<?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-7662883373220399744</id><updated>2012-01-25T13:00:08.935+08:00</updated><title type='text'>neon, its neon</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://re-re-re-11.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662883373220399744/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://re-re-re-11.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>girl playing hide &amp;amp; seek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02390749792733793893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>40</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662883373220399744.post-6253178737252495066</id><published>2008-07-10T21:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T22:11:26.715+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pottypants!</title><content type='html'>one week after, i'll be leaving and i felt like i've not done alot. like, stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;joe said it's normal and he felt the same way too. =D so yay! im not the only one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not like im never coming back anyway =/ its just probably 6 months. heck, i've not seen some of my friends for 6 months too. no bigs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a&gt;\\\&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221384620417516210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Xn4qh5vdLZg/SHYVpe-sgrI/AAAAAAAAAN0/JQuI2Pdg_f0/s400/tokyo-souvenir12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cute? yes! they are macaroons, fake ones. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221384618613396722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Xn4qh5vdLZg/SHYVpYQj1PI/AAAAAAAAANs/oGZPG5UvWM4/s400/2384925362_ae1d2ff732_o.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;more cute desserts! fake of course! from q-pot by tadaaki wakamatsu. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i've been ooh aahing over them for ages and because of that ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i discovered a cute toy AGAIN. it's more like an adult's toy because i bet kids would make a mess outta it. i'ts that messy heheh. =.=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's called..... Decotti! by takara tomy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it allows you to customize your own dessert accessory and its so cute la omg..&gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221384609810276706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Xn4qh5vdLZg/SHYVo3du4WI/AAAAAAAAANc/yjsGiqLQw5A/s400/Decotti01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;just squeeze the "cream" and deco with the strawberries and diamontes and let it dry i think! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221384616027608818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Xn4qh5vdLZg/SHYVpOoD1vI/AAAAAAAAANk/j9LwFBPrObs/s400/DECOTTI__TAKARA_TOMY_001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;and get this!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i costs about rm100 per box i think.. since its around 2900yen. which is quite expensive. o.o. for a keychain!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;no wonder i see so many of these stuff labelled "handmade" in poupee girls. cheh. they bought that macaroon keychain making kit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i thought they crafted everything from scratch. i was so impressed at 1st and thought, " wahhh, those jap girls so geng"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&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/7662883373220399744-6253178737252495066?l=re-re-re-11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://re-re-re-11.blogspot.com/feeds/6253178737252495066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7662883373220399744&amp;postID=6253178737252495066' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662883373220399744/posts/default/6253178737252495066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662883373220399744/posts/default/6253178737252495066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://re-re-re-11.blogspot.com/2008/07/pottypants.html' title='pottypants!'/><author><name>girl playing hide &amp;amp; seek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02390749792733793893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Xn4qh5vdLZg/SHYVpe-sgrI/AAAAAAAAAN0/JQuI2Pdg_f0/s72-c/tokyo-souvenir12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662883373220399744.post-7492551863335592850</id><published>2008-07-01T16:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T17:07:24.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Xn4qh5vdLZg/SGnzNBIQTRI/AAAAAAAAANU/rKuzcfjEYQY/s1600-h/IMG_4113+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217969048252337426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Xn4qh5vdLZg/SGnzNBIQTRI/AAAAAAAAANU/rKuzcfjEYQY/s400/IMG_4113+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;it's scary to see so many homogeneous office people&lt;/span&gt; walking about, crossing roads while clutching their wallets with their name tag swinging from their neck during lunch hour. i really hope i don't end up as one. and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;it's kinda silly to say that even&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;i want to be in a place where i can just work at my own pace, and do things that i can pour my passion into.. and that's so difficult. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;and i'm gonna do finance. this is so screwed up. haih..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/7662883373220399744-7492551863335592850?l=re-re-re-11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://re-re-re-11.blogspot.com/feeds/7492551863335592850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7662883373220399744&amp;postID=7492551863335592850' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662883373220399744/posts/default/7492551863335592850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662883373220399744/posts/default/7492551863335592850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://re-re-re-11.blogspot.com/2008/07/its-scary-to-see-so-many-homogeneous.html' title=''/><author><name>girl playing hide &amp;amp; seek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02390749792733793893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Xn4qh5vdLZg/SGnzNBIQTRI/AAAAAAAAANU/rKuzcfjEYQY/s72-c/IMG_4113+(2).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662883373220399744.post-4954933389533064820</id><published>2008-06-26T17:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T17:51:25.969+08:00</updated><title type='text'>one plus one is..</title><content type='html'>there goes my rm200... spent on watching Beauty &amp;amp; the Beast musical with emma &amp;amp; XL. i think it's only worth rm150 because there was some glitches here and there. im an unhappy customer &gt;=/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other than that, it was pretty good though. but who am i to judge because, er i only watched 2 musicals in my lifetime. &gt;&lt; and out of the 2 musicals, one of them is performed by my school. hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to bangsar AGAIN with hy and emma last week and i swear not to go there anymore till..well.till i come back because each time i go there, i'll miss a turn and i end up in somewhere else. screw the signboards!! my petrol arrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so to compensate for the loss of petrol, we ate banana leaf rice which doesn't come cheap too. cheaper than DELIcious tho. yes definitely. screw DELIcious!! screw everything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is bad, every single thing annoys the hell outta me these days. i get ragey and angry over the smallest things. bad bad bad..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just settled my tuition fees in Macquarie Uni. check.&lt;br /&gt;other than that, blankss. i gotta progress!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder what's with me being last minute. 0.0&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662883373220399744-4954933389533064820?l=re-re-re-11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://re-re-re-11.blogspot.com/feeds/4954933389533064820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7662883373220399744&amp;postID=4954933389533064820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662883373220399744/posts/default/4954933389533064820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662883373220399744/posts/default/4954933389533064820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://re-re-re-11.blogspot.com/2008/06/one-plus-one-is.html' title='one plus one is..'/><author><name>girl playing hide &amp;amp; seek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02390749792733793893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662883373220399744.post-1506970970541544537</id><published>2008-06-23T19:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T19:21:06.307+08:00</updated><title type='text'>embrace youth</title><content type='html'>i thought once i remove my braces, people would start to take me more seriously..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't lie, with braces on, anyone would look immature! like my neighbour, mr.x who just became a dad and i looked at him with his braces on i thought "u? a dad??"  0_0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i was inquiring about the poslaju services at the counter today, the lady just talked to me as though as i was too young and immature. in short, she wasn't taking me seriously -.- she looked like she wanted to laugh at me. &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was just asking a question like any normal person would... sobs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662883373220399744-1506970970541544537?l=re-re-re-11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://re-re-re-11.blogspot.com/feeds/1506970970541544537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7662883373220399744&amp;postID=1506970970541544537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662883373220399744/posts/default/1506970970541544537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662883373220399744/posts/default/1506970970541544537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://re-re-re-11.blogspot.com/2008/06/embrace-youth.html' title='embrace youth'/><author><name>girl playing hide &amp;amp; seek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02390749792733793893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662883373220399744.post-5986014702487920531</id><published>2008-06-22T12:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T12:33:53.742+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;i had a b'day celebration last weekend at Nerovivo!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;the place was so hidden, if Bijan wasn't next to it, nobody could've ever find it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;i hate celebrating my b'days because i usually get really nervous and frustrated. you'll be worrying about the guests and make sure they are not alone and make them mingle, worrying whether they can find the place, worrying about the food and worrying about practically everything and i thought it's my birthday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;i tried my best to make everyone feel comfortable, although im not sure whether it was working or not. i wished my highschool friends would try to talk to my college friends but as expected they did not. so the mingling part is def not working. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214558224797858802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Xn4qh5vdLZg/SF3VE9mq-_I/AAAAAAAAAM0/392-2TNBekw/s400/IMG_2463.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214558234504768002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Xn4qh5vdLZg/SF3VFhw-qgI/AAAAAAAAAM8/T8Lxqo4V9NE/s400/IMG_2471.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214558216985196642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Xn4qh5vdLZg/SF3VEgf_OGI/AAAAAAAAAMs/HhMY7np0N7I/s400/IMG_2466.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214558239407179234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Xn4qh5vdLZg/SF3VF0BzheI/AAAAAAAAANE/dqv_9AimPRY/s400/IMG_2490.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662883373220399744-5986014702487920531?l=re-re-re-11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://re-re-re-11.blogspot.com/feeds/5986014702487920531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7662883373220399744&amp;postID=5986014702487920531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662883373220399744/posts/default/5986014702487920531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662883373220399744/posts/default/5986014702487920531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://re-re-re-11.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-had-bday-celebration-last-weekend-at.html' title=''/><author><name>girl playing hide &amp;amp; seek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02390749792733793893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Xn4qh5vdLZg/SF3VE9mq-_I/AAAAAAAAAM0/392-2TNBekw/s72-c/IMG_2463.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662883373220399744.post-3123595801409402299</id><published>2008-06-19T18:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T18:46:36.729+08:00</updated><title type='text'>how a sunday should be like</title><content type='html'>i was driving back home and i felt so so sleepy and comfortable because it was raining and the weather is just so shiok! and so happen my windscreen wipers are switched on, i felt like i was being hynotized.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662883373220399744-3123595801409402299?l=re-re-re-11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://re-re-re-11.blogspot.com/feeds/3123595801409402299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7662883373220399744&amp;postID=3123595801409402299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662883373220399744/posts/default/3123595801409402299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662883373220399744/posts/default/3123595801409402299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://re-re-re-11.blogspot.com/2008/06/how-sunday-should-be-like.html' title='how a sunday should be like'/><author><name>girl playing hide &amp;amp; seek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02390749792733793893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662883373220399744.post-4488208084773655071</id><published>2008-06-16T12:52:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T20:02:53.891+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tongues+urbanites+polyvore</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?.mid=embed&amp;amp;id=1922216"&gt;&lt;img title="down 2 earth" height="400" src="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-set/BQcDAAAAAwoDanBnAAAABC5vdXQKFllLcUR1MTg3M1JHWWw1bnA5dklYdlEAAAACaWQKAWUAAAAEc2l6ZQ.jpg" width="400" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So &lt;a href="http://www.tonguechic.com/"&gt;Tongue in Chic&lt;/a&gt; has this contest where you have to essemble an outfit using polyvore. and i want the rm20 voucher so bad so i could find an excuse to shop during the &lt;a href="http://www.urbanscapes.com.my/"&gt;Urbanscapes &lt;/a&gt;event. *cross fingers* my outfit is kinda bland.. but i like it that way.so whatever =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?.mid=embed&amp;amp;id=1953728"&gt;&lt;img title="transition" height="400" src="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-set/BQcDAAAAAwoDanBnAAAABC5vdXQKFjhHYUZ0QkU5M1JHVHd4WVFJQlg1S3cAAAACaWQKAWUAAAAEc2l6ZQ.jpg" width="400" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i made another set few days ago in the morning.. i think im kinda addicted to polyvore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662883373220399744-4488208084773655071?l=re-re-re-11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://re-re-re-11.blogspot.com/feeds/4488208084773655071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7662883373220399744&amp;postID=4488208084773655071' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662883373220399744/posts/default/4488208084773655071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662883373220399744/posts/default/4488208084773655071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://re-re-re-11.blogspot.com/2008/06/so-tongue-in-chic-has-this-contest.html' title='tongues+urbanites+polyvore'/><author><name>girl playing hide &amp;amp; seek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02390749792733793893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662883373220399744.post-7807072777763799231</id><published>2008-06-15T18:17:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T19:27:46.177+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;i've been so busy playing this thing called &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;poupee girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; till i forget about the time and things to do. its that addictive. but i think its only for the girls though. my poupee is just at the side bar! this poupee girl thing is quite shallow.. and maybe childish. strictly not for serious ppl haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realize that alot of birthdays fall in june! but its just how i feel i guess.. its like every other day in this month, i'd hear.."oh..her bday is coming soon" and tons of birthday comments all around facebook. and no, im not a facebook addict. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and of course, my birthday happens to fall on this month too! So what happened that day? nothing ~ its just plain ol dinner with the family @&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; a chinese restaurant&lt;/span&gt;. the place was incredibly quiet sumore. there used to be alot of people but eversince they renovated and changed its name, not many people visited. it was good food..good food. it's funny this year though, because most of the bday wishes came from &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;unexpected people&lt;/span&gt;. and it's just different. not that i care, it's just another year older and &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;maybe wiser&lt;/span&gt; =P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've never got a chance to explore my laptop's camera settings and functions till just now because it used to be so dim till i cant see my face, but that's because i didnt choose for backlight compensation ( didn't realize) &gt;&lt;&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212055375347268066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Xn4qh5vdLZg/SFTwv809OeI/AAAAAAAAALM/DXzj5z9chSE/s400/174706.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;stary starry! so weird, such a coincidence that one of the stars is at the centre of my forehead. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212058186266346818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Xn4qh5vdLZg/SFTzTkUShUI/AAAAAAAAAME/_BzX9-zx4n0/s400/175455.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ma soulmate dissing me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212058183065891538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Xn4qh5vdLZg/SFTzTYZPctI/AAAAAAAAAL0/jZeGIVDhdsU/s400/175607.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;shiny shiny! *amazed*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212058181818977618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Xn4qh5vdLZg/SFTzTTv9DVI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Scn_xeJg2vM/s400/175615.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;still amazed and trying to grab 'em&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212055389421411026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Xn4qh5vdLZg/SFTwwxQfmtI/AAAAAAAAALU/RrrHhX4ANSw/s400/174747.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that's me at the olympics yo.. it actually tracks my face..so when i go underwater, the spectators wil be like "woah".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212055394946164114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Xn4qh5vdLZg/SFTwxF1spZI/AAAAAAAAALc/lH7HyeqXtYg/s400/175816.jpg" border="0" /&gt; im trying to pet the cat..but it took so long to be awake, so i got excited n scratched it hard, real hard! and this is when it's about to jump!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212055398414917282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Xn4qh5vdLZg/SFTwxSwtnqI/AAAAAAAAALs/cty1mts1HMM/s400/175155.jpg" border="0" /&gt;this is how i will look like if my face is in symmetry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212055398453027474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Xn4qh5vdLZg/SFTwxS5zIpI/AAAAAAAAALk/E88108HBfSo/s400/180040.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;T_T&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Also, i was really impressed with the developed pics from my Fisheye. they all look pretty..it's so difficult to take nice ones.. but that's really not the point of a lomo cam anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212058193875759954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Xn4qh5vdLZg/SFTzUAqg81I/AAAAAAAAAMM/taZW8_DxbDg/s400/000037.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;that's my brothah n his friend. love this pic alot. Alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212058204325713378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Xn4qh5vdLZg/SFTzUnl-leI/AAAAAAAAAMU/M6PjSLk-sB8/s400/000012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;this one is taken in pangkor + joe's feet who's in need of an emergency pedicure. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212060609480960178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Xn4qh5vdLZg/SFT1gnfrKLI/AAAAAAAAAMk/IGZHf0c3IUA/s400/000015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;another really nice picture, because you can really see the colour of the water. and this is take at the so called "private" mini island haha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212060602656929106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Xn4qh5vdLZg/SFT1gOEstVI/AAAAAAAAAMc/TnjmGQ3Xe_I/s400/000008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;noticed a smokish thingy at the left? it's just freaky, this is taken at the hutan next to the beach. luckily no one is in the picture..if not, that'll be awesomehaha. choi choi..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;i celebrate my belated last night, that'll be in another post though. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;********and &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;happy birthday&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;ms. jia yen&lt;/span&gt; who is still in melbourne! *********&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662883373220399744-7807072777763799231?l=re-re-re-11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://re-re-re-11.blogspot.com/feeds/7807072777763799231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7662883373220399744&amp;postID=7807072777763799231' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662883373220399744/posts/default/7807072777763799231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662883373220399744/posts/default/7807072777763799231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://re-re-re-11.blogspot.com/2008/06/ive-been-so-busy-playing-this-thing.html' title=''/><author><name>girl playing hide &amp;amp; seek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02390749792733793893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Xn4qh5vdLZg/SFTwv809OeI/AAAAAAAAALM/DXzj5z9chSE/s72-c/174706.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662883373220399744.post-7387353570184457811</id><published>2008-06-08T18:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T19:19:10.128+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pretty pretty</title><content type='html'>i dont quite understand some things. first, almost everybody is complaining about the increase in fuel price. can't they get a life? i know it's gonna be a big change and things are gonna be difficult, but don't they know that compared to many countries, the fuel price in our country is much lower? and instead of ranting about, why not make sure the funds used to subsidise the fuel before are put into good use by the government. it's hiliarious seeing some ppl saying that it's no point living in this country anymore and migrate somewhere else. other problematic issues like corruption in our country is another thing. not to be mixed up though. i dont know if im sounding naive like everyone else, but this is coming from a mind of a 19 yr old to be anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;another thing is, i forgot. -__________- hehe. oh i suddenly remember, i dont get it when ppl queued to fill up petrol in their car when the increment was announced. because it's not gonna make much difference unless they take a huge container and store thousands of litre of petrol for spare. other than that, i just dont see the point of queuing and waiting for 2 hours to fill up. and summore they are wasting time and also wasting their fuel because.. dont tell me the aircon doesnt need fuel to work. and not to mention, putting a burden on ur poor brakes. time for servicing! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i just dont know la. im not a big supporter of the government too but dont need la join facebook groups like " malaysians who hate badawi" or " 1mil msians who are not happy with rm2.70 per litre of petrol". luckily my blog not famous like kennysia. if he were to post something like this he would've suffered from overload of net bashings, punching, or whatever you call it. poor guy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209466470594390146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Xn4qh5vdLZg/SEu-J3EWKII/AAAAAAAAALE/lrwKcevUsH0/s400/IMG_7274.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;pic taken off from facehunter...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;the picture above is so pretty! love the flowers on the grass. reminds me of alice in wonderland. i dont mind seating on that grass provided it's dry and i cant see the soil. and i dont see any worms or bugs around. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;im so difficult to deal with sometimes because most of the time, i refuse to step on grass because it's wet/muddy/i can see the soil/grass not nice. and then, i'll take the longer route.sometimes, joezer will push and force me to walk on the grassy path which i will struggle to get off him. if only all the grass are dry and nice like the picture above, then i dont need to take the longer route. =P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662883373220399744-7387353570184457811?l=re-re-re-11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://re-re-re-11.blogspot.com/feeds/7387353570184457811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7662883373220399744&amp;postID=7387353570184457811' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662883373220399744/posts/default/7387353570184457811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662883373220399744/posts/default/7387353570184457811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://re-re-re-11.blogspot.com/2008/06/pretty-pretty.html' title='pretty pretty'/><author><name>girl playing hide &amp;amp; seek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02390749792733793893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Xn4qh5vdLZg/SEu-J3EWKII/AAAAAAAAALE/lrwKcevUsH0/s72-c/IMG_7274.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662883373220399744.post-4885347231231240664</id><published>2008-06-04T14:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T14:33:50.281+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i normally dont post about where i went and stuff like that but this time i feel that i need to. because....... i drove to bangsar on saturday! without knowing the way, relying on instincts and sign board and also my friend hy, who contributed on the way back. and we were very proud of ourselves^^ i know its no biggies, but its an accomplishment for me and her =DDD *cant be helped*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thought of bringing less money so that i can control my spending, of course it worked. temporarily only. i know im gonna be back there again. but there's one problem, i dont think i can remember how to get there =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are pics but hy seems reluctant to send them . i wonder why.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662883373220399744-4885347231231240664?l=re-re-re-11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://re-re-re-11.blogspot.com/feeds/4885347231231240664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7662883373220399744&amp;postID=4885347231231240664' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662883373220399744/posts/default/4885347231231240664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662883373220399744/posts/default/4885347231231240664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://re-re-re-11.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-normally-dont-post-about-where-i-went.html' title=''/><author><name>girl playing hide &amp;amp; seek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02390749792733793893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662883373220399744.post-4902526550019180325</id><published>2008-06-01T18:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T19:03:58.751+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im quite worried. that's all. i cant talk to anyone right now, just need to hide in a corner and be with myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662883373220399744-4902526550019180325?l=re-re-re-11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://re-re-re-11.blogspot.com/feeds/4902526550019180325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7662883373220399744&amp;postID=4902526550019180325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662883373220399744/posts/default/4902526550019180325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662883373220399744/posts/default/4902526550019180325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://re-re-re-11.blogspot.com/2008/06/im-quite-worried.html' title=''/><author><name>girl playing hide &amp;amp; seek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02390749792733793893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662883373220399744.post-1076056292521109886</id><published>2008-05-25T18:50:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T19:15:32.245+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Room space</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's a lazy Sunday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204269687584292914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Xn4qh5vdLZg/SDlHtRvLgDI/AAAAAAAAAKk/a_EGb6qO08c/s400/IMG_4186.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Naturally i will spend my day watching Naruto. My new crave.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204269683289325602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Xn4qh5vdLZg/SDlHtBvLgCI/AAAAAAAAAKc/jaDLlk5dFoA/s400/IMG_4191.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, i need to have my quick dessert. vanilla icecream with loads of strawberries, blueberries and bananas topped with whipped cream and chocolate sauce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204269683289325586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Xn4qh5vdLZg/SDlHtBvLgBI/AAAAAAAAAKU/RQ34IH0D74Q/s400/IMG_4183.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;While waiting for the next episode of Naruto to load, i made my newly bought toys pose for a photoshoot. It's so weird that i'm still having some obsession with cute toys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204269713354096722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Xn4qh5vdLZg/SDlHuxvLgFI/AAAAAAAAAK0/BPEwaeldVO4/s400/IMG_4198.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204269704764162114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Xn4qh5vdLZg/SDlHuRvLgEI/AAAAAAAAAKs/NrKVdB1-aWw/s400/IMG_4197.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204269919512526946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Xn4qh5vdLZg/SDlH6xvLgGI/AAAAAAAAAK8/EBLhB3Wux0E/s400/IMG_4208.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662883373220399744-1076056292521109886?l=re-re-re-11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://re-re-re-11.blogspot.com/feeds/1076056292521109886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7662883373220399744&amp;postID=1076056292521109886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662883373220399744/posts/default/1076056292521109886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662883373220399744/posts/default/1076056292521109886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://re-re-re-11.blogspot.com/2008/05/its-lazy-sunday-naturally-i-will-spend.html' title='Room space'/><author><name>girl playing hide &amp;amp; seek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02390749792733793893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Xn4qh5vdLZg/SDlHtRvLgDI/AAAAAAAAAKk/a_EGb6qO08c/s72-c/IMG_4186.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662883373220399744.post-2254412068230457928</id><published>2008-05-25T12:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T13:28:19.734+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just dont feel like posting anything today, the days before..and maybe tomorrow. im wondering how some bloggers can post several posts in a day, or at least a post daily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i cant resist myself from saying " David COOK, you won!!" i've been listening to his version of 'always be my baby' everyday. and i sing to it everyday. its crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;edit : im starting to believe that girls one year my junior ( 1990-ers) are way too hot? compared to.. other batches. right. something's fishy. =/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662883373220399744-2254412068230457928?l=re-re-re-11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://re-re-re-11.blogspot.com/feeds/2254412068230457928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7662883373220399744&amp;postID=2254412068230457928' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662883373220399744/posts/default/2254412068230457928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662883373220399744/posts/default/2254412068230457928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://re-re-re-11.blogspot.com/2008/05/just-dont-feel-like-posting-anything.html' title=''/><author><name>girl playing hide &amp;amp; seek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02390749792733793893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662883373220399744.post-6424728370108743984</id><published>2008-05-18T15:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T16:09:36.991+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>after reading xiaxue's post about her getting her tongue pierced made me all excited again.. seeing the video got me even more excited! fwraah~~ i think it all started 3-4 years ago when this waiter at kimgary served my family and we happened to notice his tongue stud and we sort of interrogated him. asking whther it hurt anot, this la and that. then my eyes sparkled. *_*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but of course, i never went for it. chicken me..and knowing that it can cause chipped tooth..and other oral related complications. but one thing though, tongue piercing has gotten a lil common..*turned off* but but..deep down i know im itching to get one. Y___Y&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my tragus piercing has been giving me problems since joe left.hypertrophic scarring la,pus oozing out la. that's what happens when you take it for granted. now i do sea salt soaks every night till my head also senget to the left d. then clean with saline solution. and THEN, clean with diluted tea tree oil for the scarring. so not looking forward to night time.but i still love it.. hehe ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, enough of crappy piercings. my head has got this throbbing pain again..something like a headache. quite similar to what i experienced last year. im so scared now. &gt;&lt; and my finger nails are quite pale..omg im.so.worried. i hope it's just a post-period syndrome. which i normally dont get.. haih.. plsplspls!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662883373220399744-6424728370108743984?l=re-re-re-11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://re-re-re-11.blogspot.com/feeds/6424728370108743984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7662883373220399744&amp;postID=6424728370108743984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662883373220399744/posts/default/6424728370108743984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662883373220399744/posts/default/6424728370108743984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://re-re-re-11.blogspot.com/2008/05/after-reading-xiaxues-post-about-her.html' title=''/><author><name>girl playing hide &amp;amp; seek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02390749792733793893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662883373220399744.post-4947820144535690430</id><published>2008-05-14T14:51:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T15:29:19.787+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when you let your heart win!!</title><content type='html'>i removed by braces yesterday! well..only the bottom ones. *sad* and i keep hearing stories about how the removal part will be the worst and it felt like your teeth is being yanked off..so exaggerated! -________________- i felt a click each time it's being removed. thats all. now, im waiiiitttinnng for the day to come where i can remove the upper part as well! sucha long wait...sheesh..ppl keep asking when im gonna get it removed already..and it bores me answer them the same thing over and over again.. some day loh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200129314674513650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Xn4qh5vdLZg/SCqSD2tFFvI/AAAAAAAAAKE/GN7_KN1TTPI/s400/paramore.jpg" border="0" /&gt;currently addicted to Paramore's "that's what you get".. for a while, the lead singer kinda reminds me of avril last time, minus the teenage emo rockstar wannabe vibe. she rocked that red hair too.. love it...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;a bat just flew into my house last night, everyone went crazy...'cept for my dad..who caught it. this is so random lah. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200129318969480962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Xn4qh5vdLZg/SCqSEGtFFwI/AAAAAAAAAKM/O3toCqt20MQ/s400/IMG_0115.jpg" border="0" /&gt;these 2 (HY and busty woman) will be the only ones accompanying be while the rest are...burried under their books. they aren't that free also actually.. aih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and im desperate for a fringed sling bag now.. where to get leh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662883373220399744-4947820144535690430?l=re-re-re-11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://re-re-re-11.blogspot.com/feeds/4947820144535690430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7662883373220399744&amp;postID=4947820144535690430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662883373220399744/posts/default/4947820144535690430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662883373220399744/posts/default/4947820144535690430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://re-re-re-11.blogspot.com/2008/05/when-you-let-your-heart-win.html' title='when you let your heart win!!'/><author><name>girl playing hide &amp;amp; seek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02390749792733793893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Xn4qh5vdLZg/SCqSD2tFFvI/AAAAAAAAAKE/GN7_KN1TTPI/s72-c/paramore.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662883373220399744.post-203524361719294754</id><published>2008-05-11T20:45:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T21:25:43.874+08:00</updated><title type='text'>another randomdom</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;im sucha lousy daughter. my mom, brothers and i were about to buy a mother's day cake today at the bakery . when she was paying for it only i realize i should've paid instead. INSTEAD, i was just standing next to her and staring into space..daydreaming or something. im always daydreaming / staring into space with a blank mind.. must be one of the laziness package. im scared people who think of me as lazy will just imagine me as a bucket of oil..that's how my mom refers to people who move around lazily. haha..ok. uh, happy mother's day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;...joezer...&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;joezer&gt;haih! i miss joezer so much.. it's like an off and on thing. so i try not to let anything trigger that emotion...what to do!! when i see couples together outside i get really envious..when watching movies also emo..sigh. but no worries, i keep telling myself that i'll be seeing him alot in 2 months time. which doesnt seem to be near anytime soon..seeing how the 1st month passed by slowly!!! and then read blog, oso sad..this blogger(s) was complaining that she's gonna b upset when she doesn't see her boyfriend for 2 days or so cus they hangout and enjoy each other's company everyday. -________________________- god BLESS her. sigh sigh sigh!!! and now joezer dont want to call me.. and he said he miss me some more..what is this!! sigh sigh sigh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/joezer&gt;&lt; / joezer &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im currently suspecting that my maid uses my oil blotter, nose pore pack, hand cream and other stuff which im not aware of because its impossible to tell whether things like my hair serum has been used or not. and she eats up my candies. reads all my stuff like my small girl notebook. but i just pretended nothing happened lah. dont want to wrongly accuse someone... later she destroy my bras and add detergent into my shower gel die lor. better not..better not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and with reference to jiayen's post about harmful ingredients some time ago, i wanna talk about how HERBAL ESSENCE ( the shampoo) caused massive dryness to my hair. okla, not massive, but you know..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bought herbal essence some time ago ( before reading jiayen's post of course!) and use use use..but i didnt really like it though, just for the scent maybe and because it really nid it after i sweat out. my hair is like this oil factory. after reading the post about Sodium Laureth Sulphate (SLS) aka harmful ingredient in shampoos..i checked my shampoos and to my horror, both my shampoos (L'oreal &amp;amp; Herbal Essence) contain SLS. so i use my emergency spare shampoo, Pantene which, thank god, doesnt has SLS. use use use. then finish and no choice, use herbal essence everyday because i keep forgetting to buy a new shampoo. now my hair dry like hell. and SLS also can be found in one of my shower gel ( dettol).. i even checked some of the common brands in supermarket, and majority of the shampoos and shower gels contain SLS! o___o . so, the SAFE brands to use are( as far as im concerned) : Shokubutsu for body and Pantene for hair. and maybe johnson's and johnson's because it's for babies.. so.. i cant believe i typed this long about stupid SLS. another one is parabens..that one is almost totally unavoidable. found in almost all cosmetics and skincare. i guess i have to start making my own soap and shampoos soon..-__-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662883373220399744-203524361719294754?l=re-re-re-11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://re-re-re-11.blogspot.com/feeds/203524361719294754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7662883373220399744&amp;postID=203524361719294754' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662883373220399744/posts/default/203524361719294754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662883373220399744/posts/default/203524361719294754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://re-re-re-11.blogspot.com/2008/05/another-randomdom.html' title='another randomdom'/><author><name>girl playing hide &amp;amp; seek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02390749792733793893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662883373220399744.post-3176207649348741785</id><published>2008-05-06T10:29:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T19:45:41.264+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunshine over</title><content type='html'>i've been going thru many nights where i cant sleep.it's so bad that i thought of switching my sleeping time to the day and be active at night. then i'll be wandering the streets at night and the only place i can go to will be 7-11 -.- during the day, my curtains will be shut tight and doors locked when i sleep till my breakfast at 8pm. i was thinking about all these when i was trying to make myself sleep. and i even wonder if i can make it into the Guiness World Records by doing so..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since young i know im more a night person rather than a day person. i like staying up late even when i was 3. and watch tv. -_____- i find it thrilling to stay up late and do my stuff when everyone is asleep with quiet surrounding. and im the only one with a lively room while it's dark outside. i dunno why but im making myself sound like catwoman. &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Recently, i bought this Sushi Rolling Machine by Bandai Namco at Isetan. Ok, it's a toy but so what! it WORKS! who said toys are just meant to be toys! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197098599810036450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Xn4qh5vdLZg/SB_NpCBbcuI/AAAAAAAAAJk/PKB5WGI7hdI/s400/sushi-roller.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was really amazing to witness it being rolled out as a sushi roll. felt like i was playing masak -masak but a more life-like one. where i can eat!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197098604105003762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Xn4qh5vdLZg/SB_NpSBbcvI/AAAAAAAAAJs/LTsZLuq52hM/s400/sushi_rolling_machine-thumb.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;it's so easy to make one. totally fool-proof. im so happy! wheee~! *jumps around like a kid*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197098604105003778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Xn4qh5vdLZg/SB_NpSBbcwI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/XLzL5DNs5Fw/s400/IMG_4084.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;n this is the result. i know, i can make better than this =P 1st time wat&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197098608399971090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Xn4qh5vdLZg/SB_NpiBbcxI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/0RRDkZRb_yI/s400/IMG_4085.JPG" border="0" /&gt;since i made sushiroll, make onigiri also lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662883373220399744-3176207649348741785?l=re-re-re-11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://re-re-re-11.blogspot.com/feeds/3176207649348741785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7662883373220399744&amp;postID=3176207649348741785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662883373220399744/posts/default/3176207649348741785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662883373220399744/posts/default/3176207649348741785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://re-re-re-11.blogspot.com/2008/05/sunshine-over.html' title='Sunshine over'/><author><name>girl playing hide &amp;amp; seek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02390749792733793893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Xn4qh5vdLZg/SB_NpCBbcuI/AAAAAAAAAJk/PKB5WGI7hdI/s72-c/sushi-roller.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662883373220399744.post-1567290387657174135</id><published>2008-04-30T12:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T13:21:20.754+08:00</updated><title type='text'>boo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Xn4qh5vdLZg/SBgBcSBbctI/AAAAAAAAAJc/oOM9P9BTEQk/s1600-h/IMG_4016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194903755557663442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Xn4qh5vdLZg/SBgBcSBbctI/AAAAAAAAAJc/oOM9P9BTEQk/s400/IMG_4016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;im in an incredibly happy mood right now! feel like jumping around and giving candies to everyone! woosh! there must be something in that 'lo mai kai' a.k.a glutinous rice with lotsa pork fats and god knows what they added into that dim sum. because there's this sudden surge of happiness after finishing my lunch. if only this lasts forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i dont know why but i've been spending alot lately, particularly on clothes. i told myself not to buy anymore because i dont want my luggage to be overweight when i leave. it's so hard for me to resist temptations *shoppaholic mode switched on* im supposed to save up for a dslr/NintendoDSlite which i've been eyeing for so long!! must must must stop buying unnecessary things and focus on my target!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so i suggested to mlynn that she and the rest of my friends should all donate/chip in to get a ndslite/dslr for my bday.. and she calculated that i'll need more than 150 ppl to chip in at least &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;rm10&lt;/span&gt;. so despo.. *looks away* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;a short lil post on American idol!&lt;/span&gt; : im so pissed that Carly Smithson got voted out! Brooke Bich White is still in, so is Jason Castrate Castro. those 2..annoying lil bugs. it's funny how much i hated David Cook last time because i thought he was arrogant and abit rock-star-wannabe-ish ..but im beginning to appreciate his voice now! my friend sent me studio versions of some of their songs..and im hooked to michael johns aka sexy 30yr old aussie 's 'A Days in the Life'. yay! at least i've got some sweet tunes to listen to! *gives away more candies!*&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/7662883373220399744-1567290387657174135?l=re-re-re-11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://re-re-re-11.blogspot.com/feeds/1567290387657174135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7662883373220399744&amp;postID=1567290387657174135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662883373220399744/posts/default/1567290387657174135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662883373220399744/posts/default/1567290387657174135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://re-re-re-11.blogspot.com/2008/04/boo.html' title='boo!'/><author><name>girl playing hide &amp;amp; seek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02390749792733793893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Xn4qh5vdLZg/SBgBcSBbctI/AAAAAAAAAJc/oOM9P9BTEQk/s72-c/IMG_4016.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662883373220399744.post-7594802472046190168</id><published>2008-04-24T11:26:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T12:13:35.754+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Phase</title><content type='html'>just decided that i'll squeeze in a short and pointless post before i go grocerry shopping ( one of my favourite past times ) with my mother at Jusco. oh jusco i love u! i love Milo too! no, not that milo beverage! Milo Ventimiglia! that guy is so bloody hot i dont know where to start. so for the time being, Milo will take over Joezer hahahahha. who ask u to leave? Milo Milo Milo.... i know he's 30, but that's the point. that makes him ever so hot. and he's dating Hayden pant..something. (i like to call her Hayden Pattiserrie ) .and Hayden, miss lil cheerleader is the same age as me!! so unfair! but i heart Hayden, she seems like a nice girl to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192654872026772146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Xn4qh5vdLZg/SBAEGCBbcrI/AAAAAAAAAJM/NBF4XQNX9O4/s400/Dedicace_014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its rare to see me admiring celebs like this. the last time i was like this..was....during those F4 days. so embarassing to say this but it's true. how silly i was! i mean, right till now, i still roll my eyes at those girls who go gooogoogaaagaaa over celebs. but how can their guys beat Milo! U_U he looks so gentlemanish, im not into playboy/nottie boy type. i like matured guys. now i know why Crystal adores (or that's what think) older men like our LAN teacher who has loads of chest hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192654872026772162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Xn4qh5vdLZg/SBAEGCBbcsI/AAAAAAAAAJU/lgDEhGhbF2U/s400/UltimateHayden_006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nevertheless, i still have joe in my heart. must state my conclusion. that's what i learned in college. college fees didnt go to waste afterall!  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662883373220399744-7594802472046190168?l=re-re-re-11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://re-re-re-11.blogspot.com/feeds/7594802472046190168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7662883373220399744&amp;postID=7594802472046190168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662883373220399744/posts/default/7594802472046190168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662883373220399744/posts/default/7594802472046190168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://re-re-re-11.blogspot.com/2008/04/phase.html' title='Phase'/><author><name>girl playing hide &amp;amp; seek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02390749792733793893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Xn4qh5vdLZg/SBAEGCBbcrI/AAAAAAAAAJM/NBF4XQNX9O4/s72-c/Dedicace_014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662883373220399744.post-3597481352265557227</id><published>2008-04-20T18:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T19:01:38.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>one chocolate SUNdae please!</title><content type='html'>it has been a long time ever since i felt this tired. i mean, how could i be tired? i dont have lousy college and i dont work. and i dont party. but i'm actually happy that im tired, at least i know i manage to occupy myself. i have to,if not i'll get so depressed n think about the purpose of my existence. *sigh* whateverrrrr (the bitchy whatever).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i m actually getting pretty annoyed by ppl using &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;wtf&lt;/span&gt; like nobody's business lor. they deserved to be wtf-ed because they say it out of the blue and end their sentences with wtf and maybe they even have wet dreams about it. &lt;&lt;&lt;see&gt;..im so sure all these wtf madness started from there..gosh...im getting goosebumps thinking about it. geez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been pretty pissy nowadays. friends n especially family members(esp mom) pls bear with me. maybe its because of you baby, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however, watching " Over Her Dead Body" lifted up my spirits a bit. its so funny la. romantic comedy, but the cinema was roaring with laughter because it's that funny. and because Eva Longoria Parker is in it, she always acts one kind 1 la. that particular type of role..speaking of her, im wondering if anyone actually has the entire series of Desperate Housewives. i think im starting to like it. so sinful!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662883373220399744-3597481352265557227?l=re-re-re-11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://re-re-re-11.blogspot.com/feeds/3597481352265557227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7662883373220399744&amp;postID=3597481352265557227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662883373220399744/posts/default/3597481352265557227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662883373220399744/posts/default/3597481352265557227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://re-re-re-11.blogspot.com/2008/04/one-chocolate-sundae-please.html' title='one chocolate SUNdae please!'/><author><name>girl playing hide &amp;amp; seek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02390749792733793893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662883373220399744.post-4244268804878930646</id><published>2008-04-18T15:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T15:48:53.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fishingnet!</title><content type='html'>i dont know why but nowadays i've gt mood towards anything related to the comp/internet..not a vry good sign. so i stumbled across this website hor, which teaches you how to fold your toilet papers like those seen in hotels. the weird thing is, they have many patterns. so it's origami toilet paper!! i dont know what's the purpose. those japs really have the ability to transform the toilet into a pleasant place to be in. heavenly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190484856712911938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Xn4qh5vdLZg/SAhOehBq3EI/AAAAAAAAAI0/jq4zff7Si9s/s400/toiletRolls.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.origami-resource-center.com/toilet-paper-origami.html"&gt;http://www.origami-resource-center.com/toilet-paper-origami.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;n then someone sent me forwarded email ( those mails with weird weird things la ) n the title said &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;" baby swimming (super cute!!)"&lt;/span&gt; so i open the mail while making guesses about what i'm about to see and this is wat i saw :&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190484865302846562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Xn4qh5vdLZg/SAhOfBBq3GI/AAAAAAAAAJE/bBGNthVZ9EA/s400/babyswim.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i think i've seen this picture somewhere but i forgot. but after seeing it this time PLUS the title..i was horrified o.o how can it be cute! it looks nasty on the babies and as though they are being strangled. they dont need to swim! i didnt swim when i was a baby..what has the world turned into... poor babies. it's in &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;china&lt;/span&gt; i think. the place where they do weird things to babies. and kids.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; im always having trouble with belts. they are either too short or too long. dont ask me why but i always buy the wrong size. if too short then transform into waist belt lor. if too long..i dunno! or sometimes when there are excess belt coming out after i buckled it. and it just dangles there. so annoying..finally, i found the solution! &gt;&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190484861007879250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Xn4qh5vdLZg/SAhOexBq3FI/AAAAAAAAAI8/RIOZY-xgaTA/s400/tie+belt+D+%26+G.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;just tie the belt! seen at D&amp;amp;G&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;actually there's alot of weird stuff la. just lazy. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662883373220399744-4244268804878930646?l=re-re-re-11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://re-re-re-11.blogspot.com/feeds/4244268804878930646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7662883373220399744&amp;postID=4244268804878930646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662883373220399744/posts/default/4244268804878930646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662883373220399744/posts/default/4244268804878930646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://re-re-re-11.blogspot.com/2008/04/fishingnet.html' title='fishingnet!'/><author><name>girl playing hide &amp;amp; seek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02390749792733793893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Xn4qh5vdLZg/SAhOehBq3EI/AAAAAAAAAI0/jq4zff7Si9s/s72-c/toiletRolls.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662883373220399744.post-7207882898566673693</id><published>2008-04-17T00:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T00:45:33.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when is winter gonna come</title><content type='html'>are we trying to fix a vase broken into pieces? because no matter how many times we fix it, it will break again, it's just not strong anymore. it's hard to let go of course, but it's better to face the reality than letting it break again and again till every single piece turns into nothing. i dont know what have we been going through. but no matter what, i will be more careful so that it doesnt break again. maybe paint a layer of protective shield over it too. that should do the trick. yes, that's a brilliant idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; i love you baby&lt;/span&gt; *&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662883373220399744-7207882898566673693?l=re-re-re-11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://re-re-re-11.blogspot.com/feeds/7207882898566673693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7662883373220399744&amp;postID=7207882898566673693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662883373220399744/posts/default/7207882898566673693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662883373220399744/posts/default/7207882898566673693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://re-re-re-11.blogspot.com/2008/04/when-is-winter-gonna-come.html' title='when is winter gonna come'/><author><name>girl playing hide &amp;amp; seek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02390749792733793893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662883373220399744.post-4188500891695587969</id><published>2008-04-15T14:01:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T01:00:47.762+08:00</updated><title type='text'>crampmsriods</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;im really upset because i think i've lost thousands of pictures because all of them is in my old hag stupiad spoil comp.i dunno whether it is still retrievable or not. i doubt any of my friends would be ever so kind to send me those pictures again. U_U they are busy like slavebees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but on the bright side, i bought a lappie at the pc fair last weekend.it was insane cus there was so many ppl,it was almost impossible to move if you dont push. when i came out, i was already all sweaty.bought a dell inspiron:white. other colors made me wanna vomit blood. so i got some difficulties installing this and that, i called DELL. those ppl over the phone have one of the most pleasant voices i've ever heard over the phone. i can imagine what one would have to do to pass an interview at DELL. hahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm,joe left for already a week and im doing pretty fine. it's not that difficult after all and i didnt cry when i sent him off. it was a pretty huge crwd because 50% was made up of his family. it saddens me to see his young cousins hugging him(like affectionately) while calling out 'da ge ge'. they are so cute and young..just cant help feeling sad for them because i know they are very close to him. i think everyone was going "awww...".. it was nervewrecking to be in the same place with his almost entire family..felt so pressured and 'watched'. as though there are thousands of cctvs around me. even zi li said i look awkward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189886477574265890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Xn4qh5vdLZg/SAYuQRBq3CI/AAAAAAAAAIk/6UPmb3YKal0/s400/IMG_3914.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; stuff i wrote for you way back in form4, folded into paper cranes. i unfold it n read it. how different i was.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189886481869233202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Xn4qh5vdLZg/SAYuQhBq3DI/AAAAAAAAAIs/EOppID_Eq_4/s400/IMG_3821.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;a picture u took of me. always love them!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i made a headband the other day, i've always wanted one of those elastic thin headband usually seen on fashion ads,spreads n stuff. just that they are so bloody expensive and im very and extremely stingy when it comes to accessories. i dont believe in paying rm30 for a cheap plastic bangle for rm 39.99 for a necklace. anything less than rm10 would be good. heeeeheeeeeeee. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189886468984331282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Xn4qh5vdLZg/SAYuPxBq3BI/AAAAAAAAAIc/_Pom8TcPLfM/s400/IMG_3932.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;the other headband i made!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;i went through boxes after boxes of ribbons, cloths and knickknacks in the storeroom. found loads of pretty cute lacey ribbons my mom bought last time, get ready the needles and thread and whatnots and start off according to the instructions in the website. it was easy tho. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189886460394396674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Xn4qh5vdLZg/SAYuPRBq3AI/AAAAAAAAAIU/lvahi-I9on4/s400/IMG_3926.JPG" border="0" /&gt;the end results! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;got instructions from here &gt;&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.alteredcloth.com/blog/2007/07/how-to-make-a-headband-easy-ribbon-headband.php"&gt;http://www.alteredcloth.com/blog/2007/07/how-to-make-a-headband-easy-ribbon-headband.php&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662883373220399744-4188500891695587969?l=re-re-re-11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://re-re-re-11.blogspot.com/feeds/4188500891695587969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7662883373220399744&amp;postID=4188500891695587969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662883373220399744/posts/default/4188500891695587969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662883373220399744/posts/default/4188500891695587969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://re-re-re-11.blogspot.com/2008/04/crampmsriods.html' title='crampmsriods'/><author><name>girl playing hide &amp;amp; seek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02390749792733793893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Xn4qh5vdLZg/SAYuQRBq3CI/AAAAAAAAAIk/6UPmb3YKal0/s72-c/IMG_3914.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662883373220399744.post-3549240451135574060</id><published>2008-03-31T13:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T13:44:54.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lazy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;so there was Earth Hour the other day, i only knew about this through A. Kittyli B. My 9 yr old brother. kittyli told me that they are gonna light up cndles@ the park when the electricity goes off, how fun! and my brother came back from school and told everyone in the family to switch off everything from 8-9 and so we did. it was only my bro, maids and me. switched off everything except for 1 or 2 lights and my bro n i had a lil chat while waiting for the time to pass. he was asking all sorts of questions about global warming and sadly, i couldnt answer most of them sobs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;" will saving the water help to reduce global warming?", " who causes global warming, ka-che?", "can we stop global warming?", "what is going to happen next time? i don't want to die so fast &gt;&lt;" and other questions a clueless 9-yr-old kid would ask. i never even know that the word "global warming" exist when i was 9.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662883373220399744-3549240451135574060?l=re-re-re-11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://re-re-re-11.blogspot.com/feeds/3549240451135574060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7662883373220399744&amp;postID=3549240451135574060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662883373220399744/posts/default/3549240451135574060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662883373220399744/posts/default/3549240451135574060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://re-re-re-11.blogspot.com/2008/03/lazy.html' title='lazy'/><author><name>girl playing hide &amp;amp; seek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02390749792733793893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662883373220399744.post-1737530902755125454</id><published>2008-03-27T19:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T20:02:16.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>triple-play !!!</title><content type='html'>you know,when ur friend got herself together with a guy, and they end up being like two elephant glue which makes u feel impossible to even try separating them for a while. and u feel like a gigantic lamp post for even walking behind them. and because of that, i really really *heart* my long time ol' bestie who DOESN't make me feel that way. i feel happy for them really. it was a breeze hanging out with them, both of them together for the 1st time. . so refreshing haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and i got my tragus pierced after don't know how many months. i can't wait to change my jewellery once it's healed! i'm very happy and thanks to Jojijoe for fetching me to hartamas and marvin for the directions despite him driving like someone with a bad hangover. now i know why piercings are addictive, because it makes u think when are you gonna get another one. that can't be happening, nope. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i watched dr.seuss's 'Horton hears a Who' and i love love love love love love it! actually, i didn't expect anything less since it's from dr. seuss! everybody should go watch it! it's so cute, touching, and not ur typical ice age or lame animal cartoon! i nearly cried at the climax of the movie...just don't want jojijoe to see me and tease me later on. heeheeeeeee. horton i love you!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;just bought the irridescent powder from MAC Fafi collection, can't remember wat it's called, but it's bronze like but quite subtle with shimmers and gold tones, which is wat i've been looking for. can't wait for the heatherette collection, patience! cus it's very pretty and i bet any girl who looked at it will go ooooh aaahhh and feel guilty for not purchasing it. girls will always be girls. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i realize i typed everything in short sections. it's a sign of laziness and tidak-apa attitude in me! and actually i feel very down today because of my uni application, so many complications. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662883373220399744-1737530902755125454?l=re-re-re-11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://re-re-re-11.blogspot.com/feeds/1737530902755125454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7662883373220399744&amp;postID=1737530902755125454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662883373220399744/posts/default/1737530902755125454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662883373220399744/posts/default/1737530902755125454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://re-re-re-11.blogspot.com/2008/03/triple-play.html' title='triple-play !!!'/><author><name>girl playing hide &amp;amp; seek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02390749792733793893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662883373220399744.post-8440765762696504331</id><published>2008-03-18T20:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T20:34:26.557+08:00</updated><title type='text'>how to say random?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;altho i was furious at my friends, i still heart them *heartsheartshearts* it's always like this: you tend to get angry towards ur loved ones. but never hate them. and vice versa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i've never been this bored in my entire life! i've turned into a robot because i live my life in a robotic schedule. it's so pathetic, shameful, sad, ( and other un-nice words) because here m i, so free, i should do more productive things n breathe in every atom of msian air before i leave T_______T &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because i was so bored, i decided to pimp ma mp3 yo. it's not an ipod mind you..it's a SONY, a mini not so high tech sony mp3. so i have to bring in the bling to make it look more hitech. and likeable. hehe&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179055639242943250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Xn4qh5vdLZg/R9-zqgEPKxI/AAAAAAAAAGo/993jKYOnqyg/s400/17.03.08-+040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;my pimped mp3 ( this pic is so nice!!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179055643537910562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Xn4qh5vdLZg/R9-zqwEPKyI/AAAAAAAAAGw/DCBTY3rfsbM/s400/17.03.08-+049.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;actually i wanna cover the entire mp3 with those bling, but i was too lazy to do so..it takes so much patience to do that!! i wish those bling were real crystals though..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;***&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;i've got nothing else to say =D and oh, i've got this very odd, out of the place, weird goldfish. it's the only one which does this almost 24/7...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179057941345413938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Xn4qh5vdLZg/R9-1wgEPKzI/AAAAAAAAAG4/h2TAH8dL5Gg/s400/17.03.08-+034.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;upsidey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;at 1st i thought it was dead, but no...it just has this habit of swimming and enjoying itself by being upside down. i don't even know why i bother looking at my fish..i was that bored. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662883373220399744-8440765762696504331?l=re-re-re-11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://re-re-re-11.blogspot.com/feeds/8440765762696504331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7662883373220399744&amp;postID=8440765762696504331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662883373220399744/posts/default/8440765762696504331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662883373220399744/posts/default/8440765762696504331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://re-re-re-11.blogspot.com/2008/03/how-to-say-random.html' title='how to say random?'/><author><name>girl playing hide &amp;amp; seek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02390749792733793893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Xn4qh5vdLZg/R9-zqgEPKxI/AAAAAAAAAGo/993jKYOnqyg/s72-c/17.03.08-+040.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662883373220399744.post-4874713341395138010</id><published>2008-03-07T18:16:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T18:46:57.014+08:00</updated><title type='text'>meow meow!</title><content type='html'>my friend eric recently commented in his blog saying that many bloggers nowadays are trying to be the next It blogger, which i couldnt agree more. some are just trying to hard. some put so many oh so beautiful pictures of themselves and some just couldn't stop mentioning every single thing they do like a step by step of eating a toast bread WITH pictures. haiyo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;like many others, kittyli just left for aussieland last month! no doubt one of my closest friend and beautymakeup partner and talkaboutanythingunderthesun soul mate. i admit that i was very furious with my other friends who used to go to the same highschool as we do during her farewell luncheon.. &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i felt like screaming and slapping each and everyone of them except those who actually realize that it IS afterall a farewell. i sound so violent, and yes i am that violent if i am damn angry. i also feel like slapping them again for always making up lame excuses.ie college assignments oh please! &lt;/span&gt;sick of hearing them and sick of hearing them discuss about college which is so 1 second ago. now, i can't believe im actually vending out my anger here, but it's definitely a safer choice than doing any physical harm to others! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;so the very last thing kittyli said to her parent was " mou har patches ah! " ( Don't bully patches*her dog*!!) OMG...i thought she was about to tell her dad to take care and stuff like that but nooo, she didnt. typical, she even told me that even if she comes back for a break, it's because of Patches. oh man.. haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;i didn't know i will cry, but i did. i know i am not good at holding back my tears. only me, jojijoe, jeraldsexmaniac and loon went to the airport. where are the GOOD friends? I don't know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662883373220399744-4874713341395138010?l=re-re-re-11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://re-re-re-11.blogspot.com/feeds/4874713341395138010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7662883373220399744&amp;postID=4874713341395138010' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662883373220399744/posts/default/4874713341395138010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662883373220399744/posts/default/4874713341395138010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://re-re-re-11.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-friend-eric-recently-commented-in.html' title='meow meow!'/><author><name>girl playing hide &amp;amp; seek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02390749792733793893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662883373220399744.post-7717846702503415219</id><published>2008-03-04T20:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T20:55:45.619+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the D word</title><content type='html'>i never bothered to read the nation section of the newspaper these days due to the elections..reading them is just like reading my moral textbooks. &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i had alot of things to blog about, but once im ready, everything sort of flow outta my mind. oh, i've added a new word to my dictionary, it's "SMEXY" = Smackin' sexy!i've been including that word in my daily conversations with joe hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;valentines was celebrated casually at my boy's house. we just cooked and packed food from outside and created our humble romantic dinner. what we cooked? haha, carbonara spaghetti cooked from a packet of sauce bought from isetan, just we dump that pack into boiling water, taddaa! and japanese curry rice cooked the same way. no fuss~ fuh! AND tapao caesar salad from Chili's, curry croquette from isetan, and rice with egg from a restaurant near his house. we are so lazy, shame on us. =( and even stole his mom's wine. tsk tsk..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173865975799671250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Xn4qh5vdLZg/R81DsVME6dI/AAAAAAAAAFo/VAeydPmGDqQ/s400/21.2.08+049.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;the croquette &amp;amp; da softshell crab maki.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173865971504703938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Xn4qh5vdLZg/R81DsFME6cI/AAAAAAAAAFg/oecGMmq1oXM/s400/21.2.08+043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;salad-carbonara-curry rice made us happy ^^ we ate like pigs as usual and i mean it because some girls would say they ate alot but actually, they only ate a mouthful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;***&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173865992979540482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Xn4qh5vdLZg/R81DtVME6gI/AAAAAAAAAGA/iMY-GfL3Euk/s400/21.2.08+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;attempted to make onigiri (something giri lah) and it was a tad too sticky. 1st time hehe.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173865984389605874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Xn4qh5vdLZg/R81Ds1ME6fI/AAAAAAAAAF4/xprWy3THm5A/s400/21.2.08+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;during CNY, BoBo visited us with her CNY costume which i didn't really like. but she's cute, so that makes up for it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173865980094638562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Xn4qh5vdLZg/R81DslME6eI/AAAAAAAAAFw/4uSkJkudUgQ/s400/21.2.08+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;you go grrrl!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662883373220399744-7717846702503415219?l=re-re-re-11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://re-re-re-11.blogspot.com/feeds/7717846702503415219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7662883373220399744&amp;postID=7717846702503415219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662883373220399744/posts/default/7717846702503415219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662883373220399744/posts/default/7717846702503415219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://re-re-re-11.blogspot.com/2008/03/d-word.html' title='the D word'/><author><name>girl playing hide &amp;amp; seek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02390749792733793893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Xn4qh5vdLZg/R81DsVME6dI/AAAAAAAAAFo/VAeydPmGDqQ/s72-c/21.2.08+049.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662883373220399744.post-2212215143507771031</id><published>2008-02-20T17:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T17:53:52.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>taxi lou</title><content type='html'>i can't drive, so i've been taking the cab around lately because my mom broke her right wrist. and i was so sick, disgusted, annoyed, angry at our dearest MALAYSIAN cab drivers because they refuse to use the meter! i know it's not new, but i don't use the cab u see, so i wasn't affected till lately. one of them replied my saying, "yong meter wan mm dou sek"(it's not possible to get adequate amount of income by using the meter) ok, but some are just plain lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i was very happy just now when this fifty something malay uncle, did not refuse to fetch me back and also did not refuse to use the meter. when the meter showed rm4.20, i took out rm5 and let him keep the change, but instead, he refuse to keep the change and gave me back rm1 because he doesn't have any coins! he was like "aiyah, no need lah". sobss..im so touched. he even bobs to songs from hitz.fm. how cute is that? we need more cab drivers like him!!god bless him! *_*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662883373220399744-2212215143507771031?l=re-re-re-11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://re-re-re-11.blogspot.com/feeds/2212215143507771031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7662883373220399744&amp;postID=2212215143507771031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662883373220399744/posts/default/2212215143507771031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662883373220399744/posts/default/2212215143507771031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://re-re-re-11.blogspot.com/2008/02/taxi-lou.html' title='taxi lou'/><author><name>girl playing hide &amp;amp; seek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02390749792733793893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662883373220399744.post-8401691645841788606</id><published>2008-02-06T12:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T14:30:46.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the HAPPY family</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Xn4qh5vdLZg/R6lHoJe36_I/AAAAAAAAAFM/O4wD_RhFcAs/s1600-h/IMG_3699.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163737202822736882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Xn4qh5vdLZg/R6lHoJe36_I/AAAAAAAAAFM/O4wD_RhFcAs/s400/IMG_3699.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can foresee that CNY will be very dull for me this year. it's like getting worse every year. bah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;pangkor pangkor..seems like alot of people went there this time. we saw a couple of SAM students who pretended not knowing us. well, haha actually we were too. &gt;=/ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and i want to stay in pangkor laut beach resort!! @@!!@@ it's hot. too bad, with that kinda rates, no kid is gonna get close to it. we were like " when im rich..im surely gonna go there..".."let's stay there nex time..". they even escort you to the hotel from the jetty. like hw cool is tat? and while we were passing by that oh so expensive atas resort, i was whining in my head..i bet everybody did. the chalets are built on the sea..and and.. u'll hav to sit on a boat to get to the town because it's ON AN ISLAND. !!!!. perfect getaway for RICH couples. one night in one of the most atas rooms cost about USD3000. hello? please donate to the poor?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;it was an alright trip, but what i really like is that we went there in a small group=less disagreements=less bithchings=less arguments. there was only 6 of us. and i, the only girl, was outnumbered. pshft. and i got bullied lah. =/ i remembered i cried while kayaking because foo and marvin was trying to be funny and disturb my kayak. i was already freaked out when i saw this monster jellyfish next to me + the unstable kayak made it worse..so i cried. im sucha baby=(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163735613684837266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Xn4qh5vdLZg/R6lGLpe365I/AAAAAAAAAEc/SzMfh2ZK7YE/s400/DSC_0008.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;the five males and me! (behind the camera)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;im scared of the sea. like, i would get panicky whenever joe and i didn't kayak "properly" and i'll be so afraid and start arguing with him. at the sea. while kayaking. no teamwork at all. omg. but he was very nice for being patient. hahahah.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163737194232802258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Xn4qh5vdLZg/R6lHnpe369I/AAAAAAAAAE8/XTOJ8USvb1k/s400/IMG_3712.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;all the cabs in pangkor are like this, which i think it's good for the groupies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;oh, we also had an encounter with a very selfish and mean taxi driver. we wanted to go to this beach and fish lah during late afternoon, so this taxi driver drove us there and because there's not many taxis around that beach, we asked whether he can come back to and bring us back to the hotel, he said ok but make sure we are not wet. then when we were done, he was waiting for us..but.ahem..the guys went into the sea with their boardies..so wet la. and so he refused to fetch us back upon INSPECTING their pants..-.- he was like "maaf la..tak boleh ni..nanti basah..". hhmmpfh. fine. then we walked ..and walked till we found a cab. fuh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163737194232802242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Xn4qh5vdLZg/R6lHnpe368I/AAAAAAAAAE0/p33XhLehAjY/s400/IMG_3694.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;there are also many hermit crabs everywhere, just close your eyes and dig into the sand and you'll most likely see one. this is one of 'em. the 1st picture of the hermits on top of this post was taken by mr.pro photographer which i thought was beautiful ^^b. i think we're quite mean towards them because we tried pulling it out of the shell and foo smashed it with a big stick but the stick broke instead .-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163735622274771890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Xn4qh5vdLZg/R6lGMJe367I/AAAAAAAAAEs/ixWJ1A9GkPw/s400/IMG_3683.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;le mini island&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;and the boys "discovered" this mini "island" which leads to another sort of private area because there was only us and some guailous. we spent some time there cus the sand was super fine and well, private. and they wanted to fish. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163737198527769570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Xn4qh5vdLZg/R6lHn5e36-I/AAAAAAAAAFE/-sLWrgWjwL0/s400/IMG_3689.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;the nice sandy beach where all the hermitcrabs live.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;we had to go thru rocks and jungle to get there so i didn't want to get out of that place when it's dark. but we forgot the time!! and it was already dark..so i convinced joe to get out of the place with me first..it was terrible..cus it was dark..and dunno who's handphone rang in my bag and created this funny noise..ugh. reminded me of some horror movie.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163735600799935346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Xn4qh5vdLZg/R6lGK5e363I/AAAAAAAAAEM/RwouqTdG-sU/s400/DSC00338.JPG" border="0" /&gt;the hotel's lobby which the boys loved because it's the next best thing when you realize that the rooms arent that great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163735617979804578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Xn4qh5vdLZg/R6lGL5e366I/AAAAAAAAAEk/C_CaLrVsljM/s400/IMG_3674.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;my husband and i, taken when we were holidaying in pangkor laut beach resort &lt;strong&gt;yeah right.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;words that can describe/relate to this trip&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;jellyfish&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;chun-dou(stupid-dou)&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;seafood&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;kon lo mee&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;friends&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;flipflops&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;convenient shops&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;pink cabs&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;playcards&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;sandy crocs and feet&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;beach hair&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt; swimming pool&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;sunblock&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; crabs in mineral bottles and also bathroomsink&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;scramble eggs&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;bottled mineral water&lt;/span&gt;, etcetc which i cant think of atm because it was some time ago already!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662883373220399744-8401691645841788606?l=re-re-re-11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://re-re-re-11.blogspot.com/feeds/8401691645841788606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7662883373220399744&amp;postID=8401691645841788606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662883373220399744/posts/default/8401691645841788606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662883373220399744/posts/default/8401691645841788606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://re-re-re-11.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-family.html' title='the HAPPY family'/><author><name>girl playing hide &amp;amp; seek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02390749792733793893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Xn4qh5vdLZg/R6lHoJe36_I/AAAAAAAAAFM/O4wD_RhFcAs/s72-c/IMG_3699.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662883373220399744.post-416428869498716080</id><published>2008-01-27T16:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T16:46:38.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the great war!</title><content type='html'>so this afternoon, i was planning to have a nice long shower after sports because i was all smelly and sweaty and sticky. scrub scrub shower shower. it would've been enjoyable if not for the appearance of uninvited guests. the cockroaches. i have this showerscreen thingy in my bathroom but i rarely use it. decided to use it this time because the fan was blowing at me. i slide it to the right..and the this mini cockroach was there. shoot it down and into the hole it went! done! i continued taking my shower happily till i saw another bigger one. i glared at it for a moment before i start using my toilet pipe and shot it. i want to give it some wonderful and unforgetable moments before it goes down the hole. and i won! ok, enough of that. i didn't really hate them that much till today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;something which i've be pondering about lately..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i used to be a straightfoward person.. why am i not now?? i think many times before i open my mouth now..U_U i remember there used to be this guy who sat in front of my in class during those highschool days.he had this B.O which my friends and i kept talking about. then i just blurted out that he has B.O la. not so direct, but any sane person would get the signal. then my friend sitting next to me was like "wei, shh! so straightfwd for wat?". haih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i used to be quite ignorant when it comes to friends. yes, i love them and i care about them and i hang out with them. but i never worried about friendship issue.. it was all happy happy for me all the time. also, during highschool, i begin getting out of my lil shell and begin talking to more people, mixing around, be friendly, smiley smiley. so imagine hw quiet i used to be before that. HOWEVERRR, im back into my shell..again...why is this happening to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to be friendly, but to me now, it takes up alot of energy. i want to make lots of friends. yet, i know i'm not one of those kind who can just chat up with anybody. i need people to come to me(dad, you described me perfectly &gt;_&gt;) and i hate it likes this. i wonder if being friendly is a natural born talent, because i can't T_T i am an antisocial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i used to wonder why this friend S used to be so concerned about her friends. she takes friends SERIOUSLY, like seriously. and it hurts her whenever her good friends &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;couldnt&lt;/span&gt; spend time with her and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;bla&lt;/span&gt;. she values her friends, and makes sure that they are close knit. now i think &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; going &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt; the same thing as her.damn! okay, maybe something like that. i m so bad at describing that i would rather become a toilet cleaner than a journalist/author/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;bla&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; going through puberty once again because only &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;youngteenagers&lt;/span&gt; complain and get all confused with all these friendship &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;stufff&lt;/span&gt;! but why is it happening now la... this is so sad. i thought it should only happen years ago when i used to be in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;highschool&lt;/span&gt;!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;shhsh&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662883373220399744-416428869498716080?l=re-re-re-11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://re-re-re-11.blogspot.com/feeds/416428869498716080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7662883373220399744&amp;postID=416428869498716080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662883373220399744/posts/default/416428869498716080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662883373220399744/posts/default/416428869498716080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://re-re-re-11.blogspot.com/2008/01/so-this-afternoon-i-was-planning-to.html' title='the great war!'/><author><name>girl playing hide &amp;amp; seek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02390749792733793893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662883373220399744.post-7776813588779665362</id><published>2008-01-02T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T21:14:22.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hello! to myself</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;it &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;rained&lt;/span&gt; when we waited for new year. is that a bad sign or what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the first time in my life, i didnt sleep for&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; 24 hours&lt;/span&gt;.(sleeping in the cinema is not counted btw) they say, you'll go crazy if you didn't sleep for 3 days. well, i almost went crazy cus i kept laughing in the morning. what they say is true after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we hang out with our friends, it's always the mall (movie, shopping, bla bla) because that;s the only place we could ever think of. but i hate hanging out at the mall with frens sometimes, cus i like to shop alone most of the time. so one day, we went..cycling at some place. that place is so insignificant..i think not many know about it. what to do? it's lousy ma. parks here are lousy. boo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151229589495762994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Xn4qh5vdLZg/R3zYBO5gUDI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Mr6x3qAcOWU/s400/IMG_3595.JPG" border="0" /&gt;my friend's &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;vehicle&lt;/span&gt;, so cute! (in a way, it sounds dirty)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150902841268785058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Xn4qh5vdLZg/R3uu1-5gT6I/AAAAAAAAACs/8zGUERSSPsE/s400/IMG_3597.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; in our decent vehicle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150902849858719666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Xn4qh5vdLZg/R3uu2e5gT7I/AAAAAAAAAC0/Cp74E5bUPWk/s400/IMG_3625.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;in our manual vehicle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn't know cycling would be so tiring. all the while, i only cycle on flat surface (tiled floors ahem). it was slopy..and my cellulites were screaming for help. i remember being so afraid of going &lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;downhill&lt;/span&gt; at first cus it was THAT slopy.. but i appreciated it later on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, i was so tired yesterday because i didn't sleep for 1 whole day.as a result, this happened...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;location:my room, on the bed. having a conversation on the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;"are your lights off?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"nope"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;"why?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*pause a while* because i was thinking about something but i couldnt recall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;*i want to buy..........."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;&lt; color="#000066"&gt;"har? buy what?? i asked why are the lights are not off la "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;andddd, i went to singapore last dec, just like everyone else. said that the xmas deco is fancy and nice and this and that la, but to me, OKAY la. they just placed a few toy soldiers here and there. shopping was bad too. and vivo is disappointing as usual, it's overrated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150909163460644802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Xn4qh5vdLZg/R3u0l-5gT8I/AAAAAAAAAC8/r5d6sqYM1TI/s400/IMG_3560.JPG" border="0" /&gt; the toy soldiers, with 's' cus there's actually many more on top (the bridge like thing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151229593790730322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Xn4qh5vdLZg/R3zYBe5gUFI/AAAAAAAAAEE/JMIS1cde_00/s400/IMG_3569.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;the giant &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;starbucks.&lt;/span&gt; earlier, they have 2 children standing there ringing bells asking for donation. i can tell that they were tired and bored.child labour ar? but it works!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151229589495763010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Xn4qh5vdLZg/R3zYBO5gUEI/AAAAAAAAAD8/UIE6BDy-fts/s400/IMG_3557.JPG" border="0" /&gt;the "statue" which is not a statue. everybody was busy taking pics of him, i only saw this nice guy gave him some $.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd day, went to gleneagles, met doc, and another scope! *nOOOooOoo* the place looks nice and pro and white. but i woke up halfway during the procedure, torturing!! after hours of waiting, i finally allowed myself to let out a sigh of relieve. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;following days are filled with boring shopping experiences. yawn. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150909172050579410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Xn4qh5vdLZg/R3u0me5gT9I/AAAAAAAAADE/DBrr5mSlaus/s400/IMG_3587.JPG" border="0" /&gt;i like their food republic tho, it's unique, unlike the one in Pavillion.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150909180640514018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Xn4qh5vdLZg/R3u0m-5gT-I/AAAAAAAAADM/AOX7e57puqU/s400/IMG_3586.JPG" border="0" /&gt;my dimsum, served in cute dimsum box?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt; was alright. spend the eve wif ma friends. girlygirly. nothing fancy. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151229576610861074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Xn4qh5vdLZg/R3zYAe5gUBI/AAAAAAAAADk/NdcBaFRkQUw/s400/DSCN7389.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; the kiamsap lady and i @ TGIF. heehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150909202115350530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Xn4qh5vdLZg/R3u0oO5gUAI/AAAAAAAAADc/rQmJIx-bTVs/s400/IMG_3635.JPG" border="0" /&gt;in my lil room, with headgears ok, just to get into the mood.haiya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150909197820383218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Xn4qh5vdLZg/R3u0n-5gT_I/AAAAAAAAADU/oKkX312nXEE/s400/IMG_1402.jpg" border="0" /&gt;@&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;forever21&lt;/span&gt;, trying on and NOT buying. they DUMP the clothes here isit??&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;hmm, had a bad experience at &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Pull &amp;amp; Bear&lt;/span&gt;. i like the clothes there, but there's this sales girl who got really pms-ey. 1st, she actually said in a rude manner that my friend and i can't share the same fitting room. ok, fine. but talk nicely la. then, i walked out and waited. 2ndly,she passed by and glared at me. and &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;glared&lt;/span&gt; at me again when i came out from the fitting room. @_@ &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151229580905828386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Xn4qh5vdLZg/R3zYAu5gUCI/AAAAAAAAADs/GyPgbF2LxxM/s400/IMG_3649.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;the&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; ginger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;bread&lt;/span&gt; which i decorated ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662883373220399744-7776813588779665362?l=re-re-re-11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://re-re-re-11.blogspot.com/feeds/7776813588779665362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7662883373220399744&amp;postID=7776813588779665362' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662883373220399744/posts/default/7776813588779665362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662883373220399744/posts/default/7776813588779665362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://re-re-re-11.blogspot.com/2008/01/hello-to-myself.html' title='hello! to myself'/><author><name>girl playing hide &amp;amp; seek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02390749792733793893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Xn4qh5vdLZg/R3zYBO5gUDI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Mr6x3qAcOWU/s72-c/IMG_3595.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662883373220399744.post-8228038367489506529</id><published>2007-11-25T20:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T21:43:27.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the past 9 days is like a test for me. it was also the time where i learned to appreciate and realize alot of things. anyone would've said it was unlucky, but im grateful, glad that i'm alright and not suffering like many others who could've suffered far worse than me. glad that i'm able to learn, experience and take things in a positive manner. im thankful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mom, for being with me all the time. i know you didn't sleep well because u were crying. your porridge is much more delicious and you gave me strength when im scared. you were tired, but you kept me company and make sure everything is settled. i never look forward to nighttime because i know you will leave, and i know you know because your eyes told me that you are sorry for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dad, your encouraging words gave me courage to face all the tests. you told me all your experiences and made me realize how lucky i am, how grateful i SHOULD be. and i really am. i remember when i was lying, heart panting and in pain.. you kept brushing my hair and touching my cheeks. i felt like i was 8 again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;joezer, you know how well you can handle with my emotions. when i was at my lowest, you were there for me. i was so scared when i thought of the bone marrow test, but you kept telling me to think positively. i was way at the losing end, but you pulled me back. from cries to laughter, frowns to smiles. i know you tried, and you succeeded.i love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jeniffer, i never really like you but you were with me every night. you sure know how to take care of me. i'm pretty embarassed though because you saw every part of my body! MALUUU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kitli, you are still a little baby to me la. you came over for hours that day, but you just talk and entertain me. why didn't feed me food wan? haha. its okay baby. because you are one. when u visited me at my house, i was so weak that i couldn't talk to you. but you understood and left. you looked pretty for prom girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;siewtheeng and kaichean, thanks for "to cheer you up" baloon and fruits which you went all the way to imbi market to get for me. i was surprised how much a baloon can do to cheer me up. i kept playing with it whenever i couldn't move around. both of you made me laugh.jokers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kahmun and kahhor, another set of joker couple. thanks for the flowers. they are right behind me now, drying up =( it was nice chitchatting with both of you. i remember you smsed me to warn me to becareful so that i won't knock onto anything if i faint again, that's very thoughtful of you..yet funny. it was just random okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;neighbour who lives few floors below me, thanks for helping that day. i know im heavy, without you my parents would not be capable of getting me into the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ambulance man, thank you for calming me down. that really helped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nurses at gleneagles, you all are one friendly lot. you all changed my perception towards nurses. i used to think they are mean and nasty, not anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tze may and mom, it was nice to have you guys there because i was so nervous before the procedure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mr. and mrs chan, you cared so much for me. thanks for telling me your son's experience. at least it gave me an idea of what i was about to expect. both of you came right away when i was admitted again. i know both of you are very concerned, just like how you will be concerned over your children. i'm sorry i can't eat your fruits mrs chan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wynwyn, my lil brother who is labled as "sek jou yan" by my parents all the time. i know you cared about me although u didn't dare to admit. whenever you come into my room and talk to me, i'd feel much better because you will be telling me all your stories and crappy things which i like to hear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jerald, why you like to be so random and appear all of a sudden quietly? haha. you didn't speak much, but im surprised that you came. thanks sor lou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shi xian, another person who gave me a surprise visit. really really happy that you came since you stay so far away. i thought you forgotten about me... =((( thanks girl, i know you cared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all my mom's friends, thanks for visiting. especially aunty meiling who lighted up candles for me. it must've helped =). thanks for the flowers and your aunty stories, at least i didn't feel that bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mrs hoe aka sam director and ms.choo, thanks for visiting and the flowers too! nice stories u have there, mrs hoe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks to those who cared and smsed/called me. muaaah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662883373220399744-8228038367489506529?l=re-re-re-11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://re-re-re-11.blogspot.com/feeds/8228038367489506529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7662883373220399744&amp;postID=8228038367489506529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662883373220399744/posts/default/8228038367489506529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662883373220399744/posts/default/8228038367489506529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://re-re-re-11.blogspot.com/2007/11/post-below-was-written-about-week-ago.html' title=''/><author><name>girl playing hide &amp;amp; seek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02390749792733793893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662883373220399744.post-7465086015661950233</id><published>2007-11-16T12:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T12:29:53.535+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dub dub dub</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im quite random, so i constantly have random thoughts, which i don't really share with everyone because they'll think im crazy. but here goes..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-i have this thing called &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;SMS&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;QUOTA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. my brain doesn't allow me to send more than a certain amount of sms per day, so tat explains my late reply sometimes. if i send too many sms(as in 7-10) i will feel suffocated and tired. haih.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-i think i've been consuming SOOOOOOOOO and SOOOOOOOO much sugary food for the past few years and im finally sick of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Y&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;food even chocolates. bad thing? yes, how am i gonna enjoy my desserts har? i actually rejected dessert twice~! i wasn't even tempted to eat the &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;chocolate&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; joe offered which jiajun bought.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-skinny jeans are addictive. i was disappointed when i realize topshop @ MV doesn't have my size. um, *RUNS TO KLCC!!* i tink lagi don't have. "skinny jeans are for skinny people", &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;who cares!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-having migranes for the 1st time in my life. it sucks,it really does..i can feel like there's this &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;techno&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; music my brains are dancing to..throb throb. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-why some people (ie. high school kids who are having holidays SOON) like to crazy highlight their hair ? like..multiple colors or some weirdo color. very ugly lor. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133290336555227906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Xn4qh5vdLZg/Rz0cXR9R2wI/AAAAAAAAACc/gMSMTTVHI-s/s400/DSC_0673.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;very semangat picture of the L1 species.&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/7662883373220399744-7465086015661950233?l=re-re-re-11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://re-re-re-11.blogspot.com/feeds/7465086015661950233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7662883373220399744&amp;postID=7465086015661950233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662883373220399744/posts/default/7465086015661950233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662883373220399744/posts/default/7465086015661950233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://re-re-re-11.blogspot.com/2007/11/dub-dub-dub.html' title='dub dub dub'/><author><name>girl playing hide &amp;amp; seek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02390749792733793893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Xn4qh5vdLZg/Rz0cXR9R2wI/AAAAAAAAACc/gMSMTTVHI-s/s72-c/DSC_0673.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662883373220399744.post-4981627380617168588</id><published>2007-11-11T19:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T12:31:42.331+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i used to think...</title><content type='html'>some many weeks ago, college ended for me, classmates n fellow SAM-ians. i thought myclassmates were joking about each of us giving closing speeches but each of us gave one in the end. im glad everyone did. very emotional period...tears flowing down, hugs and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fastfwd: now im having my samFINALS.and im really taking it lightly. i admit, im just being lazy and assume that everything will go OKAY. as usual..haiyo. how? all the "what if(s)"..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and jay's latest album,,,,,, &lt;strong&gt;RULES&lt;/strong&gt;. hah! he must've INSAF from last yr's crappy album.tat's why. and im a HAPPY HAPPY girl now. =))) dear mr.chou, can you please please please come to malaysia again for an autograph session? i still remember 2 yrs ago, when he came..i went for his autograph session at 1U. so, kit and i queued and queued.finally, when it was my turn, jay signed for me la of cus~~^^v but he didn't look up, so i just stand there until he looked up at me. fuh! he must be thinking "sigh..poor desperate girl..since she stand there waiting for so long, oklah! i'll look at her lah!" can't be helped.. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was doing my sort of annual copying of pics into my CD and i browsed throught my old pictures. i think i changed alot leh. i think it's because of my braces. thank god for the braces! i stil remember kimhai used to say that i have this..."sai kua pao"?? i don;t really know what it means, but i noe it's something about the teeth growing outwards. im so gonna flash my teeth at him next time man. =DDDDD okay, some old pics which i dug out&gt;&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;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131555071804019858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Xn4qh5vdLZg/RzbyJlA7lJI/AAAAAAAAABU/omcMZqKknYo/s400/Picture+038.jpg" border="0" /&gt; penang-our after post spm trip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131555084688921810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Xn4qh5vdLZg/RzbyKVA7lNI/AAAAAAAAAB0/BkfjRe7HcJo/s400/a9f6c9472104845d2c9effabce31825f0_full.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;hmm, why 7-11 ah? becus that's the only few shops which were open&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131802680963601650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Xn4qh5vdLZg/RzfTWVA7lPI/AAAAAAAAACE/q_DZVlVDdxI/s400/Picture+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;mlynn yum wif her creative headgears &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131802689553536274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Xn4qh5vdLZg/RzfTW1A7lRI/AAAAAAAAACU/RemXvqjZ5vo/s400/IMG_0887.JPG" border="0" /&gt;i thought i didn know engyao till this year??&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131802685258568962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Xn4qh5vdLZg/RzfTWlA7lQI/AAAAAAAAACM/mBCMloAsL-U/s400/idol%26class+party+040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;the tougue out pose =P i think i look like a retard lah.. and who says tongue out pose are cute??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131555076098987170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Xn4qh5vdLZg/RzbyJ1A7lKI/AAAAAAAAABc/kydVFhaF8J0/s400/Picture+083.jpg" border="0" /&gt; another post spm trip to spore. vivo city sounds so canggih..but of course, not that canggih also la, ceh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131555080393954498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Xn4qh5vdLZg/RzbyKFA7lMI/AAAAAAAAABs/VrU0nDAjTvg/s400/a0b7ab6497e3b83d7ce9eed1bb98d6b20_full.jpg" border="0" /&gt; 2 years back. when i used to be thinner. and joe used to be thinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131555080393954482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Xn4qh5vdLZg/RzbyKFA7lLI/AAAAAAAAABk/bWo5z4km-eg/s400/li+wen+n+siew+theeng.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;3 yrs ago, pure white and innocent.ahem.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131802672373667042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Xn4qh5vdLZg/RzfTV1A7lOI/AAAAAAAAAB8/E2emuTJZ4SA/s400/P1070206.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;the famous JUMP..tat smashpop guy must've been jumping since he was a baby to get perfect JUMP! pictures all the time&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662883373220399744-4981627380617168588?l=re-re-re-11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://re-re-re-11.blogspot.com/feeds/4981627380617168588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7662883373220399744&amp;postID=4981627380617168588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662883373220399744/posts/default/4981627380617168588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662883373220399744/posts/default/4981627380617168588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://re-re-re-11.blogspot.com/2007/11/some-many-weeks-ago-college-ended-for.html' title='i used to think...'/><author><name>girl playing hide &amp;amp; seek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02390749792733793893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Xn4qh5vdLZg/RzbyJlA7lJI/AAAAAAAAABU/omcMZqKknYo/s72-c/Picture+038.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662883373220399744.post-493843208251339499</id><published>2007-10-15T20:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T20:39:11.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>no monday blues.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;yesterday&lt;/strong&gt;, i told &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;2 &lt;/span&gt;people about you, lil blogg. *pats on the back for being brave*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;today&lt;/strong&gt;, i went into a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;juicy couture store&lt;/span&gt;@ pavillion! no doubt, everything looks yummy. i want! we saw this young married couple, why married? cus she's pregs la. so i guess.  they went out of the store with this hugee JC bag. then i jealous, like darn jealous. how can?? can i have a JC bag too pleese?? pretty pleese?pleasse? it's too bad i didn't get to take any pictures of that cute store. i am &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; those who bring their camera everywhere they go and snap at every single thing. and of course, i walk out empty handed lor, because JC's goods are &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;never cheap&lt;/span&gt;. wait la, i'll come back for you!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tomorrow&lt;/strong&gt;, i will be back in college. you love college? i hate college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in my older blogg. post, i mentioned about keeping in touch with friends. i think my friends don't really bother to keep in touch with me, hence, the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;never keep in touch&lt;/span&gt; attitude among us. perhaps, we are all too busy and caught up with assignments and such. or they are just lazy, like ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's true when my friend once said that there's alot of weird/unexpected people in college. why? because i met a few.  again, there's a lot of people in college, compared to the&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; tiny puny&lt;/span&gt; amount in my ex-schul.  so the probability of having weird people is higher. it's okay to be weird, just don't annoy the hell out of other people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662883373220399744-493843208251339499?l=re-re-re-11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://re-re-re-11.blogspot.com/feeds/493843208251339499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7662883373220399744&amp;postID=493843208251339499' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662883373220399744/posts/default/493843208251339499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662883373220399744/posts/default/493843208251339499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://re-re-re-11.blogspot.com/2007/10/no-monday-blues.html' title='no monday blues.'/><author><name>girl playing hide &amp;amp; seek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02390749792733793893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662883373220399744.post-7433522436740165596</id><published>2007-10-14T20:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T21:00:13.862+08:00</updated><title type='text'>unproductive, so i need more secondary oocytes to be &gt; productive?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;so, another sunday is about to pass without doing any productive. so typical, typical typical. somehow, i wish the word productive wouldnt be defined as doing revision and writing 10 essays a day like a 'kiasu'. im beginning to like that word, kiasu! you, you and you! all 'kiasu's. i hope productive would be, doing some creative work, doing something you have interest in, something different, something which will add another footstep to achieve your dreams. i don't think i've done any of those, how i wish i could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;ahah! actually i did, i made cold soba noodles.-.- *clapclap* it's darn easy. but if i say,"oh, i produced soba noodle using raw buckwheat" then it'll be a totally different thing. what i did is just like cooking instant noodles la. dump noodle into hotwater, drain it, put ice and into refridgerator and take out + pour soba sauce on separate bowl. tada, done. and that's &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;my soba noodle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; :&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121165995433509778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Xn4qh5vdLZg/RxIJVvmfw5I/AAAAAAAAABE/Dr0Y_cMw6XU/s400/131007-+082.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;i realize that i've been eating cakes/cupcakes everyday since DUNNO when. why is this happening? why do i sound like an anorexic-too afraid to touch food-obsessed-18yr old girl? because of corroboree lor. i bet everyone is doing the same thing, corroboree loh! so i passed by D'lish and i saw their gorgeous cupcake 20m away. and so i bought...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121167365528077218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Xn4qh5vdLZg/RxIKlfmfw6I/AAAAAAAAABM/UBf8U89Q5dM/s400/131007-+079.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;***&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and i admit, i watched "i wanna be a model" on 8tv, but just for like &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;5 minutes&lt;/span&gt; because i CANNOT tahan. simply, can't. during that 5 minutes, these are the things which appeared in mind:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-why they keep complaining this and that? hello, you are a model, stop complaining &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;la&lt;/span&gt;. aiyo.so &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;un&lt;/span&gt;pro k? eesh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-uh, why is that female model rubbing that male model's shoulder? i have ntg against that, but i just find it weird for her to do that as if she is his wife or something. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-why are they not wearing swim wear in a swimming pool? okay, but still, they are models, so take this opportunity to show their assets, or tyres. hah. and why are they &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;learning how to float&lt;/span&gt;? hmm. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-i hate the hosts. so boring. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;walala, it's just not up to my standard, i think &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;everyone's standard&lt;/span&gt; la. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;***&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;that week, we got our &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;winangali &lt;/span&gt;aka the year book. must be derived from some aboriginal word. i like what one of my friend said, " this is like, the encyclopedia of all the girls in SAM!" . very true indeed. i used to study with only 150+ ppl in one form. practically, everyone knew everyone. now, i don't even know who studies in SAM. so many, and so jumbled up. and during those few days, we've been passing the yearbook around and signing here and there, writing msges. i don't think i've ever done that. finally. i've yet to read those msges yet, i promise myself to read it after SAM. then, it'll be more meaning, to me it will. can't wait!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and i wanna critisize something again, why is the cover of the winangali so &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;uninspiring&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ugly&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;dul&lt;/span&gt;l, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;boring&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;lifeless&lt;/span&gt; ( and put in any word which has a similar meaning to ugly) ? i just wish emmalynn would create a new cover for me. i think miss SS could do better than what we have now. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662883373220399744-7433522436740165596?l=re-re-re-11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://re-re-re-11.blogspot.com/feeds/7433522436740165596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7662883373220399744&amp;postID=7433522436740165596' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662883373220399744/posts/default/7433522436740165596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662883373220399744/posts/default/7433522436740165596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://re-re-re-11.blogspot.com/2007/10/unproductive-so-i-need-more-secondary.html' title='unproductive, so i need more secondary oocytes to be &gt; productive?'/><author><name>girl playing hide &amp;amp; seek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02390749792733793893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Xn4qh5vdLZg/RxIJVvmfw5I/AAAAAAAAABE/Dr0Y_cMw6XU/s72-c/131007-+082.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662883373220399744.post-1929386379789708493</id><published>2007-10-07T12:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T14:37:06.492+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sunday afternoon, still in my PJs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Xn4qh5vdLZg/Rwh4nfmfw4I/AAAAAAAAAA8/U1fHOG-4hnc/s1600-h/DSC_0259.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i dont know how to keep in touch. ok, let me rephrase, i don't like to keep in touch, simply because im LAZY. don't you hate tat word? and because i don't keep in touch...fine. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118473583514862434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Xn4qh5vdLZg/Rwh4mvmfw2I/AAAAAAAAAAs/rDg8ZilGgXs/s400/DSCN4058.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118473587809829746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Xn4qh5vdLZg/Rwh4m_mfw3I/AAAAAAAAAA0/FRdH8IOUuw0/s400/DSCN4614.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a fantastic day out with joe on friday.went to midvalley and we were starving. it's very funny, whenever im in MV's carpark. i just don't know how to put it in words. im bad at this. anywaysh, we went to eat..in one of his fav place cus he thinks there's "privacy". thenn, a movie. resident evil. when we were at the ticket booth..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"haha, why? don't dare to watch is it? scared?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some guy turned back and looked at joe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;"NO!!"&lt;/span&gt; joe tryin to maintain his dignity. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"yeah rite!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the cinema..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"so gan cheong lah!!..&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i jumped a few times whenever the zombie appeared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;"HAHAHHAHA"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;after the movie...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;"hahahahahah, wonder who's afraid just now..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"girls are like that wat, like tat only nice waaat."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;and, we walk walk walk..i refused to leave tat place without getting something and we were rushing, already late for foo's hs. im like that. many girs are like tat. so, i got this earing for sevenbucks from Diva. at the shop..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"eh, seven bucks only! should i get it? it's quite nice hor? but i think it's a bit too long..how??"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he brought the earing near my ear and i looked into the mirror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;"hmm..ok wat. nice. get it lah"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;hesistated a bit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"OKLAH!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;paid happily and headed towards the carpark...manatahu he suddenly said..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;"i think the earings you bought is not worth it lor."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"what?? i thought u were the one who asked me to buy it..-.-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;"i think you can get the earring for 1 or 2 bucks.. so plastic and they used those cheap materials"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"eh..wat 1 or 2 bucks?? it's good ok!. you guys don't understand want la..you all think everything is 1 or 2 bucks..=/ "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;guys hor. they are just too simple. can be good tho. =) i'll post the picture of the earrring one day.if i remember. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;and so, my 15 yr old brother got his ears pierced after his pmr. i only noticed it when the family was walking in Pavillion and i suddenly screamed at him. my mom was freaked out CUS I SCREAMED. she said, "oh..the earring isit..". when my dad knew, he just laughed and said," eh, the school allow meh?". but it doesn't look nice on him. ugh. although i fancy guys with piercings. but it just doesn suit my bro. maybe not yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i've become a donut addict. i already ate 4 J.co Donuts. i can see my arms getting flabbier and tummy gettin bigger upon each bite. since when did i became so obsessed with what i eat? i'd say, blame it on college. hah. i gotta look good on prom. o yeah! I SOUND like a bimbo. eesh. not me at all. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hope no one will read this amateur bimbotic post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662883373220399744-1929386379789708493?l=re-re-re-11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://re-re-re-11.blogspot.com/feeds/1929386379789708493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7662883373220399744&amp;postID=1929386379789708493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662883373220399744/posts/default/1929386379789708493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662883373220399744/posts/default/1929386379789708493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://re-re-re-11.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-dont-know-how-to-keep-in-touch.html' title='sunday afternoon, still in my PJs'/><author><name>girl playing hide &amp;amp; seek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02390749792733793893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Xn4qh5vdLZg/Rwh4mvmfw2I/AAAAAAAAAAs/rDg8ZilGgXs/s72-c/DSCN4058.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662883373220399744.post-7129556159387182602</id><published>2007-10-02T19:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T21:00:34.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>between secondary school and university</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after reading it rather slowly and carefully, word by word, i finally finished norweigian wood. beautiful and simple book. im still stuck in that "zone". i don't know whether i like/hate that feeling. like it because, it proves to be a good book and it transported me into the book. hate it because, im left feeling kind of depressed and having all these weird thoughts in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it took me some time to sign in and actually write. i hesitated a few times. whether to write or not. see? im scared to express myself too openly. finally, here i am. glad that i made the right move. or should i say, a move which made me feel better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my collegemates and i came to realize that we are left with few more weeks of college. or less. my college life is such a short one, really short. and i didnt find anything special about it nor did i have the mood to cherish the last few weeks of college days. cherish, like the way my classmate put it, on the 2nd or 3rd day of college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however, some part of me just want to record this down and remind myself. what if one day, my kid ask me, how was college like? or if i am old and retired, i will ask myself "hey, what did i even do in college? " because, i would say, my college life is THAT forgettable. sure, there are some good friends and gossips and laughters and 'going outs' here and there. perhaps, this is not MY year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116721541800772434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Xn4qh5vdLZg/RwI_Ifmfw1I/AAAAAAAAAAk/965dDhcnUbg/s320/DSC01063.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.55 : alarm rings&lt;br /&gt;6.15 : jennifer wakes me up. just in case&lt;br /&gt;6.50 : off to college. mr.chan will be there with tian and yee shiang. im always late. it's a habit i&lt;br /&gt;get rid of.sleep sleep sleep. observe observe observe&lt;br /&gt;7.35: reach college. up to the class and do whatever i want. usually i will be very quiet and just&lt;br /&gt;stare at a blank space. or just daydream.&lt;br /&gt;8.00 : class starts. slowly, i'll "gain conciousness" and start talking. usually, the first person i talk&lt;br /&gt;would be shi xian. nice girl. i like her, she's very genuine.&lt;br /&gt;12.00 : Lunch. i like lunch time. unlike school days, college allows us to choose to eat out. instead&lt;br /&gt;eating those non edible food@ the canteen at school. usually, lunch is at asia cafe, or AC&lt;br /&gt;as how we like to call it, when we are just feeling lazy, down, or having an common test/&lt;br /&gt;exam after that. if not, we'll go somewhere else.&lt;br /&gt;1.00 : we'll walk lazily back to class. start work again. yawn&lt;br /&gt;3.00 : class dismissed and tiredly walk into the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is the same almost everyday.it bores me sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just a brief report on hw my college life sounds like. this is what i meant by, it is not my year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116721516030968642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="279" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Xn4qh5vdLZg/RwI_G_mfw0I/AAAAAAAAAAc/swUF5C4yv5c/s320/DSC01062.JPG" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and gudbye blogspot.com. might and might not be back again. but i think i'll be back soon! im starting to get used to this. shh, it's just between you and me. not anyone else yet, i am not ready! just between blogspot.com and me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662883373220399744-7129556159387182602?l=re-re-re-11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://re-re-re-11.blogspot.com/feeds/7129556159387182602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7662883373220399744&amp;postID=7129556159387182602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662883373220399744/posts/default/7129556159387182602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662883373220399744/posts/default/7129556159387182602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://re-re-re-11.blogspot.com/2007/10/after-reading-it-rather-slowly-and.html' title='between secondary school and university'/><author><name>girl playing hide &amp;amp; seek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02390749792733793893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Xn4qh5vdLZg/RwI_Ifmfw1I/AAAAAAAAAAk/965dDhcnUbg/s72-c/DSC01063.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662883373220399744.post-6890750449785208640</id><published>2007-10-01T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T22:58:25.448+08:00</updated><title type='text'>today, i thought of many things</title><content type='html'>i've got this sudden urge to express my feelings. how? i hate talking to anyone,anybody.right now. in fact, i've been like this for some time. no idea why and i hope i won't be like this forever. i see one my close friend online, but i didnt even bother to double click on tat name and chat with her. I just do not have the will and mood to do such a simple thing. i lead a terrible life at the moment. i think i like to be alone. damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. i just saw a picture of a girl featured in style arena.she resembles alot like my EX-beautician and i thought she moved to japan. i almost shivered when i saw that picture. my beautician scares me and the last time i saw her, we were not on good terms. full stop and the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. i read a book by murakami. norweigian wood. it can totally relate to the book. but i experience a really weird feeling after reading it. wonder why. is it because i think im like naoko? i think so. i like books like these, those that leaves me thinking alot.of random things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.realized that i've been thinking too much for every single thing to do. when i was little, it never occured to me that i would have to think so much before talking to a person even. i wish i was 10 again. innocent and naive.  or maybe 12. that year was good too. back then, i could and ABLE to express and say whatever that came to my mind to my FRIENDS. right now, i just couldn't do it. there's a barrier. somehow. and im worried the barrier will get stronger and stronger each year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. i am so scared that, joe and i will be separated one day. we sort of "grew" up together. i spent my entire secondary school life with him. during that duration, i had something to fall on, someting to hold on to, like a pillar when i face difficulties. i am afraid that, once we are no longer together, i won't be able to face people normally and live life normally. im too dependent i would say. it's always HIM to talk to.about my problems.everything. perhaps tat's why i never bothered sharing my feelings with my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. will i ever come back here and write another post? because this is just too sudden. i might even forget that i have a BLOGSPOT.com the following day. we'll see. =) at the moment, i don't think i will tell anyone about this. i have become way too much of a private person as i got older. hopefully, i will be able to open up more through this way. i hope.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662883373220399744-6890750449785208640?l=re-re-re-11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://re-re-re-11.blogspot.com/feeds/6890750449785208640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7662883373220399744&amp;postID=6890750449785208640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662883373220399744/posts/default/6890750449785208640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662883373220399744/posts/default/6890750449785208640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://re-re-re-11.blogspot.com/2007/10/today-i-thought-of-many-things.html' title='today, i thought of many things'/><author><name>girl playing hide &amp;amp; seek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02390749792733793893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
