2233111503506437540-3343537839322825723?l=wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com/feeds/3343537839322825723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233111503506437540&amp;postID=3343537839322825723&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233111503506437540/posts/default/3343537839322825723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233111503506437540/posts/default/3343537839322825723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com/2008/07/most-embarrasing-moment.html' title='The Most Embarrasing Moment'/><author><name>Miss Nobody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SEJAVlgndFI/AAAAAAAAAgA/80hANUop8ks/S220/DSC015651123.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233111503506437540.post-4170280004272007090</id><published>2008-07-06T21:09:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T10:17:06.213+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>Reflection of June and the beginning of July</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;June was actually a month full of mixed feelings. You just feel like you are eating rojak, sometimes you will eat a sweet pineapple, but sometimes you ate the sour mango but sometimes it is kind of tasteless like the cucumber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But thank god there is always the crunchy peanut and sauce that will make rojak a tasteful dish. In this case, my family is one nice tasty sauce that binds all fruits together and go along this stupid journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a kind of emotional month I would have to say. If you think I just act emo, I am sorry that you just don't understand. I had indeed undergo a month that needs maturity and strength.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hah, this is what I have learned last month, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;People may not be wrong, It is just that we don't understand because we are not in other's shoes. &lt;/span&gt;I am always a judgmental person, who judge people for looks, brains, thoughts, and sometimes I just don't like what I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;suppose&lt;/span&gt; to hate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Its just a matter of perspective. &lt;/span&gt;And I should always remind myself that I must stand firm on my principle but will have an open minded about everything. SAY ONLY LAR! After you see me gossip or say bad things about people already. ZZzZzZz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SHDMokwY8NI/AAAAAAAAAj0/6SKNBAD2rTk/s1600-h/DSC017301513.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 227px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SHDMokwY8NI/AAAAAAAAAj0/6SKNBAD2rTk/s320/DSC017301513.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219896965555876050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;HAH, matches my header,background and layout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Okay enough about June.&lt;br /&gt;Went to Penang to 'accompany' my dad and mom to the Matta Fair. Now I know what you are thinking, you think I AM RICH ENOUGH to go for another vacation? In MY dreams, sigh, my dad and mom is going for 5th honeymoon or I think how many years anniversary, shuddup they will dump us here in Malaysia. Its okay, its their money, they can go wherever they want (Grace you are such a good liar *screams in heart*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh, there was a lot of free gifts, and of course there is behloon haha. And you never say NO to free things right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SHDIw0avMpI/AAAAAAAAAjs/5Dw10Dxr1fQ/s1600-h/DSC01757.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SHDIw0avMpI/AAAAAAAAAjs/5Dw10Dxr1fQ/s320/DSC01757.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219892709152469650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Of course I &lt;s&gt;nag&lt;/s&gt; persuade my dad to Queesnbay Mall. And you know he give me 30 minutes to shop, ~!@#$%^ Stupid bro. IShhh, But we ate in Dragon-i (forgot how to write already)  for the famous Xiao Long Pau and some side dishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But let me tell you the truth, other than Xiao Long Pau others is &lt;s&gt;not that worth because it is quite expensive okay&lt;/s&gt;  only. The Interior is superb, and tips is the chinese tea is refillable. So haha order min of tea. And order more food. But of course you will hear scream from your wallet. Mind you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SHDH_8-OpsI/AAAAAAAAAjc/vSCCWHGBg0U/s1600-h/DSC01761.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SHDH_8-OpsI/AAAAAAAAAjc/vSCCWHGBg0U/s400/DSC01761.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219891869635225282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the left, clockwise, Xiao Long Pau, closer look of Xiao Long Pau, that is Pau with custard egg yolk filling, and that is red bean paste &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;something &lt;/span&gt;that you eat in wedding dinner&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SHDH009yNYI/AAAAAAAAAjU/vRCMCtRAhO8/s1600-h/DSC017661.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SHDH009yNYI/AAAAAAAAAjU/vRCMCtRAhO8/s400/DSC017661.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219891678507316610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so that is my update for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2233111503506437540-4170280004272007090?l=wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com/feeds/4170280004272007090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233111503506437540&amp;postID=4170280004272007090&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233111503506437540/posts/default/4170280004272007090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233111503506437540/posts/default/4170280004272007090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com/2008/07/reflection-of-june-and-beginning-of.html' title='Reflection of June and the beginning of July'/><author><name>Miss Nobody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SEJAVlgndFI/AAAAAAAAAgA/80hANUop8ks/S220/DSC015651123.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SHDMokwY8NI/AAAAAAAAAj0/6SKNBAD2rTk/s72-c/DSC017301513.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233111503506437540.post-3325541687835192827</id><published>2008-06-27T22:39:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T10:13:14.948+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'>Discrimination of the Left</title><content type='html'>Do you know from small I was kicked to the corner of the table by uncles and aunts because I am a left hander.&lt;br /&gt;Just because my chopsticks will 'fight' with them I will never sit in the middle because it will make the whole table inconvenient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Left handers ain't alien okay&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am like so enthusiastic now! Yan Chuan let me tell you, You will be like ohh so damn excited also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know that tuition centers always have those tables and chairs that stick together and you need to flip the board (table) to sit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats like the worst nightmare for the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;left handers&lt;/span&gt; because the board is at the right side of the chair and we the left handers have to like shift the whole body to the right and have to see the blackboard at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No wonder people say I walk slanting to the right. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And do you know for like 7 years in my secondary life, suffering every time I sit at those tables, always complaining to Yan Chuan (because she is in the same boat with me  "One day I will open one shop that sell tables for left handers, scissors, keyboards ONLY FOR left handers"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today I found out THAT MY TUITION CENTRE HAVE SPECIAL CHAIRS FOR THE LEFT HANDERS. (Yan Chuan where are you sitting, I shift it for you okay?)&lt;br /&gt;Sir today even help me shift it from outside and change my chair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ehh...wait.&lt;br /&gt;Special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Khas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.swh.co.uk/Uploads/gfx/106.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 302px; height: 302px;" src="http://www.swh.co.uk/Uploads/gfx/106.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course everybody &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;looked&lt;/span&gt; at me. Suddenly I feel like I am disabled, and do you know that class have no left handers!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the conclusion today, I am so happy because there is a special table for us left handers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The End.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhh okay the photos.&lt;br /&gt;The so-called-farewell of Yoon Seng and Yi Qing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SGUC7Sq5bJI/AAAAAAAAAgs/vaE3buB5t7A/s1600-h/DSC01669.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SGUC7Sq5bJI/AAAAAAAAAgs/vaE3buB5t7A/s320/DSC01669.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216578961025887378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SGUDGfqBisI/AAAAAAAAAg0/SmZ7bsix-lw/s1600-h/DSC01679.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SGUDGfqBisI/AAAAAAAAAg0/SmZ7bsix-lw/s320/DSC01679.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216579153490447042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SGUDToKPuPI/AAAAAAAAAg8/v5IoN3rngF8/s1600-h/DSC01680.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SGUDToKPuPI/AAAAAAAAAg8/v5IoN3rngF8/s320/DSC01680.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216579379111377138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We all look veli stiff because the boys are giggling away at the opposite directions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SGUGwCxnKAI/AAAAAAAAAhE/TKrX6X-Fweg/s1600-h/DSC01685.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SGUGwCxnKAI/AAAAAAAAAhE/TKrX6X-Fweg/s320/DSC01685.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216583165827033090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;HAHAHA do you know it takes how long to let Yi Qing to this pose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SGUG76KvBbI/AAAAAAAAAhM/gv68NB9hURY/s1600-h/DSC01696.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SGUG76KvBbI/AAAAAAAAAhM/gv68NB9hURY/s320/DSC01696.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216583369674917298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ehh Yoon Seng  not fair you didn't smile  when you take pic with me and SH, is it because Yi Qing is your........&lt;br /&gt;classmate for 10+ year.Okay I get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SGUI8tsoe9I/AAAAAAAAAhc/tMtNTX0eYWU/s1600-h/DSC01693.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SGUI8tsoe9I/AAAAAAAAAhc/tMtNTX0eYWU/s320/DSC01693.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216585582530558930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SGUX-v7mJ9I/AAAAAAAAAhk/JioRq4QmDPU/s1600-h/DSC01699.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SGUX-v7mJ9I/AAAAAAAAAhk/JioRq4QmDPU/s320/DSC01699.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216602110164346834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sigh you see the both of them so stiff..zzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SGUHQFJhRiI/AAAAAAAAAhU/Ul1lRjVekxU/s1600-h/DSC01701.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SGUHQFJhRiI/AAAAAAAAAhU/Ul1lRjVekxU/s320/DSC01701.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216583716219995682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Naa you see lar like us, matching clothes summore.&lt;br /&gt;(Psst, I am trying my best to get free dental appointment after 5 years)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2233111503506437540-3325541687835192827?l=wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com/feeds/3325541687835192827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233111503506437540&amp;postID=3325541687835192827&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233111503506437540/posts/default/3325541687835192827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233111503506437540/posts/default/3325541687835192827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com/2008/06/discrimination-of-left.html' title='Discrimination of the Left'/><author><name>Miss Nobody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SEJAVlgndFI/AAAAAAAAAgA/80hANUop8ks/S220/DSC015651123.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SGUC7Sq5bJI/AAAAAAAAAgs/vaE3buB5t7A/s72-c/DSC01669.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233111503506437540.post-2528282109080303832</id><published>2008-06-23T21:57:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T10:12:48.312+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Stuff'/><title type='text'>Quote of the Day</title><content type='html'>Hello People. My new quote now is ''Hello?!~'' with the roll eyes action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially when people say things like : '' &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Girls should remain childish, because I think they are cuter that way."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yalar, I think that is like the most funniest joke in this decade I have ever heard. But I was too tired to response. This is like the best joke created in history. Bravo Bravo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*ZzZzZ*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously I can't think of anything to update,&lt;br /&gt;Current Mood:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I.Hate.People.That.Don't.Informed. Seriously I do. What you think I am so free to wait for calls izzit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I think I kinda hate rainy days now, a bit as I always get headache after going into the rain. People! Those people who enjoy dancing in the rain is only found in movies and ads, NOT IN REAL LIFE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Please somebody help me get back my routine please?! Hello?~ Everyday I am just so blur now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I think internet is like the best creation EVER when I am terribly bored but its the MOST EVIL thing on Earth when I want to study. *bang bang bang*&lt;br /&gt;People who agree please raise their hands~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SF-x2KXHG_I/AAAAAAAAAgY/cvmcY7FxSRs/s1600-h/DSC01621.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SF-x2KXHG_I/AAAAAAAAAgY/cvmcY7FxSRs/s200/DSC01621.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215082437570665458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;My cousin bro just found my pic funny! [You should NEVER find a girl pose funny! That is not in the vocab dictionary!!]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I hope bad mood+luck+events will go away from my house and family. [Boo~ Grace says boo~]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My bro is like calling my names for NUMEROUS times and walking to and fro hinting me to stay away from the computer, mosquito only.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Everybody PLEASE TELL me how to stay focus and stop wandering around like a ghost, Study hello study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Okay bye. Lame update. Please smack me if I update too often&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SF-x2KXHG_I/AAAAAAAAAgY/cvmcY7FxSRs/s1600-h/DSC01621.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2233111503506437540-2528282109080303832?l=wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com/feeds/2528282109080303832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233111503506437540&amp;postID=2528282109080303832&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233111503506437540/posts/default/2528282109080303832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233111503506437540/posts/default/2528282109080303832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com/2008/06/quote-of-day.html' title='Quote of the Day'/><author><name>Miss Nobody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SEJAVlgndFI/AAAAAAAAAgA/80hANUop8ks/S220/DSC015651123.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SF-x2KXHG_I/AAAAAAAAAgY/cvmcY7FxSRs/s72-c/DSC01621.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233111503506437540.post-1966217161747402071</id><published>2008-06-18T19:43:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T10:39:30.377+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Stuff'/><title type='text'>Happy Thoughts</title><content type='html'>Current Song Listening : Joanna Wang-- Let's start from here&lt;br /&gt;                                                       Eason Chan-- 不如这样 [ I think I annoy 6AS3 singing this song]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously I sucked in writing beautiful emo post. I deleted it again and again and I still can't write my post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No wonder I am so bad in expressing my emotions. [ But my friends say I can go act in drama already, yea now I am currently a joker or an entertainer, maybe a story teller summore]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the deleted post is suppose to write about the lack of expressing emotions,all because of the Eastern culture. I wrote about Westerners praising people in daily lives using " Marvelous! Amazing!" , while the Easterners may just nod in agreement, no praising, but just acceptance of idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"It is not because they don't care, it is just they express it in a different way&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also wrote about why I am always very temperamental , moody because I used to hide sadness, regret behind it.&lt;br /&gt;Do you know why people are angry sometimes? Because they are hurt, they actually are sad, they are just hiding it behind the angerness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But today, I guess I am better in controlling it, I will think of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;happy thoughts&lt;/span&gt; although they won't make me fly just like Peter Pan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will think of sticky kuihs in CNY, kuih kapets, vegetable achar, nyonya kuihs, me learning Hokkien and mistakenly saying fork as a spoon, I will think of these &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;happy thoughts&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, the day with a lot of grief and sadness, I still would like to say I am touched, I am thankful, I will pray for the best of everything, and for everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2233111503506437540-1966217161747402071?l=wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com/feeds/1966217161747402071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233111503506437540&amp;postID=1966217161747402071&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233111503506437540/posts/default/1966217161747402071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233111503506437540/posts/default/1966217161747402071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com/2008/06/happy-thoughts.html' title='Happy Thoughts'/><author><name>Miss Nobody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SEJAVlgndFI/AAAAAAAAAgA/80hANUop8ks/S220/DSC015651123.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233111503506437540.post-8964206259192956964</id><published>2008-06-14T10:23:00.019+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T10:10:43.541+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'>Where memories are important because they are part of you</title><content type='html'>~&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;switch&lt;/span&gt; to blogging mood~&lt;br /&gt;*yawns*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay actually I want to blog about this a few days ago, but I guess I was too sleepy to even think of words to write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As everybody knows I am a very VERY &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;forgetful person&lt;/span&gt;, and actually I have no&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;memories&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; about the past, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;who&lt;/span&gt; was my ex-classmates, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;who&lt;/span&gt; actually &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;slapped&lt;/span&gt; me and made me cried, who call me &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;names&lt;/span&gt;, all these stupid memories were told by my childhood friends after years later.&lt;br /&gt;[ Ehh now I remember who slapped me already, ish that girl, and do you know what they call me!!! They called me the one with no neck, big eyes and a pinch nose! What is that description?? Alien ahhhh !@#$%^&amp;amp;*]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me show you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the pic of&lt;/span&gt;..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;[Wait for a thousand years I also won't show you that pic of no neck pinch nose era!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I show you a pic of a chipmunk instead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SFM5WomjgfI/AAAAAAAAAgI/Ai19GCBvy9Y/s1600-h/DSC01646.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SFM5WomjgfI/AAAAAAAAAgI/Ai19GCBvy9Y/s320/DSC01646.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211572254816829938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Evidence that my Bro look like a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;chipmunk&lt;/span&gt;, a fat chipmunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.lakeshoreimages.com/images9/chipmunk4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 304px; height: 390px;" src="http://www.lakeshoreimages.com/images9/chipmunk4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ehh, look! My &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;bro&lt;/span&gt; is holding a nut!&lt;br /&gt;Bwahahahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But really there are some &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;memories&lt;/span&gt; that I still remember. I still remember I was happy for everything, I have the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;courage&lt;/span&gt; of going outside to act like a teacher in the class and raise my hand to volunteer anything [although I actually failed in most of the attempts,zzzzz], but yea that was me in the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was very embarrassing, because if nowadays I see a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;volunteer&lt;/span&gt; person going out and can't do the job, all of us will think...'&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;' You see lar, act like she knows, so embarrasing!'' " Hao Lian!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never raise up my hand again.&lt;br /&gt;So now you know how peer pressure works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there were &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;memories&lt;/span&gt; in London , you know I wasn't actually rich, , and I only buy second hand clothes, and happily took over shoes, clothes EVEN BY BOYS to wear. And I never really eat those really good Western food, I only packed hot dogs to school because that was the cheapest food I could find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But nowadays, children now are nothing near this. I have stumbled upon two blogs, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;1 blogger&lt;/span&gt; who is just EIGHT years old, and she already ate in TGI for her birthday party, and had a makeover for RM30,&lt;br /&gt;There are also bloggers&lt;a href="http://mayzhee.blogspot.com/"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;who buy 10k mattresses, kids that know more about bags brands than uncles aunties names.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, do I sound I belong to the past, why I sound like I am talking like an &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;apek&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ah ma&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it is really unbelievable. =.= I thought these situations are only found in drama movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although he can't cook, the only dish he can really be good at is frying fish, and the one who steam fish with a glass plate;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although when I always ask him something, he is the one who nods his head fervently with a 'Yes' but actually he is not listening and is concentrating on &lt;span&gt;playing his Internet Reversi&lt;/span&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He also &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;never&lt;/span&gt; really teach me homework and is the most &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kiamsiap&lt;/span&gt; people I had ever seen;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but he is the one who I inherit the big forehead, the competitive attitude, the movie lover;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he thought me the importance of independence where he kick me out of the car to make me ask for directions and go to school ALONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my mom told me that he was the one who insist on buying the expensive milk that makes baby fat,&lt;br /&gt;the person who insist of washing my bottles, although I never know this for like 19 years of my life....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SFM5oAKr8KI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/A52JFAc_gqc/s1600-h/DSC01648.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SFM5oAKr8KI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/A52JFAc_gqc/s320/DSC01648.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211572553200169122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Happy Papa's Day&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mwah&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Not emo post right? Woo Hoo~ Just don't puke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2233111503506437540-8964206259192956964?l=wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com/feeds/8964206259192956964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233111503506437540&amp;postID=8964206259192956964&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233111503506437540/posts/default/8964206259192956964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233111503506437540/posts/default/8964206259192956964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com/2008/06/where-memories-are-important-because.html' title='Where memories are important because they are part of you'/><author><name>Miss Nobody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SEJAVlgndFI/AAAAAAAAAgA/80hANUop8ks/S220/DSC015651123.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SFM5WomjgfI/AAAAAAAAAgI/Ai19GCBvy9Y/s72-c/DSC01646.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233111503506437540.post-1759992264952138215</id><published>2008-06-02T23:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T00:14:26.990+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tags'/><title type='text'>Boring Tags</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;THREE NAMES YOU GO BY:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Grace&lt;br /&gt;2. Grapes ...wth&lt;br /&gt;3. Errmmmmmm...I don't know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;THREE THINGS YOU CAN’T STAND:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. innocent children acting mature with thick make up dancing and singing and swaying their body with their shrieking voice...OH MY GOD...especially chinese new year songs&lt;br /&gt;2. still the metal voice&lt;br /&gt;3. people that are not fair especially parents, auntie uncles, and grandparents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;THREE THINGS THAT SCARE YOU:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Ghost lar of course, what else can scare you the most&lt;br /&gt;2. I die a miserable death and not going to heaven.&lt;br /&gt;3. Okay since this week, I am so scared that there is anything going to happen to my loved ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE SHOWS:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Shows..Not movies huh...I would say Last time it is Gilmore Girls I also don't know why then I proceed to CSI, Criminal Minds&lt;br /&gt;2. America's Next Top Model/ Project Runway ( Hello! I am a girl and fashion is inside our genes! Genes I tell you! )&lt;br /&gt;3. The Apprentice? Amazing Race!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;THREE OF YOUR CURRENT FAVORITE SONGS:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. This is weird but let me tell you 黄晓明's "什么都可以" (Only One interview and I am in love with this guy, Grace wake up!! ) (*slaps)&lt;br /&gt;2. 伍家辉  虽然我愿意&lt;br /&gt;3. Apologize&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;THREE MOVIES YOU WOULD LIKE TO WATCH:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Indiana Jones&lt;br /&gt;2. PS I Love You&lt;br /&gt;3. *shrugs* Whats on Cinema now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;THREE OF YOUR EVERYDAY ESSENTIALS:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Tissue&lt;br /&gt;2. My Specs&lt;br /&gt;3. Wallet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;THREE THINGS YOU ARE WEARING RIGHT NOW:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My Form 5 Graduate Tee&lt;br /&gt;2. Green pants&lt;br /&gt;3. My specs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;THREE BAD HABITS:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. biting my pencil....(whoops)&lt;br /&gt;2. throwing my towel after drying my hair&lt;br /&gt;3. I like to predict/assume people's character.....bad habit bad habit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE HOBBIES:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. lying on the bed although I am already awake, day dreaming&lt;br /&gt;2. reading the newspapers/ blogs/ magazines, just something for me to read!&lt;br /&gt;3. Doing nothing.Hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;THREE THINGS YOU WANT TO DO REALLY BADLY RIGHT NOW:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Vacation&lt;br /&gt;2. Talk to someone&lt;br /&gt;3. Order cheesecake and don't think of the price and shop, wth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;THREE THINGS YOU WANT TO DO BEFORE YOU DIE:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Get a life including having a cool job, get married have kids, go vacation&lt;br /&gt;2. Really understand myself better and the world&lt;br /&gt;3. Really achieve something in my life, at least one award. AT LEAST one...Sighh come to think of it I rarely win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;THREE WAYS THAT YOU ARE STEREOTYPICALLY A GIRL:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I have my PMS session, I will scold people for no reason&lt;br /&gt;2. I like beautiful things and I don't mind pink.&lt;br /&gt;3. Very fussy sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I did this because SinHui wants me to update and I am too emo to update. So..yea..this is Tag again. Here you go, Now SinHui faster do 1!&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2233111503506437540-1759992264952138215?l=wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com/feeds/1759992264952138215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233111503506437540&amp;postID=1759992264952138215&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233111503506437540/posts/default/1759992264952138215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233111503506437540/posts/default/1759992264952138215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com/2008/06/boring-tags.html' title='Boring Tags'/><author><name>Miss Nobody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SEJAVlgndFI/AAAAAAAAAgA/80hANUop8ks/S220/DSC015651123.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233111503506437540.post-2644893163929934806</id><published>2008-05-29T22:17:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T10:09:28.429+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'>There should always be room for optimistic</title><content type='html'>Sigh, really I thought that my luck is finally coming back but it seems that unfortunate events are just queuing their way here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel like shouting why are they happening just on me? My family? Why others look so fine to me, and then some say it is because of fortune, ohh your life should be like this, ohh because you should work harder, because your life is suppose to be a hard life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is this crap all about? When there is something bad happening to me, should I blame on my luck? Should I say because this is my life, it is meant to be like this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I be expecting bad things to happen like this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't thing there is anything to blame. To me, everything happens for a reason. There is no IF. When people ask...'' What IF...'' I always say there should be no IF, if there is IF, history will be rewritten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, although I am like the worst pessimist in the world, I am repeatingly telling myself, try to be optimistic, please.&lt;br /&gt;It had happen, it could be mend, no point sulking over spilt milk again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, so now I am telling myself again- Optimistic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SD7CnFgndDI/AAAAAAAAAf0/T8jKgV31qcI/s1600-h/DSC01481.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SD7CnFgndDI/AAAAAAAAAf0/T8jKgV31qcI/s200/DSC01481.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205812196036539442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Eating Ice Cream when sick, optimistic right? Hah&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/2233111503506437540-2644893163929934806?l=wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com/feeds/2644893163929934806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233111503506437540&amp;postID=2644893163929934806&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233111503506437540/posts/default/2644893163929934806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233111503506437540/posts/default/2644893163929934806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com/2008/05/there-should-always-be-room-for.html' title='There should always be room for optimistic'/><author><name>Miss Nobody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SEJAVlgndFI/AAAAAAAAAgA/80hANUop8ks/S220/DSC015651123.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SD7CnFgndDI/AAAAAAAAAf0/T8jKgV31qcI/s72-c/DSC01481.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233111503506437540.post-9003852374623497505</id><published>2008-05-26T20:22:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T10:08:54.637+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'>Things that I am not happy with</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I was reading the news about Sharon Stone, who is a friend of Dalai Lama that claims that she is not happy with the China Government for treating Tibet like this and not giving them freedom.&lt;br /&gt;Fine. This is your opinion. Okay.&lt;br /&gt;Then she proceed in saying that all these are bullshit and MAYBE, THE earthquake is an act of GOD to PUNISH CHINA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really am impressed with her idleness for even opening her mouth to speak such thing!&lt;br /&gt;What if YOUR VERY OWN COUNTRY is having tornado, earthquake, tsunami??&lt;br /&gt;HOW DARE YOU SAY those LIVES are taken because of karma?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taken From the Wikipedia&lt;br /&gt;In the Cannes Film Festival, when she was asked about if she had heard about the earthquake in China, Stone responded, "Of course I have. You know it was very interesting, because at first, you know, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am not happy about the way the Chinese are treating Tibetans because I don't think anyone should be unkind to anyone else&lt;/span&gt;. And so I have been very concerned about how to think and what to do about that, because I don’t like...that. A&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nd I've been concerned about how should we deal with Olympics because they've not been nice to Dalai Lama, who is a good friend of mine. And all this earthquake this stuff happened and I thought, is that karma? When you are not nice the bad things  happen to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless you, Sharon Stone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was one particular day when I was shooed from my place/seat for ....&lt;br /&gt;1 time?&lt;br /&gt;twice?&lt;br /&gt;No, BUT FOUR DAMN TIMES IN A ROW. For god sake , for no reason some more.&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry if I am going to offend anybody, but seriously....I really think that you should ask or apologize when you take my seat.&lt;br /&gt;The most angriest of that day was nobody seems to care that I booked the place first, I sat on it, with my bag, I just stand up to take pictures and suddenly ''poof'' my seat was taken and my bag was on the table.&lt;br /&gt;Hello~ When there is a bag on the chair of course you know it is taken right? If you want to sit there please do tell me to shift my place, why did you just take that for granted????&lt;br /&gt;* Okay I feel better already*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh, the uniform issue.&lt;br /&gt;Some. Woman. Think. That.&lt;br /&gt;School Uniforms are......&lt;br /&gt;Too neat?     Nop..&lt;br /&gt;Too pretty?  Nop...&lt;br /&gt;Too bulky      Nop...&lt;br /&gt;Tooo... tooo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEXY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*faints*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gawd, Why am I so angry suddenly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2233111503506437540-9003852374623497505?l=wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com/feeds/9003852374623497505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233111503506437540&amp;postID=9003852374623497505&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233111503506437540/posts/default/9003852374623497505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233111503506437540/posts/default/9003852374623497505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com/2008/05/things-that-i-am-not-happy-with.html' title='Things that I am not happy with'/><author><name>Miss Nobody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SEJAVlgndFI/AAAAAAAAAgA/80hANUop8ks/S220/DSC015651123.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233111503506437540.post-9020008200083295024</id><published>2008-05-22T18:02:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T10:08:25.388+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>Sometimes I wonder why...</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I wonder why...&lt;br /&gt;I am running like a runaway horse without direction. To make things worst, I feel like running with my pony tail being tied up and I'm still running on the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;spot&lt;/span&gt;. Sweat, effort - aimless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I like to keep distance from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;everybody&lt;/span&gt;. People gets closer, I back off. People gets nicer, I am puzzled, why are they so nice. No, and when I really have problem I don't and won't think of anybody really to give a call, never even bother to message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...No wonder it is so hard for me to even think of 10 numbers for my active 10. That. Is. Just. So. ....&lt;br /&gt;Pathetic?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....there are always something I had overlooked. Something I thought that wasn't really important, yet it was the key of all solutions. I thought I was smart, I thought I judge it right. But guess what, I totally misunderstood the whole meaning of it, and screwed it.&lt;br /&gt;( Shit, am I talking about my exams now...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Great lar syok lar you deserve all of that above lar )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya right. I think I really do. *shrugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hah. Emo post as a draft.BUT...today we celebrated Tong's birthday......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SDfoD1gnc8I/AAAAAAAAAew/_dTc-7AvDRA/s1600-h/DSC01570.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SDfoD1gnc8I/AAAAAAAAAew/_dTc-7AvDRA/s320/DSC01570.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203883047051031490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yealar I'm playing with the lighter....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SDfoS1gnc9I/AAAAAAAAAe4/VH9ArptcFjw/s1600-h/DSC01571.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SDfoS1gnc9I/AAAAAAAAAe4/VH9ArptcFjw/s320/DSC01571.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203883304749069266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Musketeers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SDfm1lgnc6I/AAAAAAAAAeg/uU2HVtOZzxs/s1600-h/DSC01573.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SDfm1lgnc6I/AAAAAAAAAeg/uU2HVtOZzxs/s320/DSC01573.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203881702726267810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Deng Deng Deng Deng...&lt;br /&gt;Stupid hair day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SDfnv1gnc7I/AAAAAAAAAeo/pUpYADxfIvM/s1600-h/DSC01574.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SDfnv1gnc7I/AAAAAAAAAeo/pUpYADxfIvM/s320/DSC01574.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203882703453647794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ke Tee with the shades...hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Holidays are here. And no, I am not as happy as I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2233111503506437540-9020008200083295024?l=wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com/feeds/9020008200083295024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233111503506437540&amp;postID=9020008200083295024&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233111503506437540/posts/default/9020008200083295024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233111503506437540/posts/default/9020008200083295024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com/2008/05/sometimes-i-wonder-why.html' title='Sometimes I wonder why...'/><author><name>Miss Nobody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SEJAVlgndFI/AAAAAAAAAgA/80hANUop8ks/S220/DSC015651123.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SDfoD1gnc8I/AAAAAAAAAew/_dTc-7AvDRA/s72-c/DSC01570.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233111503506437540.post-1774925724105178869</id><published>2008-05-15T15:15:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T10:18:20.165+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>Exam Break</title><content type='html'>To the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Craziest Girl&lt;/span&gt; I know....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SC2drcG70JI/AAAAAAAAAdY/3Q2F4Tvlayw/s1600-h/DSC01277.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SC2drcG70JI/AAAAAAAAAdY/3Q2F4Tvlayw/s320/DSC01277.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200986514288005266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(I don't know what I did with this pic already..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;To the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ultimate Jolin Tsai's Fan&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SC2fCcG70LI/AAAAAAAAAdo/_fjJ5hXBMfE/s1600-h/DSC01276.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SC2fCcG70LI/AAAAAAAAAdo/_fjJ5hXBMfE/s320/DSC01276.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200988008936624306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Only one that I think I won't close my ears while she sings....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the one who have the same situation of always having exam during birthdays....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Best Buddy of Posing in Public Places&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SC2eh8G70KI/AAAAAAAAAdg/fQUaWepsbGM/s1600-h/DSC01493.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SC2eh8G70KI/AAAAAAAAAdg/fQUaWepsbGM/s320/DSC01493.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200987450590875810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SCxmGsG70FI/AAAAAAAAAc4/3vJVA4u6Yeg/s1600-h/DSC01515.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SCxmGsG70FI/AAAAAAAAAc4/3vJVA4u6Yeg/s320/DSC01515.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200643934811574354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Ehhh why always Shu Shen's pose is the best..)&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SC2gZ8G70NI/AAAAAAAAAd4/aDIvRTa8Cyk/s1600-h/DSC01509.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SC2gZ8G70NI/AAAAAAAAAd4/aDIvRTa8Cyk/s320/DSC01509.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200989512175177938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Happy Belated Birthday Yan Chuan&lt;/span&gt;!!!!&lt;br /&gt;( Erm that right one..is...background background...don't bother...OKAY..happy birthday to Alien also)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SC2f9cG70MI/AAAAAAAAAdw/dSKHp-NaqX8/s1600-h/DSC01489.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SC2f9cG70MI/AAAAAAAAAdw/dSKHp-NaqX8/s320/DSC01489.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200989022548906178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SC1ITMG70HI/AAAAAAAAAdI/J3bNWkvu9uo/s1600-h/DSC01490.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SC1ITMG70HI/AAAAAAAAAdI/J3bNWkvu9uo/s320/DSC01490.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200892639187816562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Okay this Alien with the flower on the left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SC1IdsG70II/AAAAAAAAAdQ/wBNWoWLMe_I/s1600-h/DSC01516.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SC1IdsG70II/AAAAAAAAAdQ/wBNWoWLMe_I/s320/DSC01516.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200892819576443010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I know someone is gonna kill me but I do think it is a great photo..looks abit like *cough* couple *cough* photo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SC2hQMG70OI/AAAAAAAAAeA/Zoscwc_BQ5s/s1600-h/DSC01517.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SC2hQMG70OI/AAAAAAAAAeA/Zoscwc_BQ5s/s320/DSC01517.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200990444183081186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If you are wondering about the height...I give you a hint...this is taken at the staircase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SC2htsG70PI/AAAAAAAAAeI/ULqRxO3GCDY/s1600-h/DSC01500.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SC2htsG70PI/AAAAAAAAAeI/ULqRxO3GCDY/s320/DSC01500.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200990950989222130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ah Lian and Ah Beng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SC2iV8G70QI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/gciZRtP2epc/s1600-h/DSC01511.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SC2iV8G70QI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/gciZRtP2epc/s320/DSC01511.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200991642478956802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Okay lar I'm so emo a few days ago and still is. Why SICHUAN got earthquake!! I just visited it last year and I'm so emo all the buildings scenery that I saw and step on is just GONE!&lt;br /&gt;Just can anybody feel how I feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about my Tourist Guide =( He was such a nice and knowledgeable guy and I believe you will be ok. I will pray for you everyday hope you are fine I hope you are alive I am so emo now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay end of this post, bye I still have exams Wish Me Luck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2233111503506437540-1774925724105178869?l=wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com/feeds/1774925724105178869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233111503506437540&amp;postID=1774925724105178869&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233111503506437540/posts/default/1774925724105178869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233111503506437540/posts/default/1774925724105178869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com/2008/05/exam-break.html' title='Exam Break'/><author><name>Miss Nobody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SEJAVlgndFI/AAAAAAAAAgA/80hANUop8ks/S220/DSC015651123.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SC2drcG70JI/AAAAAAAAAdY/3Q2F4Tvlayw/s72-c/DSC01277.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233111503506437540.post-1887437688106666362</id><published>2008-05-07T20:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T10:19:15.756+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'>I'm in Hot Soup</title><content type='html'>My eyes are in tears, my throat is like having lots of knife poking inside, I am having a slight fever, nose is running like mad, and my time is running short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MUST go to school tomorrow due to Chemistry Experiment and I have trip to Nursing Home in the afternoon then at night I have tuition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I.Hate.This.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2233111503506437540-1887437688106666362?l=wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com/feeds/1887437688106666362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233111503506437540&amp;postID=1887437688106666362&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233111503506437540/posts/default/1887437688106666362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233111503506437540/posts/default/1887437688106666362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com/2008/05/im-in-hot-soup.html' title='I&apos;m in Hot Soup'/><author><name>Miss Nobody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SEJAVlgndFI/AAAAAAAAAgA/80hANUop8ks/S220/DSC015651123.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233111503506437540.post-4016744970278863880</id><published>2008-05-05T20:47:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T10:20:01.141+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>I became a Mammal Murderer</title><content type='html'>Today was such a stressful yet a day which I am disappointed with myself as we made our biology teacher very mad and I am not going to elaborate it. Yet it was becoming so stressful because damn MIDYEAR IS NEXT WEEK, and I have add one more reason to the list of "Reasons to dislike the HM"&lt;br /&gt;*falls down from a chair*&lt;br /&gt;*bangs myself on the head*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, however...today is like the most important experiment in the Biology class, because yes I have become another murderer to a MAMMAL this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear it is very disgusting but I'm going to show the photos too. People who dislike mice can now click to close this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Experiment (Dissection of Mouse)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st step is to pinch the skin, poke a hole, cut the skin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SB8ERC6jnYI/AAAAAAAAAcA/ET8ynT9_k8o/s1600-h/DSC01446.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SB8ERC6jnYI/AAAAAAAAAcA/ET8ynT9_k8o/s320/DSC01446.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196877185895603586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd step: Separate the skin and tear it, pin it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SB8ErS6jnZI/AAAAAAAAAcI/sOcJgKFNLf4/s1600-h/DSC01453.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SB8ErS6jnZI/AAAAAAAAAcI/sOcJgKFNLf4/s320/DSC01453.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196877636867169682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd step, poke a hole to the errr..epidermis? cut it open to reveal the organs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SB8FhS6jnbI/AAAAAAAAAcY/n_BH90PVO9I/s1600-h/DSC01460.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SB8FhS6jnbI/AAAAAAAAAcY/n_BH90PVO9I/s320/DSC01460.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196878564580105650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As you can see here..you can see the liver, intestines...and shit. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, Shu Shen picked a fat mouse and we were suspecting that it was pregnant, turned out it was.&lt;br /&gt;Kinda good experience to see real embryos however kinda depressing to know that we have just killed 8 more children inside the mouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SB8F7y6jncI/AAAAAAAAAcg/dPO1254HFMI/s1600-h/DSC01457.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SB8F7y6jncI/AAAAAAAAAcg/dPO1254HFMI/s320/DSC01457.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196879019846639042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay enough disgusting, but it was very noble of the mouse okay, great experience =)&lt;br /&gt;OKAY FINE I WAS ABIT SCARED ALSO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SB8HKC6jneI/AAAAAAAAAcw/XQaQ1xFcLAU/s1600-h/DSC01464.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SB8HKC6jneI/AAAAAAAAAcw/XQaQ1xFcLAU/s320/DSC01464.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196880364171402722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2233111503506437540-4016744970278863880?l=wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com/feeds/4016744970278863880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233111503506437540&amp;postID=4016744970278863880&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233111503506437540/posts/default/4016744970278863880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233111503506437540/posts/default/4016744970278863880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-became-mammal-murderer.html' title='I became a Mammal Murderer'/><author><name>Miss Nobody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SEJAVlgndFI/AAAAAAAAAgA/80hANUop8ks/S220/DSC015651123.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SB8ERC6jnYI/AAAAAAAAAcA/ET8ynT9_k8o/s72-c/DSC01446.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233111503506437540.post-6803571860601270429</id><published>2008-04-29T19:03:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T19:54:27.982+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Things that bother me</title><content type='html'>Do you know what is bothering me?&lt;br /&gt;The fact that I am addicted in making a lot of predictions, and assumptions  of certain issues or characteristics of people, and the worst is I always think I am right.&lt;br /&gt;I assume that I understand a lot.&lt;br /&gt;*slaps back to reality* And I claim that I am mature at times. How ironic.&lt;br /&gt;Stop it, that's enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what is also bothering me?&lt;br /&gt;The fact that sometimes I can't control my emotions and I let the emotions control me. Why am I not like some of them that can tolerate and just keep quiet?&lt;br /&gt;Why am I so hot-headed sometimes?Why can't I just shut up and stop yakking about problems?&lt;br /&gt;Why am I always full of opinions?&lt;br /&gt;Stop it, stay focus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what bothers me too?&lt;br /&gt;People that look down on people and being ridiculous. I am not being a saint by saying I don't. Ironically, sometimes I also can't control myself from boasting when I am the better one. However, this is just too much. No, sorry I can't tolerate people who call names insulting people by ranking them in different status.&lt;br /&gt;People that cares so much about themselves that suffocate people. Don't you remember that there are other people that exist around you? Hello?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sighhhh...so much nonsense. Actually what bothers me the most is when I have the inability of finishing the task and Mid Year exam is brought forward 1 week ahead. Sighh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2233111503506437540-6803571860601270429?l=wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233111503506437540/posts/default/6803571860601270429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233111503506437540/posts/default/6803571860601270429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com/2008/04/things-that-bothers-me.html' title='Things that bother me'/><author><name>Miss Nobody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SEJAVlgndFI/AAAAAAAAAgA/80hANUop8ks/S220/DSC015651123.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233111503506437540.post-993519258388401915</id><published>2008-04-22T19:19:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T10:21:08.035+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>The experiment of eye enlargement and flowers</title><content type='html'>Well, today was an enjoying biology experiment of cutting flowers and drawing them. But then we got bored easily and try doing something funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you think you have small eyes and you wish to have bigger eyes?&lt;br /&gt;NO PROBLEM.&lt;br /&gt;No surgery involved! No need eyeliners! No need those contact lenses that make your pupils bigger!&lt;br /&gt;The effect is immediate and no side effects!&lt;br /&gt;TOTALLY FREE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Ehh, does this sounds like an advertisement?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You just need a.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAGNIFYING GLASS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SA3Kei6jnKI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/F19_odjhx4U/s1600-h/Genie%2851%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SA3Kei6jnKI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/F19_odjhx4U/s320/Genie%2851%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192028571545345186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Alien 1 with larger eyes. WAHAHA everybody scold Mean Wei lar, she have so big eyes and she still want to enlarge her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SA3KLi6jnJI/AAAAAAAAAaI/XkBzhesvoyI/s1600-h/Genie%2850%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SA3KLi6jnJI/AAAAAAAAAaI/XkBzhesvoyI/s320/Genie%2850%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192028245127830674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Alien ...Ehh, this 1  looks like those chinese drama  of pretty girls...DON'T EVEN LOOK LIKE AN ALIEN ishhhh...ok this is suppose to increase the publicity of my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SA3O8y6jnNI/AAAAAAAAAao/W9ZQOFR4Yd0/s1600-h/Genie%2856%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SA3O8y6jnNI/AAAAAAAAAao/W9ZQOFR4Yd0/s320/Genie%2856%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192033489282899154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Alien 3: I'm gonna look more pretty with the magnifying glass... Shu Shen always come with creativity poses!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SA3Kki6jnLI/AAAAAAAAAaY/-jG8X6dse1Y/s1600-h/Genie%2854%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SA3Kki6jnLI/AAAAAAAAAaY/-jG8X6dse1Y/s320/Genie%2854%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192028674624560306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ALIEN 3!!! Shit I look like a creature on Mars with nothing but a great eye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SA3ONi6jnMI/AAAAAAAAAag/kurDDxM2HHI/s1600-h/Genie%2859%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SA3ONi6jnMI/AAAAAAAAAag/kurDDxM2HHI/s320/Genie%2859%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192032677534080194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lastly THE MOST PRETTIEST ALIEN..hahahahaha. Don't ask me what we do, but hell we forced him to take this picture with the flower. He is so afraid, because he thinks he is damn macho ok. (COUGH COUGH COUGH)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm gonna have a nightmare seeing this picture. Good bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2233111503506437540-993519258388401915?l=wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com/feeds/993519258388401915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233111503506437540&amp;postID=993519258388401915&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233111503506437540/posts/default/993519258388401915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233111503506437540/posts/default/993519258388401915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com/2008/04/experiment-of-eye-enlargement-and.html' title='The experiment of eye enlargement and flowers'/><author><name>Miss Nobody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SEJAVlgndFI/AAAAAAAAAgA/80hANUop8ks/S220/DSC015651123.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SA3Kei6jnKI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/F19_odjhx4U/s72-c/Genie%2851%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233111503506437540.post-7303968744913510344</id><published>2008-04-19T01:04:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T10:21:29.722+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>The Midnight Birthday Party</title><content type='html'>Thank you for all of your concerning comments. =) My grandma isn't feeling very well at the moment, but I hope she is getting better.&lt;br /&gt;There is some problem in the family because some are just busy creating problems more than solving them, which is pretty frustrating, and no I'm not going to elaborate on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Exams this time totally sucks because...sighh I wasn't really into it really. Ok End of those stuff, back to some photos that I capture during Sin Hui's Birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is L'loz, which is a Cafe Bistro in Lagenda Heights...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SAjVRGLxFQI/AAAAAAAAAYw/HANQiRejYUg/s1600-h/DSC01376.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SAjVRGLxFQI/AAAAAAAAAYw/HANQiRejYUg/s320/DSC01376.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190633060238955778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pretty good environment eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SAjWKmLxFRI/AAAAAAAAAY4/gCLxOTOd8RQ/s1600-h/DSC01401.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SAjWKmLxFRI/AAAAAAAAAY4/gCLxOTOd8RQ/s320/DSC01401.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190634048081433874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SAjWZGLxFSI/AAAAAAAAAZA/7vKtzR2Lil8/s1600-h/DSC01368.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SAjWZGLxFSI/AAAAAAAAAZA/7vKtzR2Lil8/s320/DSC01368.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190634297189537058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, the light isn't bright enough so the photos aren't too good this time. What I love most about this cafe is there are people singing for you. I was planning to go there and take a few pictures, but of course were denied.=.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drinks for the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SAjXgmLxFTI/AAAAAAAAAZI/kevjoVP6e08/s1600-h/DSC01378.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SAjXgmLxFTI/AAAAAAAAAZI/kevjoVP6e08/s320/DSC01378.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190635525550183730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My Tiramisu Drink which is quite expensive but milky and creamy, just the way I like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SAjXq2LxFUI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/Dr4PiunjC9g/s1600-h/DSC01370.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SAjXq2LxFUI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/Dr4PiunjC9g/s320/DSC01370.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190635701643842882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Don't look at me. Its Mean Wei. Blame her.Haha. Whoops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SAjYwWLxFWI/AAAAAAAAAZg/UssOfWUmYOo/s1600-h/DSC01383.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SAjYwWLxFWI/AAAAAAAAAZg/UssOfWUmYOo/s320/DSC01383.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190636895644751202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Birthday is never complete with taking photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SAjY72LxFXI/AAAAAAAAAZo/BDljLbNZZqQ/s1600-h/DSC01386.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SAjY72LxFXI/AAAAAAAAAZo/BDljLbNZZqQ/s320/DSC01386.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190637093213246834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nenek Min Yi and Nenek Shu Shen giving a hard stern&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SAjZpGLxFYI/AAAAAAAAAZw/RFqb4b15BKs/s1600-h/DSC01369.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SAjZpGLxFYI/AAAAAAAAAZw/RFqb4b15BKs/s320/DSC01369.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190637870602327426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I told you it was hers. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SAjaG2LxFZI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/gRRAvb2JruE/s1600-h/DSC01375.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SAjaG2LxFZI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/gRRAvb2JruE/s320/DSC01375.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190638381703435666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ngek Ngek Ngek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Last Picture of the day,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SAjagmLxFaI/AAAAAAAAAaA/eqZ_Yp1_UwY/s1600-h/DSC01389.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SAjagmLxFaI/AAAAAAAAAaA/eqZ_Yp1_UwY/s320/DSC01389.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190638824085067170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SinHui: " SIghhhh, why am I so old already"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Good Night, I'm yawning so terribly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/2233111503506437540-7303968744913510344?l=wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com/feeds/7303968744913510344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233111503506437540&amp;postID=7303968744913510344&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233111503506437540/posts/default/7303968744913510344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233111503506437540/posts/default/7303968744913510344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com/2008/04/midnight-birthday-party.html' title='The Midnight Birthday Party'/><author><name>Miss Nobody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SEJAVlgndFI/AAAAAAAAAgA/80hANUop8ks/S220/DSC015651123.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SAjVRGLxFQI/AAAAAAAAAYw/HANQiRejYUg/s72-c/DSC01376.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233111503506437540.post-695810343120575428</id><published>2008-04-13T19:32:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T10:21:54.374+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Phone calls</title><content type='html'>I didn't expect that I am going through this all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rushing in the hospitals, walk through the empty corridors, do the visiting, rushing out of the hospital thinking that everything will be alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not alright. Depressing phone calls said so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been through this, I believe this time I will handle it better. Even if fate says it is time, I hope it is done with no regrets and pain-less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't believe I am saying this but what we can do now is leave everything in the hands of God, and hope my Grandma is alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will go through this, I believe we would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SAH0tmLxFCI/AAAAAAAAAXE/v0ncYLgCGTs/s1600-h/DSC01317.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SAH0tmLxFCI/AAAAAAAAAXE/v0ncYLgCGTs/s320/DSC01317.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188697309888713762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2233111503506437540-695810343120575428?l=wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233111503506437540/posts/default/695810343120575428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233111503506437540/posts/default/695810343120575428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com/2008/04/phone-calls.html' title='Phone calls'/><author><name>Miss Nobody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SEJAVlgndFI/AAAAAAAAAgA/80hANUop8ks/S220/DSC015651123.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SAH0tmLxFCI/AAAAAAAAAXE/v0ncYLgCGTs/s72-c/DSC01317.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233111503506437540.post-5231387301419664334</id><published>2008-04-09T22:23:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T10:22:27.733+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Stuff'/><title type='text'>Hibernating</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/R_zSIzbPv5I/AAAAAAAAAW8/Gcgx6i5YXZ8/s1600-h/DSC01142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/R_zSIzbPv5I/AAAAAAAAAW8/Gcgx6i5YXZ8/s320/DSC01142.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187251919509241746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Current Mode of blog&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hibernating&lt;/span&gt; and owner &lt;s&gt;wishes&lt;/s&gt; SHOULD  be studying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exam is next week...*faints*&lt;br /&gt;STPM is the one of the hardest examination in the world * falls down a chair*&lt;br /&gt;I thought Malaysia only expert in the highest tower, biggest shopping mall, longest cabel car.....EI GOT hardest examination ahhh?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cehh...what examination also hard if you didn't study right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I should not b..e....t..y..ping he...re.............Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(*slaps myself back to reality)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. I'm going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: My curtains nice hor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Yalar I'm going right now! Why you so chiong heiii 1!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY STUDYING EVERYONE!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2233111503506437540-5231387301419664334?l=wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com/feeds/5231387301419664334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233111503506437540&amp;postID=5231387301419664334&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233111503506437540/posts/default/5231387301419664334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233111503506437540/posts/default/5231387301419664334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com/2008/04/hibernating.html' title='Hibernating'/><author><name>Miss Nobody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SEJAVlgndFI/AAAAAAAAAgA/80hANUop8ks/S220/DSC015651123.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/R_zSIzbPv5I/AAAAAAAAAW8/Gcgx6i5YXZ8/s72-c/DSC01142.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233111503506437540.post-5834937134239565388</id><published>2008-04-04T23:15:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T10:22:52.167+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'>A Matter of Choice</title><content type='html'>There is always something I wished to blog about something that I am not really comfortable with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never believe that Life is a way to suffering. Although there is so many hurdles obstacles negative feelings that sometimes you feel that is better to DIE die die...&lt;br /&gt;There is always happy moments I treasured.&lt;br /&gt;Really, it is only the way you view it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://pro.corbis.com/images/42-17689870.jpg?size=572&amp;amp;uid=%7B40E6B3A5-0C7F-44EB-B46B-7748F032E6E0%7D"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://pro.corbis.com/images/42-17689870.jpg?size=572&amp;amp;uid=%7B40E6B3A5-0C7F-44EB-B46B-7748F032E6E0%7D" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is true that nobody really understands your own situation other than yourself. I always say this to myself when other people are criticizing my life, my family or the way I live it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I really don't get people who &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;choose&lt;/span&gt; to live a life full of miseries. I mean, &lt;span&gt;why &lt;/span&gt;do you always see &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;life as a living hell&lt;/span&gt; but not &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;a life of blessing&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may live in a family where my dad doesn't understands me, objects everything I say, &lt;span&gt;or&lt;/span&gt; the one I loved and care hates me hurts me so badly...&lt;span&gt;OR..&lt;/span&gt;(fill in the blanks yourself)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;If there is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10 reasons to be sad of, maybe there is a 1000 more reasons for you to be happy with?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I want to say is, &lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Everybody have their own problem&lt;/span&gt;s and it is never the end of the world. When you are feeling so down and helpless, there is always ALWAYS people that are in worser condition than you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.wildmadagascar.org/pictures/ankavandra/akavandra_kids_07.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://images.wildmadagascar.org/pictures/ankavandra/akavandra_kids_07.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.haloimages.com/imgs/MK00243_FPO_PREV.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.haloimages.com/imgs/MK00243_FPO_PREV.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happiness is always a choice.Remaining optimistic is also a choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It is always a matter of choice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.marilynspoetry.com/view/uploads/I_Have_a_Wonderful_Life_Angel_Heart_Creations_June_2003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 357px; height: 258px;" src="http://www.marilynspoetry.com/view/uploads/I_Have_a_Wonderful_Life_Angel_Heart_Creations_June_2003.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Life if beautiful as always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/2233111503506437540-5834937134239565388?l=wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com/feeds/5834937134239565388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233111503506437540&amp;postID=5834937134239565388&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233111503506437540/posts/default/5834937134239565388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233111503506437540/posts/default/5834937134239565388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com/2008/04/matter-of-choice.html' title='A Matter of Choice'/><author><name>Miss Nobody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SEJAVlgndFI/AAAAAAAAAgA/80hANUop8ks/S220/DSC015651123.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233111503506437540.post-3731509693218659316</id><published>2008-04-01T22:37:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T10:23:38.888+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Stuff'/><title type='text'>Typing as fast as you can</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Okay. I'm gonna make this quick. Real quick because I type this 70 words per minute.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;What? You don't believe me???&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://speedtest.10-fast-fingers.com/" style="background: transparent url(http://speedtest.10-fast-fingers.com/img/badge1.png) no-repeat scroll 0% 50%; display: block; width: 300px; height: 100px; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; padding-top: 50px; padding-left: 60px; color: rgb(0, 153, 51); font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; font-family: Times New Roman,Arial,serif; font-size: 40px;"&gt;70 words&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://speedtest.10-fast-fingers.com/"&gt;Speedtest&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Now you all will sound "Cehh, whats so great about typing 70 words."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;*shrugs shoulders* Give it a try.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;On another note, I won RM20 by luck woo hoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My biology tuition teacher may have gotten a jackpot or win toto number or Magnum or 3D, because he was so generous, that he asked about this. (which sounds like a sarcasm joke and...err ridiculous question)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/R_JNuTbPv3I/AAAAAAAAAWs/WAZp6UXuvvw/s1600-h/DSC01342.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/R_JNuTbPv3I/AAAAAAAAAWs/WAZp6UXuvvw/s320/DSC01342.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184291578940735346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;fantasizing and hypnotizing myself that I'm rich!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guessed I was lucky that day. *big grins big grins*&lt;br /&gt;WAAAAA, I'M IN AWE YESTERDAY!!Woo hoo! *hop skip jump*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh, I have NEVER win anything in my life okay, so I'm being a bit ....proud. Sorry lah. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*fans myself with my RM20*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/R_JRDDbPv4I/AAAAAAAAAW0/mNvMoG9hcyA/s1600-h/DSC01356.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 174px; height: 233px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/R_JRDDbPv4I/AAAAAAAAAW0/mNvMoG9hcyA/s320/DSC01356.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184295233957904258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, my RM20 fall into the drain already, so don't come and bug me to treat you all har.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Just playing a fool. Just a bit .......happy and boastful. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2233111503506437540-3731509693218659316?l=wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com/feeds/3731509693218659316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233111503506437540&amp;postID=3731509693218659316&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233111503506437540/posts/default/3731509693218659316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233111503506437540/posts/default/3731509693218659316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com/2008/04/typing-as-fast-as-you-can.html' title='Typing as fast as you can'/><author><name>Miss Nobody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SEJAVlgndFI/AAAAAAAAAgA/80hANUop8ks/S220/DSC015651123.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/R_JNuTbPv3I/AAAAAAAAAWs/WAZp6UXuvvw/s72-c/DSC01342.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233111503506437540.post-6673771188553863194</id><published>2008-03-28T20:27:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T10:24:11.509+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>Confusion, Birthdays and Ghost stories</title><content type='html'>This is a conversation in a coffee shop when I was paying for my fried rice.&lt;br /&gt;Me: How much?&lt;br /&gt;Hawker : RM2.50&lt;br /&gt;(Me taking out money to pay him...)&lt;br /&gt;Me: Uncle, may I know what is all these thing..(pointing at the crispy looking chips that seems like chicken skin)&lt;br /&gt;Hawker: Its chicken skin, prawn and tofu.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ohhhh...&lt;br /&gt;Hawker : Don't worry there isn't pork in our food. In case they were Muslims you know. I do know that there is Chinese who is Muslims you know. Don't worry...are you a Muslim?&lt;br /&gt;Me: No urm...but..you know...I was...&lt;br /&gt;(suddenly I was lost of words..)&lt;br /&gt;(The Hawker left smiling away...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not being racist, but HELLLO DO I LOOK LIKE A MUSLIM CHINESE TO YOU???  Mommy, you must buy me another sunblock from now on!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I was concerning about the chicken thing because I don't eat meat on Friday. I'm a Christian who don't eat meat because of Good Friday, and the suffering of Jesus.That is why I was asking the ingredients. What the heck was he thinking that I was a Muslim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/R-zrmjbPvyI/AAAAAAAAAWI/jorSVD7jIdo/s1600-h/DSC01331.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/R-zrmjbPvyI/AAAAAAAAAWI/jorSVD7jIdo/s320/DSC01331.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182776318773673762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the cake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/R-zsGzbPvzI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/VTI3vnZ_GTg/s1600-h/DSC01333.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/R-zsGzbPvzI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/VTI3vnZ_GTg/s320/DSC01333.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182776872824454962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The  Birthday Girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/R-zwmDbPv0I/AAAAAAAAAWY/BgbYWGdd0-s/s1600-h/DSC01324.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/R-zwmDbPv0I/AAAAAAAAAWY/BgbYWGdd0-s/s320/DSC01324.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182781807741878082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ke Tee and Birthday Girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/R-zxLzbPv1I/AAAAAAAAAWg/rFZcv2ENRT0/s1600-h/DSC01336.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/R-zxLzbPv1I/AAAAAAAAAWg/rFZcv2ENRT0/s320/DSC01336.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182782456281939794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;See those busily snatching food, especially the one with black shirt until......&lt;br /&gt;oh nevermind..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The Birthday of my friend Chiew Mei . After the lunch at Pizza Hut again, with free refill and free pancake with ice cream, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;take note: FREE!&lt;/span&gt;, they all even went for ghost movie after that. Titled &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Shutter"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.toysnjoys.com/dvds/shutter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.toysnjoys.com/dvds/shutter.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I mean the Western Version.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...the movie was ......, a man dump a Japanese girl and she was terribly devastated and killed herself, and of course she became a ghost and haunted the man. The man didn't know where the ghost was, and he kept taking photos of surroundings just to know where she is, but ended up that the ghost was sitting on him.=.=''''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I wasn't scared. Of course I wasn't. You know I'm a very brave girl when it came to ghost movies. Really.  Who is scared of those ghost who is not even real?! For god sake...&lt;br /&gt;(blinking profusely...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That movie wasn't even scary. I don't know why they are all scared like hell..''HAHAHA LOSERS!''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine. It wasn't scary.&lt;br /&gt;Because I didn't even went to watch the movie. (*runs away with a guilty face)&lt;br /&gt;The ghost story was told by Sin Hui (&lt;s&gt;I heard she was already closing her face with bag from the start.&lt;/s&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;I take back the loser word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shut up. Stop laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know my worst night mare is watching ''JU ON'' at my god family's house where my god bro's or friends you may call them off the light and dare me to watch with them. As chicken as I was, I still agree because of the kia-su character.&lt;br /&gt;Good for you, Grace, Good For you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until I got scared whenever my god bro climb out behind the sofa and scared me with his stupid whale sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without lights. Sound effects. Imagination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/admin/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sekianlah mimpi ngeri saya. Terima Kasih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets talk about something else because I already find it very creepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wth, I was planning to write a very long and meaningful emo post dedicated to one of my friend but now I have totally forgotten how to write it already. Aughhh..next post next post next post it would be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Edit: AUGHHHH! I wanted to add a JU ON poster to scare you all..but it is just to scary AUGHHHHHHHH....&lt;br /&gt;I scared myself instead. Even if I post it, I'll never find myself writing blogs again.&lt;br /&gt;AUGHHH...&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/2233111503506437540-6673771188553863194?l=wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com/feeds/6673771188553863194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233111503506437540&amp;postID=6673771188553863194&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233111503506437540/posts/default/6673771188553863194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233111503506437540/posts/default/6673771188553863194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com/2008/03/confusion-birthdays-and-ghost-stories.html' title='Confusion, Birthdays and Ghost stories'/><author><name>Miss Nobody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SEJAVlgndFI/AAAAAAAAAgA/80hANUop8ks/S220/DSC015651123.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/R-zrmjbPvyI/AAAAAAAAAWI/jorSVD7jIdo/s72-c/DSC01331.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233111503506437540.post-3586451872985539078</id><published>2008-03-19T23:23:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T10:31:14.891+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>When the Past invades into recent life</title><content type='html'>I am now desperately writing this post because there is a long period I have never spoken fluent English nor written any essays for a long period of time.&lt;br /&gt;I think now I can't speak English already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This explain my post for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( A long pause because Ms. Nobody is still thinking what to write...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I think my Muet should be remarked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Maybe I passed Muet with sheer luck and other people should have done better than me&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Because teacher thinks so too.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Not one but two of them.=.=&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Why do I mind so much about petty stuff like this?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ohh, because I think my Muet teacher was highlighting my Band results infront of the class about...20?30 times already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He says I don't have to do homework, but yet still call me to pass up homework, HELLO??&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Maybe I shouldn't be that sensitive after all, right?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;As a conclusion, I should take this as a positive and motivation comment to improve my English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, as I was happily studying Form 6 ( No, I still feel the pressure of form 6, thank you very much), today, suddenly something from the past hit me again.&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel like writing my past and sorrows, BUT...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy my life now, because I think that sincerity, honesty is around.&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of making myself  moody by suffocating myself with unwanted problems that is not worth thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, on a lighter note, I am going to post some random pictures as I know that my post is boring today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/R-E789n6AAI/AAAAAAAAAVo/KYMOTVR-FA8/s1600-h/DSC01283.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/R-E789n6AAI/AAAAAAAAAVo/KYMOTVR-FA8/s320/DSC01283.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179486964972912642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Mean Wei. I'm using her photo to increase my blog's publicity. Hahahaha. Maybe I should say this is me and more people will come and visit my blog. (oops I think somebody in Melaka is..gonna kill me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/R-E9Ktn6ABI/AAAAAAAAAVw/B84dBAFVh64/s1600-h/DSC01310.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/R-E9Ktn6ABI/AAAAAAAAAVw/B84dBAFVh64/s320/DSC01310.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179488300707741714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is my new wallet I bought. You know I'm so stingy and picky until I go back and fro from a lot of shops for like 6 times just to see a variety of wallets and prices, UNTIL the salesgirl recognize me and help me to pick this one. Now, please say it is very nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/R-E-eNn6ACI/AAAAAAAAAV4/xgnG5X3pIPk/s1600-h/DSC01304.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/R-E-eNn6ACI/AAAAAAAAAV4/xgnG5X3pIPk/s320/DSC01304.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179489735226818594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If you say this pic is cute, then I will introduce this as Me. If you say that toddler here has a big forehead I'm gonna say this is my bro. See, actually my dad take great photos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/R-E_dtn6ADI/AAAAAAAAAWA/QtxLlFjEjko/s1600-h/DSC01307.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/R-E_dtn6ADI/AAAAAAAAAWA/QtxLlFjEjko/s320/DSC01307.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179490826148511794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Stupid forehead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually have another picture, but no I'm not gonna show you in case you puke infront of the computer. That's all for tonight.Good Night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;edited: HELLO? DO I really look so tomboy-ish????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2233111503506437540-3586451872985539078?l=wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com/feeds/3586451872985539078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233111503506437540&amp;postID=3586451872985539078&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233111503506437540/posts/default/3586451872985539078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233111503506437540/posts/default/3586451872985539078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com/2008/03/when-past-invades-into-recent-life.html' title='When the Past invades into recent life'/><author><name>Miss Nobody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SEJAVlgndFI/AAAAAAAAAgA/80hANUop8ks/S220/DSC015651123.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/R-E789n6AAI/AAAAAAAAAVo/KYMOTVR-FA8/s72-c/DSC01283.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233111503506437540.post-1226625472537155738</id><published>2008-03-16T23:00:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T10:48:50.935+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Stuff'/><title type='text'>Hidden Secret behind Names</title><content type='html'>You know what is damn freaking me out? I keep on accidentally clicking on blogs that show their STPM results, SPM results.&lt;br /&gt;The worst of all is...all.ARE.STRAIGHT  A'S 1.&lt;br /&gt;Three of them. All in two days. ( And I mean the STPM 1, 5A'S some more)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, such a bad omen, calling me to study or fail my STPM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway....I suddenly found this was quite an interesting stuff to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 238, 238);" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;What Grace Tan Min Yi Means&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatsyournameshiddenmeaningquiz/name.gif" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are deeply philosophical and thoughtful. You tend to analyze every aspect of your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are intuitive, brilliant, and quite introverted. You value your time alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Often times, you are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;grumpy &lt;/span&gt;with other people. You don't appreciate them trying to interfere in your affairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wild, crazy, and a huge rebel&lt;/span&gt;. You're always up to something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ton of energy&lt;/span&gt;, and most people can't handle you. You're very intense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You definitely are a handful, and you're likely to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;get in trouble&lt;/span&gt;. But your kind of trouble is a lot of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are usually the best at everything ... you strive for perfection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are confident, authoritative, and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;aggressive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have the classic "Type A" personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are very open. You communicate well, and you connect with other people easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a naturally creative person. Ideas just flow from your mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A true chameleon, you are many things at different points in your life. You are very adaptable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are friendly, charming, and warm. You get along with almost everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You work hard not to rock the boat. Your easy going attitude brings people together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times, you can be a little flaky and irresponsible. But for the important things, you pull it together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a seeker. You often find yourself restless - and you have a lot of questions about life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tend to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;travel&lt;/span&gt; often, to fairly random locations. You're most comfortable when you're far away from home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are quite passionate and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;easily tempted&lt;/span&gt;. Your impulses sometimes get you into trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are very intuitive and wise. You understand the world better than most people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You also have a very &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;active imagination&lt;/span&gt;. You often get carried away with your thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are prone to a little &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;paranoia and jealousy.&lt;/span&gt; You sometimes go overboard in interpreting signals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are confident, self assured, and capable. You are not easily intimidated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You master any and all skills easily. You don't have to work hard for what you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make your life out to be exactly how you want it. And you'll knock down anyone who gets in your way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tend to be pretty tightly wound. It's easy to get you excited... which can be a good or bad thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a lot of enthusiasm, but it fades rather quickly. You don't stick with any one thing for very long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have the drive to accomplish a lot in a short amount of time. Your biggest problem is making sure you finish the projects you start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a free spirit, and you resent anyone who tries to fence you in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are unpredictable, adventurous, and always a little surprising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may miss out by not settling down, but you're too busy having fun to care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyournameshiddenmeaningquiz/"&gt;What's Your Name's Hidden Meaning?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Rebel,&lt;br /&gt;enthusiasm (cough cough cough)&lt;br /&gt;Do things unfinished&lt;br /&gt;Jealousy (....)&lt;br /&gt;Very sad to say..its quite true in some way.&lt;br /&gt;Damn, and I was like saying my mom for believing feng shui. Just look what I am doing now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you all are lazy reading mine one lar, who cares about all those long long stuff that isn't yours, (even I didn't read it all..so looong), just wanna show you all the link so that YOU also can know about your name's hidden meaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See I so good rite? Hahaha, can read your mind some more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good nite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2233111503506437540-1226625472537155738?l=wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com/feeds/1226625472537155738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233111503506437540&amp;postID=1226625472537155738&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233111503506437540/posts/default/1226625472537155738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233111503506437540/posts/default/1226625472537155738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com/2008/03/hidden-secret-behind-names.html' title='Hidden Secret behind Names'/><author><name>Miss Nobody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SEJAVlgndFI/AAAAAAAAAgA/80hANUop8ks/S220/DSC015651123.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233111503506437540.post-2170555107670055665</id><published>2008-03-14T16:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T10:32:26.592+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'>The sudden change of weather</title><content type='html'>Ok. Maybe I will exaggerate a bit. But now I'm feeling so emo sad and scared that I need to say something.&lt;br /&gt;WHY?!&lt;br /&gt;!@#$%^&amp;amp;*()&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something about cancer.bone.pain.teacher.hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something about demonstrations.Penang.Dissatisfaction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to talk nonsense if I go on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, I am that scared right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm starting to imagine bad things going on. Somebody please slap me in the face to wake me up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2233111503506437540-2170555107670055665?l=wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com/feeds/2170555107670055665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233111503506437540&amp;postID=2170555107670055665&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233111503506437540/posts/default/2170555107670055665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233111503506437540/posts/default/2170555107670055665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com/2008/03/sudden-change-of-weather.html' title='The sudden change of weather'/><author><name>Miss Nobody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SEJAVlgndFI/AAAAAAAAAgA/80hANUop8ks/S220/DSC015651123.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233111503506437540.post-7248042422192369901</id><published>2008-03-12T22:35:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T10:30:26.473+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tags'/><title type='text'>Happy, sad, and maybe something in between</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Things that make me happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Suddenly hearing my favourite song on the radio, and I would like to go " Ohhhhh, thats my song, my song faster put louder LOUDER!"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;That suddenly people can understand my feeling without even telling them.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Seeing small kids smile and do very sweet things like offering you some sweet she/ he haves, damn, I have such a low immune on kids.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;To own something beautiful, pretty and use it. [ Ok, to be frank, that is shopping something good, tahan lama, cheap, and nice]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Able to day dream for some time.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Drama series marathon.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Good touching lovie dovie novels [Damn Long time no read]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Drizzling rain and switching the air-conditioner and lie inside my cozy blanket.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Still kids. Kids. Kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Cheese cake&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;High heels, wooooo...the higher the better [Ok, I'm gone insane again]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Things that make me angry/sad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;People that scold or insult my family members.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stupid people that looked down on woman and think that they men are the strongest and we deserve to be at home cook for the rest of our lives. [Yea,yea I'm such a feminist, but who knows, maybe you see me holding two kids in pasar shopping for fish,right?]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;People that are racist all the time and think they are always right.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stupid politicians that talk stupid things in public. [ Uncle Samy, yes its you!]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;People who looked down on people due to financial reasons, or family problems, as if they have such a good and wonderful life.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Those tsunami, 911 or bombing lar for no reason 1, so unfair. [ But this everybody will be sad lar hor..]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;People who dump me and don't tell me the reason why [HAHAHAHA, stupid why did I say that]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Got neglected for no reason.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;[Lazy think already]..Ohhh..when people who are not supportive and splash cold water on me when I'm damn sad and emo.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Ok. I know this is lame. This is because I can't think of anything to write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those SPM-ers that got their results, congrats for the hard work. Think that stupid Moral serves it purpose of pulling down everybody's result.&lt;br /&gt;Sighhh...&lt;br /&gt;And imagine damn emo me last year like crying in heart for my ridiculous result. Shit. Next year I will be going through that again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2233111503506437540-7248042422192369901?l=wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com/feeds/7248042422192369901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233111503506437540&amp;postID=7248042422192369901&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233111503506437540/posts/default/7248042422192369901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233111503506437540/posts/default/7248042422192369901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com/2008/03/happy-sad-and-maybe-something-in.html' title='Happy, sad, and maybe something in between'/><author><name>Miss Nobody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SEJAVlgndFI/AAAAAAAAAgA/80hANUop8ks/S220/DSC015651123.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233111503506437540.post-515735650997505361</id><published>2008-03-09T00:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T10:29:58.708+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Stuff'/><title type='text'>Shocked</title><content type='html'>The Worst In Malaysia History.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It proves that the People rules after all. Didn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eyes opened, fingers crossed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I am still in terrible shock due to the aftermath of election*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2233111503506437540-515735650997505361?l=wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com/feeds/515735650997505361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233111503506437540&amp;postID=515735650997505361&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233111503506437540/posts/default/515735650997505361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233111503506437540/posts/default/515735650997505361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com/2008/03/shocked.html' title='Shocked'/><author><name>Miss Nobody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SEJAVlgndFI/AAAAAAAAAgA/80hANUop8ks/S220/DSC015651123.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233111503506437540.post-8849937612057581140</id><published>2008-03-08T17:02:00.022+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T10:29:37.609+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>Undilah Miss S</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I'm so gonna do this before somebody do this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is our Malaysia's Election Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moreover, its the birthday of.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dato Seri SAMMY VELLU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;So Happy Birthday Dato. Are you nervous today?&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not interested in how he is celebrating his birthday, but here in our very SP, there is another beautiful, cantik, gorgeous, wonderful, spectacular...( Birthday girl is always the prettiest) girl that share THE SAME DATE OF BIRTH OF DATO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/R9JZbdn5_yI/AAAAAAAAATs/hVZCzfeNJPM/s1600-h/DSC01235.JPG"&gt; &lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/R9JZbdn5_yI/AAAAAAAAATs/hVZCzfeNJPM/s320/DSC01235.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175297250145468194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Shu Shen: " WTH, I'm not 20 yet ok!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So we went to Kazuki Japanese Restaurant. Its finally a good date to celebrate because there is promotion today!&lt;br /&gt;So the price is cheaper.&lt;br /&gt;And there is nothing better than cheaper good stuff.&lt;br /&gt;OMG, ShuShen now I like your birth date already. &lt;s&gt; But I still don't like the Sammy Vellu sharing your birth date part&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/R9JcWdn5_0I/AAAAAAAAAT8/OuuAWTjTqx0/s1600-h/DSC01224.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/R9JcWdn5_0I/AAAAAAAAAT8/OuuAWTjTqx0/s320/DSC01224.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175300462781005634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and Jia Jia's food. Eel and pork.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/R9Jcqtn5_1I/AAAAAAAAAUE/kB4mXEUpc2I/s1600-h/DSC01226.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/R9Jcqtn5_1I/AAAAAAAAAUE/kB4mXEUpc2I/s320/DSC01226.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175300810673356626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ketee's Potato. Very Delicious too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/R9Jdkdn5_3I/AAAAAAAAAUU/ou_w-UuOOlQ/s1600-h/DSC01220.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/R9Jdkdn5_3I/AAAAAAAAAUU/ou_w-UuOOlQ/s320/DSC01220.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175301802810802034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yan Chuan's chicken and fish. The gravy was so nice I keep on stealing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/R9Je49n5_9I/AAAAAAAAAVE/Dm3f7uIZSI8/s1600-h/DSC01230.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/R9Je49n5_9I/AAAAAAAAAVE/Dm3f7uIZSI8/s320/DSC01230.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175303254509748178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Very Pretty right?... I mean the ring and the bangles. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/R9Jendn5_8I/AAAAAAAAAU8/mn7Eru-WaOU/s1600-h/DSC01234.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/R9Jendn5_8I/AAAAAAAAAU8/mn7Eru-WaOU/s320/DSC01234.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175302953862037442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/R9Jed9n5_7I/AAAAAAAAAU0/Y19hzVlbBuo/s1600-h/DSC01275.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/R9Jed9n5_7I/AAAAAAAAAU0/Y19hzVlbBuo/s320/DSC01275.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175302790653280178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Posers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/R9JePtn5_6I/AAAAAAAAAUs/XCSJXRvshrs/s1600-h/DSC01276.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/R9JePtn5_6I/AAAAAAAAAUs/XCSJXRvshrs/s320/DSC01276.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175302545840144290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Finally I got my Charlie Angels pose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/R9Jd1Nn5_4I/AAAAAAAAAUc/wgozbnPf-5M/s1600-h/DSC01241.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/R9Jd1Nn5_4I/AAAAAAAAAUc/wgozbnPf-5M/s320/DSC01241.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175302090573610882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another picture to save.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/R9JeANn5_5I/AAAAAAAAAUk/eF-vVx91ZOU/s1600-h/DSC01277.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/R9JeANn5_5I/AAAAAAAAAUk/eF-vVx91ZOU/s320/DSC01277.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175302279552171922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was suppose to be....some cool photos. But turned out to be a very....can-laugh-till-die photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/R9Jgitn5_-I/AAAAAAAAAVM/QEffflbWyZg/s1600-h/DSC01244.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/R9Jgitn5_-I/AAAAAAAAAVM/QEffflbWyZg/s320/DSC01244.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175305071280914402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This photo is very nice until I want to delete it.Haha.Kd.&lt;br /&gt;Person to thank: The camera girl: Yanchuan&lt;br /&gt;The camera OWNER: ME&lt;br /&gt;Ok. The posers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/R9Jh3dn5__I/AAAAAAAAAVU/IWA5I9rcAJ0/s1600-h/DSC01266.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/R9Jh3dn5__I/AAAAAAAAAVU/IWA5I9rcAJ0/s320/DSC01266.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175306527274827762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Miao Pin was actually want to kiss Shu Shen to pose. But.....you know it failed..Because......You get it don't you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Another crazy day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, Kazuki's food is quite nice comparitively to Motomiya. But the rice is so little that it only feed me half full.&lt;br /&gt;Ohh, shouldn't have said that. I'm Not Greedy Ok?!&lt;br /&gt;Maybe its because of the promotion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Happy Birthday Dato Seri Samy Vellu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I mean, its Happy Birthday Dato Shu Shen. (Psst...Psst..She says she wanna be a politician)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Keeping fingers crossed that today's election  will be  a fair 1.  Maybe its only my imagination.=.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/2233111503506437540-8849937612057581140?l=wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com/feeds/8849937612057581140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233111503506437540&amp;postID=8849937612057581140&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233111503506437540/posts/default/8849937612057581140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233111503506437540/posts/default/8849937612057581140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com/2008/03/undilah-miss-s.html' title='Undilah Miss S'/><author><name>Miss Nobody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SEJAVlgndFI/AAAAAAAAAgA/80hANUop8ks/S220/DSC015651123.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/R9JZbdn5_yI/AAAAAAAAATs/hVZCzfeNJPM/s72-c/DSC01235.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233111503506437540.post-5941035835690445659</id><published>2008-03-02T22:39:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T10:29:06.168+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>I found the biggest book in my life!</title><content type='html'>There was one day when I suddenly found the biggest book ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/R8q86BaEFXI/AAAAAAAAASc/uWHFCeu8xO4/s1600-h/DSC01185.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/R8q86BaEFXI/AAAAAAAAASc/uWHFCeu8xO4/s320/DSC01185.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173154826984625522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lying on the floor at my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/R8q9kRaEFYI/AAAAAAAAASk/Wuvajq9t7cE/s1600-h/DSC01193.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/R8q9kRaEFYI/AAAAAAAAASk/Wuvajq9t7cE/s320/DSC01193.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173155552834098562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under curiosity, I got near the book.....try with all my might to open it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/R8q-KxaEFZI/AAAAAAAAASs/GBSLYBwYmUM/s1600-h/DSC01197.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/R8q-KxaEFZI/AAAAAAAAASs/GBSLYBwYmUM/s320/DSC01197.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173156214259062162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And unexpectedly to my amazement, I found the 42 corpse lying inside the box...&lt;br /&gt;Butterflies, beetles, bees, dragonflies, grasshoppers, moths...you named it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/R8q-xBaEFaI/AAAAAAAAAS0/2S42p9MTlUY/s1600-h/DSC01195.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/R8q-xBaEFaI/AAAAAAAAAS0/2S42p9MTlUY/s320/DSC01195.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173156871389058466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO.ACTUALLY.IT.TURNED.OUT.TO.BECOME.A.BIG COFFIN!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/R8rIMhaEFeI/AAAAAAAAATU/yxbcOr9cOhA/s1600-h/DSC01196.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/R8rIMhaEFeI/AAAAAAAAATU/yxbcOr9cOhA/s400/DSC01196.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173167239440111074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And...and those killer dare to put their names on it! And ooohh...some weird weird species names...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/R8rIzxaEFfI/AAAAAAAAATc/SG_zirBALhg/s1600-h/DSC01191.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/R8rIzxaEFfI/AAAAAAAAATc/SG_zirBALhg/s320/DSC01191.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173167913749976562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sorry to tell you, I was the killer. Please don't put me in jail. Sixth form made me do this. I'm Innocent~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, okok. So lame, right? But yea, this is my Massive, Gigantic Project I been talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hot sun lar, getting injured lar, feeling dizzy after smelling chloroform lar&lt;br /&gt;Late nights at my house to do the box lar, think lar, what lar...&lt;br /&gt;*faints*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/R8rAtxaEFcI/AAAAAAAAATE/LwU6hqpDMKI/s1600-h/DSC01203.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/R8rAtxaEFcI/AAAAAAAAATE/LwU6hqpDMKI/s320/DSC01203.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173159014577739202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wondering whether this box is worth it? HRmmm........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES! Its worth...all the single teeny weeny effort. And I enjoyed bits of it. Cut off the sweat part and the chloroform dizziness part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course, I didn't do it alone. SIAO AAAHH?! I would been half dead already. It it wasn't the creativeness of Miss Shu Shen, the strong and sometimes crazy Mean Wei and the neat SinHui, you won't even see this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, let me present you....THE.KING.OF.BOOK!! (Shu Shen call one, none of my buisness!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/R8rEfhaEFdI/AAAAAAAAATM/de1W-VVOL6A/s1600-h/P2141180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/R8rEfhaEFdI/AAAAAAAAATM/de1W-VVOL6A/s320/P2141180.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173163167811114450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ok. The End.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT? What are you waiting?CLAP LAR! Worth the clap right?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S : So sorry almost all the pictures are a bit blur. Because its dark and ...oh well, dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PPS: OMG, after typing all these stuff, I only know Miss Cheryl ALREADY posted up. Wth. Hers is also very very very nice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2233111503506437540-5941035835690445659?l=wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com/feeds/5941035835690445659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233111503506437540&amp;postID=5941035835690445659&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233111503506437540/posts/default/5941035835690445659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233111503506437540/posts/default/5941035835690445659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheremyheartiz.blogspot.com/2008/03/day-where-i-found-biggest-book.html' title='I found the biggest book in my life!'/><author><name>Miss Nobody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/SEJAVlgndFI/AAAAAAAAAgA/80hANUop8ks/S220/DSC015651123.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_xdhmufa5lOM/R8q86BaEFXI/AAAAAAAAASc/uWHFCeu8xO4/s72-c/DSC01185.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry></feed>
