<?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-7104103219075230878</id><updated>2012-01-27T12:25:28.723+08:00</updated><category term='congestion'/><category term='rants'/><category term='crimes'/><category term='guitar chords'/><category term='education'/><category term='traffic'/><category term='personal'/><category term='city'/><category term='Glee'/><category term='road'/><category term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>Stories Behind The Girl On Display</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7104103219075230878/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7104103219075230878/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14524763641239201475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UPa0TudpJGM/TVO43PyVxlI/AAAAAAAABC4/OuS-i2BepMg/s220/3833280.JPEG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>406</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7104103219075230878.post-1906260687914558413</id><published>2012-01-27T12:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T12:25:28.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Days Before CNY</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;Hello guys! I'm back! Still on holiday but due to limited internet connection, I rarely blog already or I can say I NEVER blog already until this second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Happy Chinese New Year everyone! Better late than never right? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XvResC1Mg3U/TyIlkIwsrPI/AAAAAAAABSs/d_ejKQca7CE/s1600/IMG_7486.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Few days before CNY, I met up with two of my high school buddies, Jivitha and Suit Mei. Gathered in the old and boring Taiping Sentral again (well, that's the hottest spot for youngsters I can say.) We chit-chatted for hours and started playing cards to kill time. (damn. i can't blog properly. Can't feel the flow D:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HxB6LHF0lQg/TyIjIguq6cI/AAAAAAAABRs/2lYdv-E4-rg/s1600/IMG_7421.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HxB6LHF0lQg/TyIjIguq6cI/AAAAAAAABRs/2lYdv-E4-rg/s400/IMG_7421.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Playing cards in public. =)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's skip to the part that I wanted to highlight....Jeng...Jeng...Jeng....BOATING! Yes, that was a random decision and was persuaded by Mei. I'll just show you guys some pictures since I don't have much time to blog now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scroll down!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cGUE8p0-DRc/TyIjSSqQXPI/AAAAAAAABR0/Mn_YHR_q_B0/s1600/IMG_7433.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cGUE8p0-DRc/TyIjSSqQXPI/AAAAAAAABR0/Mn_YHR_q_B0/s400/IMG_7433.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Rowing further from the dock. Teeheee. Bad rowing skill at first.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ySnaXeOSLjc/TyIjaCQWJ0I/AAAAAAAABR8/1utO3CJiWgo/s1600/IMG_7436.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ySnaXeOSLjc/TyIjaCQWJ0I/AAAAAAAABR8/1utO3CJiWgo/s400/IMG_7436.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Say ChEESE!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Qkru459_orU/TyIjjQwkyjI/AAAAAAAABSE/ZNdSZme7jPY/s1600/IMG_7439.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Qkru459_orU/TyIjjQwkyjI/AAAAAAAABSE/ZNdSZme7jPY/s400/IMG_7439.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;In the middle of the lake.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TMTMjoyY_mM/TyIjqyCOgAI/AAAAAAAABSM/AuZ5Yh3lBZc/s1600/IMG_7466.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TMTMjoyY_mM/TyIjqyCOgAI/AAAAAAAABSM/AuZ5Yh3lBZc/s400/IMG_7466.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Look at where we are heading to. The fountain in the middle of the lake!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4rE7nPoejrs/TyIlchBXv2I/AAAAAAAABSk/ewPPGsHeGaE/s1600/IMG_7479.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4rE7nPoejrs/TyIlchBXv2I/AAAAAAAABSk/ewPPGsHeGaE/s400/IMG_7479.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;We're that far from dock!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7jJnXkGj9Rk/TyIj11WwBpI/AAAAAAAABSU/4I1YE1HiKzg/s1600/IMG_7497.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7jJnXkGj9Rk/TyIj11WwBpI/AAAAAAAABSU/4I1YE1HiKzg/s400/IMG_7497.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dream come true!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RrKeb6mAP0k/TyIkGrHHhmI/AAAAAAAABSc/ueyovg6bPc8/s1600/IMG_7498.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RrKeb6mAP0k/TyIkGrHHhmI/AAAAAAAABSc/ueyovg6bPc8/s400/IMG_7498.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Silly faces =D&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XvResC1Mg3U/TyIlkIwsrPI/AAAAAAAABSs/d_ejKQca7CE/s1600/IMG_7486.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XvResC1Mg3U/TyIlkIwsrPI/AAAAAAAABSs/d_ejKQca7CE/s400/IMG_7486.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Goodbye Taiping Lake Garden!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;And there. We've rowed that far! Mission accomplished. =)&amp;nbsp;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See you people again!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll be back to blog more often alright!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7104103219075230878-1906260687914558413?l=girlondisplay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/feeds/1906260687914558413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/2012/01/days-before-cny.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7104103219075230878/posts/default/1906260687914558413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7104103219075230878/posts/default/1906260687914558413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/2012/01/days-before-cny.html' title='Days Before CNY'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14524763641239201475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UPa0TudpJGM/TVO43PyVxlI/AAAAAAAABC4/OuS-i2BepMg/s220/3833280.JPEG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HxB6LHF0lQg/TyIjIguq6cI/AAAAAAAABRs/2lYdv-E4-rg/s72-c/IMG_7421.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7104103219075230878.post-5511975540795401119</id><published>2011-12-30T02:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T02:26:19.477+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Before I Forget</title><content type='html'>Hi guys! I know this might have the been the longest hiatus even though  I'm very free at home. The blogging mojo has all gone. I've tried blogging a few times, opening up a new post, never finish writing them and chucked them in the drafts. I guess till now I have like 10 pending posts in the draft which I doubt I'll ever continue writing them and post it up since they're all old stories. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm still on holiday up till next year and that's a pretty long break right? Blame Australia for having such long summer. By the way, I'm not studying in Australia, just so happen to get myself educated in an Australian university locally. I truly miss studying and I must have sounded stupid to have said so. My friends are asking for longer holidays and here I am complaining to have shorter breaks just so I can fill up my time with something more beneficial like studying (since I don't get to work). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me bring you guys back a few days. I went for the Aladdin Musical Show, conducted in Sunway Lagoon Surf Beach with my mother, sister and my bfriend (when I typed b it's up to you to think whether he/she is my best or boy or bad or whatsoever that comes across your mind). It was awesome and thanks to @MyDKualaLumpur (you can check this out in twitter) for sponsoring us to watch the show. Before entering, I embarrassed myself in front of the man-in-charge by filming a video based on his request. Even though it was uploaded in twitter, fortunately not many of my friends knew about this or else where can I hide my face!? Ratings for the show? It was a 4.5 star rating. Acting was good, dancing was splendid and singing was marvelous. No joke. They're that good. For photos, guess I'll just get them all and post in a new blog post. Let the picture do the talking that time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another reason why I'm still blogging here right now at this hour is because of my sister's request. She was asking for a blog post from me and here you go sis! I would also like to update my blog before I get disconnected from the world without boundaries for 1 to 2 weeks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During this holiday, I have depended on the Internet so much to fill my free time when my friends are not around to  read some news, stay connected with my friends, to check out my friends' life on Facebook, tweet, read blogs, check email and also to look up for guitar chords. (okay I guess you guys are not interested in what I do online.) at one point I told my mom that I can't survive without Internet. (oopsie) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2011 is about to end in approximately another day. How fast time flies. I'm growing another year older and one thing that bothers me. Will the apocalypse be true? Will my life end just there? Many have told me that it will not happen. I just wanted to see what are the responses to the prophecies made. Part of me agrees that it will not happen so soon. Maybe in another 10 years time? Wow, if it happens in another ten years time, I'll be dying with my entire family including my parents and my kids and my husband. Happy family dying hands in hands. (what is wrong with me for talking about stuff like that)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oops it seems like my post is getting longer and longer. This might be the effect of not blogging so often. All of a sudden I have tons of things to pour but it's bedtime now. I shall turn in now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight readers! See you all again! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With love, &lt;br /&gt;Jamie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-vL0hEurjJZ8/TvywyVCaODI/AAAAAAAABRc/8aDoB_pwuWc/s640/blogger-image--1992735444.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-vL0hEurjJZ8/TvywyVCaODI/AAAAAAAABRc/8aDoB_pwuWc/s640/blogger-image--1992735444.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7104103219075230878-5511975540795401119?l=girlondisplay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/feeds/5511975540795401119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/2011/12/before-i-forget.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7104103219075230878/posts/default/5511975540795401119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7104103219075230878/posts/default/5511975540795401119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/2011/12/before-i-forget.html' title='Before I Forget'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14524763641239201475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UPa0TudpJGM/TVO43PyVxlI/AAAAAAAABC4/OuS-i2BepMg/s220/3833280.JPEG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-vL0hEurjJZ8/TvywyVCaODI/AAAAAAAABRc/8aDoB_pwuWc/s72-c/blogger-image--1992735444.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7104103219075230878.post-5725271122168126392</id><published>2011-12-03T13:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-03T13:45:23.849+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Temperamental Lady</title><content type='html'>This is not a serious post. I've been wanting to blog about my past events/activities but in the current state of mind, I don't feel like doing so. Been mentally affected as well as emotionally. Swallowing down the pain without whining and learning to keep everything to myself. At least only I know the pain and it won't affect the others. At times I thought of giving up my life but come to think of it, why waste such a wonderful life despite going through all the dejections and disappointments? The downside does not worth your life instead make them the lessons that you're supposed to learn from. Dislike the mistake? Amend and alter your behavior or mind-set. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just so you know I'm not ready to face next week. I know I can't avoid the painful truth for long. I can escape for one or two days but not forever. Still, I don't have a good feeling about it. I've been trying to keep it from my thoughts but I failed to do so. When I'm alone my mind will wander to that subject and not to mention my mind is thinking about it now. It's more upsetting to receive the outcome than doing em. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date me peeps. I'm back in town and boring myself to death soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;The temperamental young lady. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7104103219075230878-5725271122168126392?l=girlondisplay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/feeds/5725271122168126392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/2011/12/temperamental-lady.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7104103219075230878/posts/default/5725271122168126392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7104103219075230878/posts/default/5725271122168126392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/2011/12/temperamental-lady.html' title='Temperamental Lady'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14524763641239201475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UPa0TudpJGM/TVO43PyVxlI/AAAAAAAABC4/OuS-i2BepMg/s220/3833280.JPEG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7104103219075230878.post-1684048355979660000</id><published>2011-11-24T23:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T23:44:43.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twilight Saga: The Breaking Dawn Part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QRxBanyYjtY/TboCQkyCI8I/AAAAAAAAAIo/AQKQ1WjqTdo/s1600/Twilight+Breaking+Dawn.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="396" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QRxBanyYjtY/TboCQkyCI8I/AAAAAAAAAIo/AQKQ1WjqTdo/s640/Twilight+Breaking+Dawn.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Twilight Fans! Have been so excited about the twilight breaking dawn right? Now your dreams come true. Today is the official release! So have you guys watched yet? Well, I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I'm not a huge fan of twilight but I think the story is pretty okay so far not until I saw today's movie. I would say it's pretty boring cos there's too little dialog and too many kissing scenes. PG13? I think they should categorize under 18SX.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as many of you know, Bella married Edward and had a baby. The funny part here is during their honeymoon. From the honeymoon, Bella found out that she can conceive a vampire's baby and her life was at stake since she's too weak to keep the baby. Somehow, they manage to figure out what the baby wants which is to drink human blood. The part where Bella broke her spine was pretty scary. You can actually feel the pain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to my personal story, this might be the last movie this year. No more after that when I return to my peaceful hometown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7104103219075230878-1684048355979660000?l=girlondisplay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/feeds/1684048355979660000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/2011/11/twilight-saga-breaking-dawn-part-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7104103219075230878/posts/default/1684048355979660000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7104103219075230878/posts/default/1684048355979660000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/2011/11/twilight-saga-breaking-dawn-part-1.html' title='Twilight Saga: The Breaking Dawn Part 1'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14524763641239201475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UPa0TudpJGM/TVO43PyVxlI/AAAAAAAABC4/OuS-i2BepMg/s220/3833280.JPEG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QRxBanyYjtY/TboCQkyCI8I/AAAAAAAAAIo/AQKQ1WjqTdo/s72-c/Twilight+Breaking+Dawn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7104103219075230878.post-1324991222952568554</id><published>2011-11-21T02:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T03:16:06.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Return</title><content type='html'>Aloha guys! I'm back. Previously, I have been busy with my finals and now I'm totally free! Yearn to work but due to last minute plans here and there, everything fails. Well, life is unpredictable right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My last paper was on the 10th of Nov and now it's 21st of Nov already. What have I done so far? Nothing but shopping, shopping and SHOPPING. Typical lady eh? I wish I'm not a shopaholic just like how I used to be. When you're one, there goes all your money and you'll be complaining how broke you've gone. Being penniless isn't a good feeling. It feels as if everything is beyond our reach. This reminds me of the book/movie. Confession of a Shopaholic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My short return to Taiping has been great even though it's only for 3 days. I ate a lot, slept a lot, played a lot. That's how I pass my time during breaks. No, you are wrong. I DO have the thought to work but what job do they have in Taiping that I can apply for? Erm well, I can say almost ZERO. I wish I can stay longer in KL to work for short events but yeah, my closed ones know why I can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh right, I've moved into a new place. Wait, not exactly moved, but I've moved some of my belongings to the new home while I'm still staying in the old place. I hope that doesn't complicate you. New room looks so much nicer, cleaner and more homey. That's what I've been looking for and I hope this time round I'll rent until I graduate. No more shifting at intervals cos that sucks! I never like moving house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found out something about myself. I'm getting lazier and lazier to blog. I'm not gonna let this few years of hard work blogging go to waste. I'll try to push myself to blog more and make it as interesting as possible. So keeping this alive is what I'm doing currently but it's boring. I have nothing much to talk about, just a summary of my life lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, to get my daily updates, follow me on twitter, @JamieShumJr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something random to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_Ati3F1nD_U/TslR0zFOZYI/AAAAAAAABP4/e8OIkkxHWeo/s1600/IMG_0431.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_Ati3F1nD_U/TslR0zFOZYI/AAAAAAAABP4/e8OIkkxHWeo/s640/IMG_0431.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;My favourite food!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7104103219075230878-1324991222952568554?l=girlondisplay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/feeds/1324991222952568554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/2011/11/my-return.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7104103219075230878/posts/default/1324991222952568554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7104103219075230878/posts/default/1324991222952568554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/2011/11/my-return.html' title='My Return'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14524763641239201475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UPa0TudpJGM/TVO43PyVxlI/AAAAAAAABC4/OuS-i2BepMg/s220/3833280.JPEG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_Ati3F1nD_U/TslR0zFOZYI/AAAAAAAABP4/e8OIkkxHWeo/s72-c/IMG_0431.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7104103219075230878.post-8947625386994429199</id><published>2011-10-21T09:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T09:32:21.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'>30 Minutes Before</title><content type='html'>Presentation in 30 minutes time! I have no where to rant so I take this time to blog. Yeehah. I think I'm prepared for it but inside of me I don't think that's enough. Oh well may everything turns out right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope You heard me. I sincerely hope you do. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7104103219075230878-8947625386994429199?l=girlondisplay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/feeds/8947625386994429199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/2011/10/30-minutes-before.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7104103219075230878/posts/default/8947625386994429199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7104103219075230878/posts/default/8947625386994429199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/2011/10/30-minutes-before.html' title='30 Minutes Before'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14524763641239201475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UPa0TudpJGM/TVO43PyVxlI/AAAAAAAABC4/OuS-i2BepMg/s220/3833280.JPEG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7104103219075230878.post-5156277995919969307</id><published>2011-10-16T18:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T18:33:07.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Sleep Tonight</title><content type='html'>I still have the time to blog. Right. That always happen. I shall stop blogging before and during exam period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No sleep tonight. Yes. I don't think I will get some sleep tonight since I have to rush my assignment and it's due tonight. Well, I can hand in tomorrow morning which means I STILL need to complete by tonight. AAAAA. No sleep no sleep. I won't sleep. I need coffee/tea/food/musics to keep me awake throughout the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finish ranting. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AGEQuV90Sec/TpqyjWAUaoI/AAAAAAAABMs/8J11_lKjWhY/s1600/IMG_0276.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AGEQuV90Sec/TpqyjWAUaoI/AAAAAAAABMs/8J11_lKjWhY/s640/IMG_0276.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Will be facing this tonight. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;P/S: I study no econs. I'm going to DIE tonight. What's inflation rate? =S&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7104103219075230878-5156277995919969307?l=girlondisplay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/feeds/5156277995919969307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/2011/10/no-sleep-tonight.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7104103219075230878/posts/default/5156277995919969307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7104103219075230878/posts/default/5156277995919969307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/2011/10/no-sleep-tonight.html' title='No Sleep Tonight'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14524763641239201475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UPa0TudpJGM/TVO43PyVxlI/AAAAAAAABC4/OuS-i2BepMg/s220/3833280.JPEG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AGEQuV90Sec/TpqyjWAUaoI/AAAAAAAABMs/8J11_lKjWhY/s72-c/IMG_0276.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7104103219075230878.post-4975140762247292685</id><published>2011-10-15T18:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-15T18:44:16.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Repeats</title><content type='html'>I have nothing to do right now. Wrong. I have millions of things to be done but I CAN'T do now. Due to the limit of light source, I'm unable to work on anything except to play with my Progy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have another new friend with me and let us welcome Clumsy Smurf!  The character I heart most and also the hero in the movie =D. He may be small but he's huggable. Teehee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ranting period. Exam is so so so near!! One word: DIE. Not fully prepared and assignments are not completed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ignore that. I've been boring my readers with my rants and that's enough. Nothing interesting actually  happen except for If I Die Young Taiping's first group meeting. And the number of attendees were maximum. That's rare for we have members who can't join most of the time. Nothing discussed but it was great after all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for today. I'll see ya again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-KMsE17WeBdo/Tplj5o2aN0I/AAAAAAAABMk/V8iaebuIrUU/s640/blogger-image--962150873.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-KMsE17WeBdo/Tplj5o2aN0I/AAAAAAAABMk/V8iaebuIrUU/s640/blogger-image--962150873.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7104103219075230878-4975140762247292685?l=girlondisplay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/feeds/4975140762247292685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-have-nothing-to-do-right-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7104103219075230878/posts/default/4975140762247292685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7104103219075230878/posts/default/4975140762247292685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-have-nothing-to-do-right-now.html' title='Repeats'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14524763641239201475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UPa0TudpJGM/TVO43PyVxlI/AAAAAAAABC4/OuS-i2BepMg/s220/3833280.JPEG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-KMsE17WeBdo/Tplj5o2aN0I/AAAAAAAABMk/V8iaebuIrUU/s72-c/blogger-image--962150873.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7104103219075230878.post-7960849109773987384</id><published>2011-10-09T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T23:51:11.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Always Like This</title><content type='html'>This seems to be happening to me all the time. From the time I started blogging heavily till now. So what am I referring to? It's my habit of blogging when examinations are just around the corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea why I implanted this habit which is bad but seemingly, I can't just shrug it off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt so demotivated suddenly. All I want to do is eat, sleep and shop. Piles of assignment lead me to the lackadaisical me. Up to date, I have only two weeks to prepare for my finals and there are still assignments coming in. What the hell is wrong with the higher authorities? I don't mind doing the assignments but stop giving at least one month before the finals. All my energy are absorbed by the time I spent on them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nonetheless, I visited my sister in Low Yat Plaza which is her current workplace. Pictures are bound to be uploaded soon. Not many but just to share. I'm supposed to attach to this post but I have none with me now. Too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m8SsnSACRvQ/TpMUUzPwRCI/AAAAAAAABMg/tGEsJZeS8KI/s1600/IMG_9691.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="425" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m8SsnSACRvQ/TpMUUzPwRCI/AAAAAAAABMg/tGEsJZeS8KI/s640/IMG_9691.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Enough of ranting. I shall get back to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: I am feeling so sleeeeeeeeeeepy. =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7104103219075230878-7960849109773987384?l=girlondisplay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/feeds/7960849109773987384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/2011/10/its-always-like-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7104103219075230878/posts/default/7960849109773987384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7104103219075230878/posts/default/7960849109773987384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/2011/10/its-always-like-this.html' title='It&apos;s Always Like This'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14524763641239201475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UPa0TudpJGM/TVO43PyVxlI/AAAAAAAABC4/OuS-i2BepMg/s220/3833280.JPEG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m8SsnSACRvQ/TpMUUzPwRCI/AAAAAAAABMg/tGEsJZeS8KI/s72-c/IMG_9691.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7104103219075230878.post-746877571159550480</id><published>2011-10-05T03:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T03:32:41.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here I Am Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hello fellow blog readers! Finally, I've made my return to update my blog. This has been the longest hiatus I've ever been into apart from two years ago where I was 'summoned' to join the national service.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Life has been too hectic and I nearly go crazy. I never expect my first year in university would be that busy in fact this is only my first semester. Most of my leisure hours were 'eaten' up by assignments, meetings, tutorials and now revision. So much to do, so little time. Finals are getting closer and closer yet I've made no time for revision up to date. I've been working on my assignments and reports till I neglected my tutorials. I've been attending tutorial classes with empty knowledge about the topics to be taught on that day. See how screwed my life is. All these explains my disappearance from blogosphere. Well, I may not be appearing here but I've been updating a lot in twitter. At least I don't have to sit down and think a lot on what to post in twitter. Thanks to the character limits, twitter works like a blog for me except I don't have to spend a long time on my chair to create a post instead I post anything that come across my mind within seconds. I'm glad there's such app called &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;TWITTER.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Moving out from the ol' blogging style (referring to the previous paragraph, ain't that ol' style?), there are also interesting stories. First of all is the trip to Broga Hill during a one-day holiday which is the Malaysia Day. Yay. That's my first time and it was fun even though the only thing you do there is hiking. It felt great when you hike with a bunch of friends. Crapping all the way up, slipping off once in awhile, tripping here and there, playing songs. All these are simple activities yet enjoyable when your companions are fun. Let me share some photos with you. Not well taken but just a sneak peak. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Mcj3OxAko4Q/Totdkt7HBII/AAAAAAAABL8/thqH8cWq6uo/s1600/IMG_6213.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Mcj3OxAko4Q/Totdkt7HBII/AAAAAAAABL8/thqH8cWq6uo/s400/IMG_6213.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;5 in the morning with Melvin providing light source for Benny to do business.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Kqo3bA2Dbfk/Totdu4340UI/AAAAAAAABMA/oFU-w3hgqIs/s1600/IMG_6217.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Kqo3bA2Dbfk/Totdu4340UI/AAAAAAAABMA/oFU-w3hgqIs/s400/IMG_6217.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The moon&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TO2czc_nT60/TotdwqUhIdI/AAAAAAAABME/18ud5n5AMQU/s1600/IMG_6230.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TO2czc_nT60/TotdwqUhIdI/AAAAAAAABME/18ud5n5AMQU/s400/IMG_6230.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The large eye bags with tired faces since we woke up early for this event and I nearly bailed last minute. =D&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UzGG4qTZrhk/TotdzR_OuBI/AAAAAAAABMI/Hjvk07XLb0k/s1600/IMG_6257.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UzGG4qTZrhk/TotdzR_OuBI/AAAAAAAABMI/Hjvk07XLb0k/s400/IMG_6257.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Being the monkey, Melvin loves climbing trees at the peak.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_wqhKErZ44M/Totd03SbaCI/AAAAAAAABMM/dpmZ66mV6eM/s1600/IMG_6270.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_wqhKErZ44M/Totd03SbaCI/AAAAAAAABMM/dpmZ66mV6eM/s400/IMG_6270.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The two flowers among the thorns.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-M5Js9ndC000/ToteG_q8SEI/AAAAAAAABMU/LvuoYXR_Dyk/s1600/IMG_6273.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-M5Js9ndC000/ToteG_q8SEI/AAAAAAAABMU/LvuoYXR_Dyk/s400/IMG_6273.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The peak the peak! We made it!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qqSp2nsNVvM/ToteLYF9AUI/AAAAAAAABMY/M_4AzjJWD6A/s1600/IMG_6278.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qqSp2nsNVvM/ToteLYF9AUI/AAAAAAAABMY/M_4AzjJWD6A/s400/IMG_6278.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;A final photo before leaving going down.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Yp4tz2urpyg/ToteNjR_E4I/AAAAAAAABMc/ye-hfxeBJ5A/s1600/IMG_6287.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Yp4tz2urpyg/ToteNjR_E4I/AAAAAAAABMc/ye-hfxeBJ5A/s400/IMG_6287.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Definitely not in Broga for this but look at this KID eating McDonald's. Ain't he looking like a little boy?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Now, coming to the saddest part during this period. My dearest uncle passed away and what's worse was I couldn't attend the wake/funeral. Stupid presentation held me back and initially, I wasn't informed about his death. I understand that my parents wouldn't want me to worry about it and affected my studies but this is so major that I think I shouldn't be kept away from the news. Somehow I got to know right on the day itself and I couldn't stop being so grieved. When I rushed back to Taiping, the only remain that I got to see was his ashes. I don't get to see him for the last time. And I last saw him a month ago. That's freaking long! Now, I will never have the chance to see him and the only memories left are photos of him.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;On a lighter note, let me welcome my newest member in my family, my dearest Progy! Ever since he came into my life, I've neglected Laprados which is a sad thing despite the both of them being best friends. I'm so biased and how could I be. I spent so much on Progy till I was really broke last month. Nevertheless, I love pimping my lovely Progy but if only I was born richer, I will definitely get &amp;nbsp;a new shirt for him right now since his first shirt is torn. =S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;By the way, I shouldn't be blogging at this hour and I'm supposed to replenish my energy for tomorrow is going to be another long day filled with classes. But because progy is holding me from sleeping, I've decided to update my blog since my printer isn't working AGAIN (really frustrated when it comes to my printer).&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Guess I'll hit the sack now if I do not want to be a zombie tomorrow. I need my POWER! Goodnight fellow readers and I promise the next return will be very soon.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7104103219075230878-746877571159550480?l=girlondisplay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/feeds/746877571159550480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/2011/10/here-i-am-again.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7104103219075230878/posts/default/746877571159550480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7104103219075230878/posts/default/746877571159550480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/2011/10/here-i-am-again.html' title='Here I Am Again'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14524763641239201475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UPa0TudpJGM/TVO43PyVxlI/AAAAAAAABC4/OuS-i2BepMg/s220/3833280.JPEG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Mcj3OxAko4Q/Totdkt7HBII/AAAAAAAABL8/thqH8cWq6uo/s72-c/IMG_6213.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7104103219075230878.post-6163169933825247714</id><published>2011-08-27T13:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-27T14:02:14.195+08:00</updated><title type='text'>As I Sit Down.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have been going through a really bad week this time and nothing seems to go smoothly. I'm emotionally affected by all these ordeals. When will all these miseries end??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;First ordeal:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;No water supply for nearly a week without notice. I had a hard time going here and there to shower as well as do my business. Thanks to my friend, sister and my cousin who helped me go through this hard time. So that's one. I'm not gonna elaborate on this as it's a past. What good have I got complaining about this?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Second ordeal:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This is not exactly bad. Internet connection down. Couldn't even online at home and I have to stay in university everyday till night just to go online. Tell me who can survive without internet nowadays apart from the older generations? I couldn't get my lecture notes printed before class, couldn't download my tutorials from blackboard so on and so forth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These two tortures happened simultaneously and my life is '&lt;i&gt;smurf&lt;/i&gt;'ed up twice the amount.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Third ordeal which happens few hours ago:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Played Price Tag before studying to help reducing the stress that got on me lately. And as I sat down with a leg crossing on the other, trying to study my dynamics, there comes the tribulation hitting me. I felt a sudden chill on the leg that was in contact with the floor and I thought it was me having cramp or somewhat like that thus, I put down the other leg to relieve the 'cramp' leg but to my horror, water started flowing into my room! Where on earth did the water come from? So when I was walking towards my door, I realised that my room is flooded! Yes FLOODED! And I'm staying in an apartment. Irony ain't it? Then, I went and looked for the source of water and it came from the master bedroom. And you know what I saw? The tap was running and the entire toilet was flooded. Who on earth is that STUPID to leave the tap on even when there's no water supply? Is it that hard for you to check regularly to know whether the water supply is back or not? It's just under one roof! What if I wasn't at home this morning? I could have gone out earlier to uni and not seeing all these happen. That's not all. My books, mattress, printer, bags, shoes, important docs, almost everything in my room is wet! They're all in a mess now. And that's not even the worst yet. Nobody is home to help me clean up the mess! Okay there's one. My housemate's boyfriend. That useless brat. All he knows is sleep, eat, smoke. I have to use up my time for my studies just to clean the entire house with a swollen ankle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please. Can someone take me out of this hell?!?! It's torturous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Retarded.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7104103219075230878-6163169933825247714?l=girlondisplay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/feeds/6163169933825247714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/2011/08/as-i-sit-down.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7104103219075230878/posts/default/6163169933825247714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7104103219075230878/posts/default/6163169933825247714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/2011/08/as-i-sit-down.html' title='As I Sit Down.'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14524763641239201475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UPa0TudpJGM/TVO43PyVxlI/AAAAAAAABC4/OuS-i2BepMg/s220/3833280.JPEG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7104103219075230878.post-4883752346598993606</id><published>2011-08-20T16:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-20T16:14:46.941+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Right Beside You</title><content type='html'>Here I am blogging from university's library.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting right beside a nerd who isn't helping to study at all instead a very distracting nerd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I thought staying back with a nerd can help to increase my productivity rate but it's not helping at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screw my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having lots of problems lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Water supply disruption and I'm having troubles to even pee or poo at home. I had to run here and there to look for toilets to shower and do some other business.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7104103219075230878-4883752346598993606?l=girlondisplay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/feeds/4883752346598993606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/2011/08/right-beside-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7104103219075230878/posts/default/4883752346598993606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7104103219075230878/posts/default/4883752346598993606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/2011/08/right-beside-you.html' title='Right Beside You'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14524763641239201475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UPa0TudpJGM/TVO43PyVxlI/AAAAAAAABC4/OuS-i2BepMg/s220/3833280.JPEG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7104103219075230878.post-3879624352362680936</id><published>2011-08-14T13:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-14T13:10:04.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Favorite Smurf</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nuffnang.com.my/wp-content/uploads/2011/08/Smurfs-Final-Eng.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.nuffnang.com.my/wp-content/uploads/2011/08/Smurfs-Final-Eng.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet most of you have heard about this upcoming movie right? So what are these blue creatures? They are the SMURFS who got into New York City and can't find their way back to the Smurf Village.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To help you understand better about this awesome movie, with this I attach the &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;synopsis&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c5459; font-family: Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Smurfs make their first 3D trip to the big screen in Columbia Pictures’/Sony Pictures Animation’s hybrid live-action and animated family comedy, The Smurfs. When the evil wizard Gargamel chases the Smurfs out of their village, they’re forced through a portal, out of their world and into ours, landing in the middle of New York’s Central Park. Just three apples high and stuck in the Big Apple, the Smurfs must find a way to get back to their village before Gargamel tracks them down.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Entry:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9FJGJlrEsHE/TkdSzaPq_DI/AAAAAAAABLs/vu_6ZRhB-9E/s1600/smurfs_dtop_800_clumsy_net_nt.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9FJGJlrEsHE/TkdSzaPq_DI/AAAAAAAABLs/vu_6ZRhB-9E/s640/smurfs_dtop_800_clumsy_net_nt.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite Smurf would be &lt;b&gt;Clumsy Smurf&lt;/b&gt;! You must be wondering why I chose Clumsy. By the name Clumsy, it's not so convincing that he might find the way back to Smurf Village. Yet, it is simply because Clumsy Smurf resembles me! I'm clumsy yet I'm still able to solve problems. So I have my faith in Clumsy. (^-^)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how is Clumsy going to lead the other Smurfs back to the Village? Clumsy is so klutzy that he might gain lots of help from people around. People will actually sympathize and offer a helping hand to him. That's his easy way out. Plus, he is so adorable and attractive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does Clumsy like? Clumsy loves adventures! Therefore, he suggested to the others to go for a walk around the city, exploring the metropolis and slowly, Clumsy falls in love with the place despite the inability of him catching up with the citizens' pace. He can't stop exploring every shops found in New York City and got way too excited that he doesn't mind tripping all the time while walking (due to his clumsiness, he always trips for example, like kicking his own feet.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another reason, as we all know, we get frustrated or panic easily when we're in a new place and what more the smurfs are way smaller creatures compared to the humans in New York City. Clumsy's graceless can bring fun and joy to his companions and indirectly reduces their anxiety as well as fears in an unfamiliar place. It may be frustrating at first but as time passes, you'll notice that his clumsiness will actually relieve tension.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't judge a book by its cover. Clumsy may be klutzy yet he MAY have supernatural powers that can help the smurfs to return to their village. So one fine day when they are strolling around New York City, Clumsy suggested to the smurfs to hold each others hands to make sure that none of them will go missing in the midst of the busy city. While Clumsy is grasping one of the smurfs' hand, he senses something weird within him but he never know what it is thus, ignoring it. Halfway, there is a blue aura surrounding him and he realized the aura is slowly spreading to the other smurfs as well and poof! They're back in the Smurf Village!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy ever after. Clumsy is the hero! Go Clumsy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7104103219075230878-3879624352362680936?l=girlondisplay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/feeds/3879624352362680936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/2011/08/my-favorite-smurf.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7104103219075230878/posts/default/3879624352362680936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7104103219075230878/posts/default/3879624352362680936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/2011/08/my-favorite-smurf.html' title='My Favorite Smurf'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14524763641239201475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UPa0TudpJGM/TVO43PyVxlI/AAAAAAAABC4/OuS-i2BepMg/s220/3833280.JPEG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9FJGJlrEsHE/TkdSzaPq_DI/AAAAAAAABLs/vu_6ZRhB-9E/s72-c/smurfs_dtop_800_clumsy_net_nt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7104103219075230878.post-5213864112661332240</id><published>2011-08-10T18:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-10T18:50:49.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Dear abandoned blog,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I truly miss confiding in you. You're the only friend that I have who is forever awake at anytime and anywhere plus I can definitely rely on you. You listen to me ranting and venting without complains simply because YOU CAN'T TALK!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of the consequences after being occupied by workload everyday. I'm turning crazy and crapping to myself. I need a break from all these assignments, tutorials and also reports but I know I can never get that since I've taken a long break before starting my degree. Geez, I'm losing my mojo as well as my energy. Draining out slowly, bit by bit, eyelids are getting heavier and heavier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss Gaetana. I can hardly find time to play her. She has been standing in my room for ages but I just can't find time for her. How sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: It's actually good to have so many things lining up in my life, waiting for me to complete them so that I won't be spending my time grieving over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7104103219075230878-5213864112661332240?l=girlondisplay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/feeds/5213864112661332240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/2011/08/dear-abandoned-blog-i-truly-miss.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7104103219075230878/posts/default/5213864112661332240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7104103219075230878/posts/default/5213864112661332240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/2011/08/dear-abandoned-blog-i-truly-miss.html' title=''/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14524763641239201475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UPa0TudpJGM/TVO43PyVxlI/AAAAAAAABC4/OuS-i2BepMg/s220/3833280.JPEG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7104103219075230878.post-545968346679624431</id><published>2011-08-02T20:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T01:03:53.959+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Look What You've Done</title><content type='html'>I need to breathe. *in* *out* *in* *out*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angry? No. Frustrated? No. Disappointed? YES! Wait, no. I don't even know my exact feelings now. I'm so lost and left hanging in the air. There's no wind to even blow me to a direction. Where is the light of my life? Where is the opening of the tunnel? Where is my getaway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twitter followers must have noticed how much I've changed these days from someone who talks only about studies and daily life to someone who started cursing and throwing vulgarities in almost every single post update. Here, I apologize for all the harsh words I've used but nothing can really explains my heart, soul, mind and emotions apart from them. I'm trying my very best to not use any of those words and replacing with whatever that I can think of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sudden change. It does not happen for no reason as everything happens for a reason. How much pain I've been through is immeasurable. Imagine a tiny cut on you is getting worse and is further infected to a state where only time can heal. This is where I'm at now. I keep telling myself not to let things like this to bother me when I'm in school but it is rather impossible. HIGHLY impossible I would say. It's so fresh and it's glued to my brain. Even when in sleep, my dream would be more or less about the subject. Every dream I had from last week has been taken part by the subject. I don't want to be alone cause whenever I'm alone, my mind will wander, my eyes will start welling up, my brain is jammed and my sight gets blurry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 months. Why do you only give me 7 months of break? Why not longer? The pain doubles, the fragile heart is broken and the mindset has changed. WARNING: Beware people. I won't do any harm to the people around me but frankly, I will not know what I'll do to myself. Seriously, this is one of the worst feelings I've ever gone through. I have no direction, stranded in the middle of the path, don't know what in the world is going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My situation: Hopes are built but came crashing down. Trust is gained but it's meaningless now. Fate is accepted but not under my control to change it. I know what's gonna come if I really hop into it and I'm more than willing to do anything yet this is futile. Where are all the hopes you've given me? Where are all the assurance that you've sent me? Now, you of all people should know why didn't I take in promises? Look what you've done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only the next morning I wake up and realize that all these were just dreams, my life will be much simpler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, nearly got into an accident twice in two days. How reckless am I. Mind's not focusing. And I sprained my ankle again. FML.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7104103219075230878-545968346679624431?l=girlondisplay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/feeds/545968346679624431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/2011/08/look-what-youve-done.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7104103219075230878/posts/default/545968346679624431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7104103219075230878/posts/default/545968346679624431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/2011/08/look-what-youve-done.html' title='Look What You&apos;ve Done'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14524763641239201475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UPa0TudpJGM/TVO43PyVxlI/AAAAAAAABC4/OuS-i2BepMg/s220/3833280.JPEG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7104103219075230878.post-5143322716627499521</id><published>2011-08-01T18:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-01T18:45:56.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Good</title><content type='html'>Sprained ankle. Sore throat. Red eyes. What else have not infected me? Don't attack me one after another please. If you want come all together at once! Either way it will be torturing also but I still prefer getting everything together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, what the hell is wrong with me? Weakened immune system?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I figured out a few things which made me upset but hey, dwell not. Let it come and go. Forget what had happened and look forward. Buddha says, "dwell not on the past, dream not about the future, concentrate your mind on the present moment." This is what I'll implement in myself from today onwards. No more sad stories, no more sorrowful thoughts, no more weary eyes. It's time to have a good sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What goes around comes around. I STILL want to believe in this but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, JSJ is &lt;i&gt;nomming&lt;/i&gt; on expired bread. What a 'bliss' huh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7104103219075230878-5143322716627499521?l=girlondisplay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/feeds/5143322716627499521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/2011/08/not-good.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7104103219075230878/posts/default/5143322716627499521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7104103219075230878/posts/default/5143322716627499521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/2011/08/not-good.html' title='Not Good'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14524763641239201475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UPa0TudpJGM/TVO43PyVxlI/AAAAAAAABC4/OuS-i2BepMg/s220/3833280.JPEG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7104103219075230878.post-2166340404454986798</id><published>2011-07-26T11:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T11:55:17.337+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ohaio!</title><content type='html'>No. Not Ohio but Ohaio. A new style of mine to greet someone. Sounds more cheerful that 'Hello' or a simple 'hi'. But of cos I do not greet strangers that way. Only to those whom I know and closer ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the hell am I crapping at this hour? My main point here is I'm blogging from the university's computer lab. Ahh. 5 hours break. What else can I do? Well I can actually study but I don't have the mojo now. Come baby come! I need you now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7104103219075230878-2166340404454986798?l=girlondisplay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/feeds/2166340404454986798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/2011/07/ohaio.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7104103219075230878/posts/default/2166340404454986798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7104103219075230878/posts/default/2166340404454986798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/2011/07/ohaio.html' title='Ohaio!'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14524763641239201475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UPa0TudpJGM/TVO43PyVxlI/AAAAAAAABC4/OuS-i2BepMg/s220/3833280.JPEG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7104103219075230878.post-3510041506087679285</id><published>2011-07-24T00:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-24T00:10:47.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The 'Elephant'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7; font-size: large;"&gt;What is the 'elephant'?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GzvF4ZbAhHI/TirswDuX4QI/AAAAAAAABLg/-sBFCPeTbng/s1600/23072011380.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GzvF4ZbAhHI/TirswDuX4QI/AAAAAAAABLg/-sBFCPeTbng/s400/23072011380.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Yours truly's current condition of her leg.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;'Elephant' enough? Yea. This is the 'elephant' as mentioned in my title. As seen in the picture above, that is what I got from spraining the ankle. I would say this is the worst in my entire life. Never have I gotten such 'huge' leg from spraining.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The incident occurred yesterday in the evening where I missed a step and 'prakk'. There goes my normal leg. It was so hurtful yet I was able to walk right after I twisted my ankle. But it got worse after my dinner in Manhattan F.M.. Could it be due to the cold drinks that I took plus the seafood I ate? I'm not sure about those. Then, later at night, &lt;a href="http://janiceyeap.blogspot.com/"&gt;JaniceMonteith&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;drove me to my cousin's place and from there we took of to USJ8 to see a doctor. Not a good doctor but I have no choice as there's no other late doctors. Never mind, to kill the pain, I had to take painkiller for a better sleep at night.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;My biggest concern here is how am I going to attend classes on Monday? I have class from 8am until 4pm. How am I going to move from one class to another in the given time? How am I going to walk from the car park to the auditoriums/lecture halls? Anyhow I cannot skip this cause it's my first ever lecture as an undergraduate. I can definitely still drive as I'm driving an automatic car and it was my left leg that I sprained. My problem is walking! &amp;nbsp;WALKING! Oh my... And I have a friend who suggested to me to use a wheelchair to move from class to class. I'd prefer crutches if I have to choose between those two options.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;With such a leg right now, I have problems in buying food for lunch and also dinner. I can't really rely on my friends as they are busy with their own life as well. I can't be bugging them to buy food for me. They are not even responsible for my situation.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EIf-_zodRdI/TirvSW0XtBI/AAAAAAAABLk/qiKnbkPyjrU/s1600/23072011379.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EIf-_zodRdI/TirvSW0XtBI/AAAAAAAABLk/qiKnbkPyjrU/s400/23072011379.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And this is how it looks like from the side view. The bruise seems serious. I have this sudden urge to amputate my leg. =S I know it's stupid and I'm not gonna do it cos this will eventually heal. I'm not going to sacrifice a foot just to attend class. BUT! I WILL attend lectures on Monday FOR SURE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d_VN6L5NJ74/TirwZZWvzUI/AAAAAAAABLo/kg8PzuQ7eBA/s1600/23072011376.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d_VN6L5NJ74/TirwZZWvzUI/AAAAAAAABLo/kg8PzuQ7eBA/s400/23072011376.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bandaged foot. I have elephant limb which doesn't serve its purpose as it is for elephants. =( I can't even cross my leg~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"&gt;TOUGH LUCK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7104103219075230878-3510041506087679285?l=girlondisplay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/feeds/3510041506087679285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/2011/07/elephant.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7104103219075230878/posts/default/3510041506087679285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7104103219075230878/posts/default/3510041506087679285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/2011/07/elephant.html' title='The &apos;Elephant&apos;'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14524763641239201475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UPa0TudpJGM/TVO43PyVxlI/AAAAAAAABC4/OuS-i2BepMg/s220/3833280.JPEG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GzvF4ZbAhHI/TirswDuX4QI/AAAAAAAABLg/-sBFCPeTbng/s72-c/23072011380.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7104103219075230878.post-1611084724757489659</id><published>2011-07-23T15:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-23T15:55:21.667+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Have I Missed Out?</title><content type='html'>Lately, I've been a little bit inactive in both Facebook and Twitter as well as blogger. This is due to the transition of life that I'm going through currently. It's a big, big step that I'm taking and I'm slowly adapting to this new phase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what's keeping me busy? Packing stuff, travelling, moving into newly rented condominium, unpacking my boxes, attending orientation, planning, etc etc. Life sucks at the start of it but gradually getting better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, I end the great week badly but spraining my ankle. It swells and restricts my movement. I need to attend my classes on Monday! Those are my first lectures in my university life! How can I miss it right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speedy recovery. That's what I need. Lunch and dinner have been a big problem to me as I can't walk. Sad. Have not been taking proper food for days already.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7104103219075230878-1611084724757489659?l=girlondisplay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/feeds/1611084724757489659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/2011/07/what-have-i-missed-out.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7104103219075230878/posts/default/1611084724757489659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7104103219075230878/posts/default/1611084724757489659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/2011/07/what-have-i-missed-out.html' title='What Have I Missed Out?'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14524763641239201475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UPa0TudpJGM/TVO43PyVxlI/AAAAAAAABC4/OuS-i2BepMg/s220/3833280.JPEG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7104103219075230878.post-8130752250628638834</id><published>2011-07-15T00:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-15T00:50:59.162+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Correct Timing To Drink Water</title><content type='html'>While I was clearing my emails and reading those unread mails, I found something that really caught my attention. It is something that we have to do daily, in fact a few times a day and that is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d5a6bd; font-size: large;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d5a6bd; font-size: large;"&gt;**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d5a6bd; font-size: large;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d5a6bd; font-size: large;"&gt;****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d5a6bd; font-size: large;"&gt;******&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d5a6bd; font-size: large;"&gt;****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d5a6bd; font-size: large;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d5a6bd; font-size: large;"&gt;**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d5a6bd; font-size: large;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138; font-size: large;"&gt;DRINKING WATER.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ahadsiddiqui.files.wordpress.com/2011/05/flesje-water.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://ahadsiddiqui.files.wordpress.com/2011/05/flesje-water.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; is so crucial to us human and yes, everyone knows about this even a small little child may know. But do you guys know that to drink water we need to see the right timing as well? And why is it important to know what's the right time to drink? Simply because it will maximise its effectiveness to human body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's all look at this together:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Two glasses of water taken after waking up helps to activate internal organs&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;One glass of water, 30 minutes before meal helps in digestion&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;One glass of water consumed before taking a bath will help to lower blood pressure&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;One glass of water gulped down before sleep may help to avoid stroke or heart attack&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P/S: Just to share what I read. I don't know whether it's really proven by any doctors or not but there's no harm in trying right? After all, what we're trying with is water NOT poison.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Peace out. xoxo&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jamie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Default Sans Serif', Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote type="cite"&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7104103219075230878-8130752250628638834?l=girlondisplay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/feeds/8130752250628638834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/2011/07/correct-timing-to-drink-water.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7104103219075230878/posts/default/8130752250628638834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7104103219075230878/posts/default/8130752250628638834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/2011/07/correct-timing-to-drink-water.html' title='Correct Timing To Drink Water'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14524763641239201475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UPa0TudpJGM/TVO43PyVxlI/AAAAAAAABC4/OuS-i2BepMg/s220/3833280.JPEG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7104103219075230878.post-1516484205645190708</id><published>2011-07-11T16:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T16:49:24.662+08:00</updated><title type='text'>92 Truths About Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Name: Jamie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Age: 20&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Birthdate: 4th of Feb&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Present Address: Taiping&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;What Was Your :&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;1. last beverage =&amp;nbsp;Orange Juice squeezed by myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;2. last phone call =&amp;nbsp;Sister : Janice/Bacon/Dudu/BuuBuu/BiiBuu&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;3. last text message = Suen ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;4. last song you listened to = If I Die Young by The Band Perry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;5. last time you cried =&amp;nbsp; Errr....Two weeks before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Have You Ever :&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;6. dated someone twice = No.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;7. been cheated on =&amp;nbsp; Nope&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;8. kissed someone &amp;amp; regretted it = Have not.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;9. lost someone special = I don't think so&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;10. been depressed = Definitely&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;11. been drunk and threw up = My alcohol tolerance level is HIGH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;List Three Favourite Colors :&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;12. Purple&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;13. White&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;14. Red ( Can I add more? (= )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Have You :&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;15. Made a new friend = Yes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;16. Fallen out of love = Previously&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;17. Laughed until you cried = &amp;nbsp;Sure do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;18. Met someone who changed you = I changed but not cause of that someone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;19. Found out who your true friends were = &amp;nbsp;ooo..yes yes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;20. Found out someone was talking about you = ouch. yea. =(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;21. Kissed anyone on your FB friend's list =&amp;nbsp; Family consider right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;General :&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;22. How many people on your FB friends list do you know in real life = Almost all cos I don't add/approve random people&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;24. Do you have any pets = No but I wanted one.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;25. Do you want to change your name = I love the uniqueness in my name&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;26. What did you do for your last birthday =&amp;nbsp; Celebrated with my family and friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;27. What time did you wake up today = &amp;nbsp;10.04 am&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;28. What were you doing at midnight last night = Reading blogs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;29. Name something you CANNOT wait for = &amp;nbsp;Holiday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;30. Last time you saw your Mother=&amp;nbsp; 1 hour ago&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;31. What is one thing you wish you could change about your life = I used to be discontented with certain things in life but now I'm satisfied with it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;32. What are you listening to right now = Someone coughing. =P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;33. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom? = I don't have friends with such name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;34. What's getting on your nerves right now = First day of my university life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;35. Most visited webpage = Yahoo! Mail.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;37. Nickname =&amp;nbsp;Rabbit, Maggie, Dudu, BuuBuu, Jay Mee, Mie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;38. Relationship Status =&amp;nbsp; Single =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;39. Zodiac sign = Aquarius&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;40. Male or Female = Female&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;41. Elementary = S.K Convent Kota, Taiping&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;42. High School = SMK Convent, Taiping&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;43. Uni = &amp;nbsp;Monash University Sunway Campus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;44. Hair color = Black&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;45. Long or short = Long&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;46. Height = 159cm/160cm&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;47. Do you have a crush on someone? = Not answering this. =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;48. What do you like about yourself =&amp;nbsp; Used to have but none for now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;52.What do you hate about yourself = Woahh.. Ain't easy to answer this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;51. Tattoos = No tattoos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Firsts :&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;52. First surgery = When I was 7&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;53. First piercing = On my earlobes when I was 15&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;54. First best friend = &amp;nbsp;None I guess&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;55. First sport you joined = Hockey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;56. First vacation = Thailand/Singapore (either one cos I don't remember)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;58. First pair of trainers = Hmmm.. probably when i was 13&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Right Now :&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;59. Eating =&amp;nbsp; Air&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;60. Drinking = Air&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;61. I'm about to = Sing the song blasting out in my room&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;62. Listening to = &amp;nbsp;Musics&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;63. Waiting for = Nothing in particular&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Your Future :&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;64. Want kids? = If I can. =P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;65. Get Married? = &amp;nbsp;when the guy is my Mr.Right&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;66. Career? = Engineer lo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;67. Lips or eyes = What does this supposed to mean?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;68. Hugs or kisses = HUGS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;69. Shorter or taller = Taller&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;70. Older or Younger = Older of cos!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;71. Romantic or spontaneous = Romantic =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;72. Nice stomach or nice arms = Lol. I want both.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;73. Sensitive or loud = Better be sensitive than loud&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;74. Hook-up or relationship = Heh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;75. Trouble maker or hesitant = Hesitant&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Have You Ever :&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;76. Kissed a stranger = &amp;nbsp;NO!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;77. Drank hard liquor = Erm. Yea.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;78. Lost glasses/contacts = Nope&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;79. Sex on first date = This is definitely NO! WTH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;80. Broke someone's heart = I don't know.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;81. Had your own heart broken =&amp;nbsp;Yea but that's already once upon a time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;82. Been arrested = Nada..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;83. Turned someone down = &amp;nbsp; Err. in what sense?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;84. Cried when someone died= Yep, Grandpa, Grandma, Uncle, Aunty, Cousin. Not enough?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;85. Fallen for a friend = Uh huh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Do You Believe In :&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;86. Yourself = &amp;nbsp;No. I have no self-confidence&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;87. Miracles = I believe.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;88. Love at first sight = I used to deny this but yea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;89. Heaven =&amp;nbsp; Oooh for sure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;90. Santa Claus = Never in life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;91. Kiss on the first date = Any significant meaning?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;92. Angels = No. =S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7104103219075230878-1516484205645190708?l=girlondisplay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/feeds/1516484205645190708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/2011/07/92-truth-about-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7104103219075230878/posts/default/1516484205645190708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7104103219075230878/posts/default/1516484205645190708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/2011/07/92-truth-about-me.html' title='92 Truths About Me'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14524763641239201475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UPa0TudpJGM/TVO43PyVxlI/AAAAAAAABC4/OuS-i2BepMg/s220/3833280.JPEG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7104103219075230878.post-3177993298275001961</id><published>2011-07-09T16:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-09T16:22:14.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>9th of July</title><content type='html'>4th of July is so glorious and 9th of July? It's a chaos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please be more rational.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know which is the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accept the fact, 'those' PEOPLE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This rally is so great that it &lt;b&gt;might&lt;/b&gt; be part of our Malaysian history syllabus in the future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7104103219075230878-3177993298275001961?l=girlondisplay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/feeds/3177993298275001961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/2011/07/9th-of-july.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7104103219075230878/posts/default/3177993298275001961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7104103219075230878/posts/default/3177993298275001961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/2011/07/9th-of-july.html' title='9th of July'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14524763641239201475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UPa0TudpJGM/TVO43PyVxlI/AAAAAAAABC4/OuS-i2BepMg/s220/3833280.JPEG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7104103219075230878.post-7908494074277647638</id><published>2011-07-09T00:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-09T00:12:03.094+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Foodography</title><content type='html'>The only thing I'll share here today is all about food. =) I do have stories to share but currently, I am having writer's block and I wanted to update my blog long ago yet I'm too lazy. =S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here comes the '&lt;i&gt;foodography':&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P1ohEnJyuF4/ThcmnvbtxHI/AAAAAAAABIU/as7IxeP1BGw/s1600/IMG_5391.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P1ohEnJyuF4/ThcmnvbtxHI/AAAAAAAABIU/as7IxeP1BGw/s640/IMG_5391.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Super yummy oysters! Look at the size of the oyster! Huge isn't it? ♥&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CYdN3fNbEZg/ThcmxUAgWTI/AAAAAAAABIY/o0Kc7RhD-u0/s1600/IMG_5395.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CYdN3fNbEZg/ThcmxUAgWTI/AAAAAAAABIY/o0Kc7RhD-u0/s640/IMG_5395.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Golden fried rice with crab and egg.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IGKO3zb3WyA/ThcnAyhPtVI/AAAAAAAABIc/COyVujSCveo/s1600/IMG_5400.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IGKO3zb3WyA/ThcnAyhPtVI/AAAAAAAABIc/COyVujSCveo/s640/IMG_5400.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tiny yet delicious 油条 (You tiao) that I miss eating a lot. Now we found another stall!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;♥&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HXXSq-IueWs/ThcnKbxcCPI/AAAAAAAABIg/in5NX2qbW1w/s1600/IMG_5401.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HXXSq-IueWs/ThcnKbxcCPI/AAAAAAAABIg/in5NX2qbW1w/s640/IMG_5401.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;My yam rice for breakfast&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J4137gFddP0/ThcnUZw9XiI/AAAAAAAABIk/huKkwPjb9qk/s1600/IMG_5423.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J4137gFddP0/ThcnUZw9XiI/AAAAAAAABIk/huKkwPjb9qk/s640/IMG_5423.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Heineken: Drink for lunch to quench thirst.☺&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(When I asked for a beer glass that aunty took a double look at me)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qT3lJs12yY0/ThcncFbNQzI/AAAAAAAABIo/fTSgxAiRX8k/s1600/IMG_5465.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qT3lJs12yY0/ThcncFbNQzI/AAAAAAAABIo/fTSgxAiRX8k/s640/IMG_5465.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And this was for dinner! 18 years Glenfiddich Scotch Whisky ♡&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Xn-9h9IDkj8/Thcnk0-YGrI/AAAAAAAABIs/nCWWoZRmT1Y/s1600/IMG_5472.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Xn-9h9IDkj8/Thcnk0-YGrI/AAAAAAAABIs/nCWWoZRmT1Y/s640/IMG_5472.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Weird green fish. I don't know what were the ingredients used.&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KbZZYS-gx-I/ThcnxMgeJxI/AAAAAAAABIw/RWCTxBqltkg/s1600/IMG_5443.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KbZZYS-gx-I/ThcnxMgeJxI/AAAAAAAABIw/RWCTxBqltkg/s640/IMG_5443.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Here comes the mini pineapple! Super succulent and sweet! Yummmss....Still having some at home ☺&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-23Xeh93n60Q/Thcn6TKGsqI/AAAAAAAABI0/fTbtYLKMVVo/s1600/IMG_5446.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-23Xeh93n60Q/Thcn6TKGsqI/AAAAAAAABI0/fTbtYLKMVVo/s640/IMG_5446.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-v27zUfvUH40/ThcoE4Tv5fI/AAAAAAAABI4/eA-xYSEMz7c/s1600/IMG_5447.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-v27zUfvUH40/ThcoE4Tv5fI/AAAAAAAABI4/eA-xYSEMz7c/s640/IMG_5447.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And dear Peki loves those fruits so much. =) Isn't she adorable? *squeeze her*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7104103219075230878-7908494074277647638?l=girlondisplay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/feeds/7908494074277647638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/2011/07/foodography.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7104103219075230878/posts/default/7908494074277647638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7104103219075230878/posts/default/7908494074277647638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/2011/07/foodography.html' title='Foodography'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14524763641239201475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UPa0TudpJGM/TVO43PyVxlI/AAAAAAAABC4/OuS-i2BepMg/s220/3833280.JPEG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P1ohEnJyuF4/ThcmnvbtxHI/AAAAAAAABIU/as7IxeP1BGw/s72-c/IMG_5391.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7104103219075230878.post-316126024767324024</id><published>2011-07-01T10:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-01T10:19:30.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You're Cool!</title><content type='html'>..............&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;NOT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;NOT AT ALL!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was freaked out. I couldn't think properly. Questions are flying around my head messing with my neurones. There are things that I wanted to ask yet I couldn't put it in a proper way. Plus, it's not nice to question so much and it's not that kind of thing that I will usually do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only person in the world that truly understands me is&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://janiceyeap.blogspot.com/"&gt;Janice, my sister&lt;/a&gt;. I don't have to tell her anything and she can sense it by looking at my behaviour. I love you bacon!! I really do. =) Remember you must die old k?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7104103219075230878-316126024767324024?l=girlondisplay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/feeds/316126024767324024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/2011/07/youre-cool.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7104103219075230878/posts/default/316126024767324024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7104103219075230878/posts/default/316126024767324024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/2011/07/youre-cool.html' title='You&apos;re Cool!'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14524763641239201475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UPa0TudpJGM/TVO43PyVxlI/AAAAAAAABC4/OuS-i2BepMg/s220/3833280.JPEG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7104103219075230878.post-5597184417440358986</id><published>2011-06-30T23:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T23:28:39.938+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Element in Facebook</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;The new element: I guess those of you who has logged into your facebook this morning saw the addition right? It's so noticeable therefore, it's going to be weird if you did not notice it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JBNSXYg4sXQ/TgyURkPfegI/AAAAAAAABIM/xtP9LuZbX_c/s1600/Picture+1.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JBNSXYg4sXQ/TgyURkPfegI/AAAAAAAABIM/xtP9LuZbX_c/s320/Picture+1.png" width="215" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I would call this the scrolling feeds. It sort of annoys me cause it tends to draw my focus to it whenever someone did something. Plus, that was the column where upcoming events, birthdays, suggested friends as well as pokes were displayed previously and now I have to click on several links before getting to them. Wait till I find out new ways.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Why am I even complaining about changes? Hmm, usually I don't give a damn about it but I think I did talk about the Facebook questions when it was first launched. That's because people started asking stupid questions! Never mind. Why am I so agitated now? Inexplainable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7104103219075230878-5597184417440358986?l=girlondisplay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/feeds/5597184417440358986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/2011/06/new-element-in-facebook.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7104103219075230878/posts/default/5597184417440358986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7104103219075230878/posts/default/5597184417440358986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/2011/06/new-element-in-facebook.html' title='New Element in Facebook'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14524763641239201475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UPa0TudpJGM/TVO43PyVxlI/AAAAAAAABC4/OuS-i2BepMg/s220/3833280.JPEG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JBNSXYg4sXQ/TgyURkPfegI/AAAAAAAABIM/xtP9LuZbX_c/s72-c/Picture+1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7104103219075230878.post-8596393046737200409</id><published>2011-06-30T01:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T01:02:19.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unsolved Matter</title><content type='html'>There were too many things in my mind recently. I’ve been thinking a lot, considering every factor that may affect ‘it’.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Things have been going so well till I never realize the time spent was actually very short. One reason: We hit it off well.&amp;nbsp; Questions are popping up and I need to solve them sooner or later, so why not now when I have the time to think about it?&amp;nbsp; I’m pretty messed up now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;So while I was in the middle of a small Q&amp;amp;A session, ‘Pretending’ was playing in my iTunes. It explains my thoughts, my feelings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7iOCda9xhtg/TgtZeRw7L4I/AAAAAAAABII/RNeo9rQl70U/s1600/Picture+1.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7iOCda9xhtg/TgtZeRw7L4I/AAAAAAAABII/RNeo9rQl70U/s1600/Picture+1.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;This was the chorus of that song. Yep, it’s a glee original song sung during their Nationals.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;If only my previous dream was to come true, I wouldn’t even have to think so much about it. I might just go for it but God wants me to go through this in order for me to grow. I used to have a very strong desire to join the students ‘there’ but vanished due to some painful experiences. But now the aspiration is back. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;So much in my mind. Arghh. I actually had a headache before falling into deep sleep the night before yesterday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&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/7104103219075230878-8596393046737200409?l=girlondisplay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/feeds/8596393046737200409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/2011/06/unsolved-matter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7104103219075230878/posts/default/8596393046737200409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7104103219075230878/posts/default/8596393046737200409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/2011/06/unsolved-matter.html' title='Unsolved Matter'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14524763641239201475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UPa0TudpJGM/TVO43PyVxlI/AAAAAAAABC4/OuS-i2BepMg/s220/3833280.JPEG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7iOCda9xhtg/TgtZeRw7L4I/AAAAAAAABII/RNeo9rQl70U/s72-c/Picture+1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7104103219075230878.post-287918521895752335</id><published>2011-06-29T10:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T10:44:22.312+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Short Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;Blogger Jamie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; is so sorry for not updating her blog recently. Erm,&amp;nbsp;actually&amp;nbsp;I was kinda busy but at the same time rather relaxed cos I have certain time to get myself worked up and there are times when I am really really free. Free to the extent I'll stalk people in facebook, tweet ceaselessly and read blogs avidly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So facebook-ers, are you guys afraid of me now? =D No I'm not that insane. I just love updating myself with my friends' latest news. The only way to know instantly since I don't see them so often.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What's up in my life lately? Something 'special' sorta happen which I NEVER EVER thought would happen cos it's kind of dramatic? I don't know. Well, I only fill in two of my friends with the stories and two different kind of responses I received. I shall just drop that. I don't find it comfortable to disclose what actually happen. I will do when I think it's the right time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Let me tell you about an ordeal which took place last Saturday. My sister wasn't at home and I woke up out of pain. Yes. It was my tummy, the most troublesome one. I rushed to the toilet, hoping that I would knocked the pain off by..&lt;i&gt;ermm..you know what&lt;/i&gt;... but to no avail. So, I decided to brush my teeth before going back to the room and all of a sudden, I started to lose my vision. I was seeing black dots and I can't even see my own reflection in the mirror. Fortunately, I know the house quite well so I managed to walk back to the room to have a rest (sat down and stared at the room). Still bad. It's not getting any better and I do not know any of my sister's housemates. Well, even if I do, I don't have the energy to walk out of the room. I forced myself not to sleep cos I kinda afraid I might not be able to wake up (pass out). I resorted to my last choice which was to call my sister who was attending class that time about my condition. I couldn't see the screen on my phone and gladly, I wasn't using any touchscreen phone or else I'll screw up, dialing the wrong number. So, yea, she came back and 'rescued' me but I didn't totally lose my consciousness. Lucky thing. My last giddy experience was in NS but it wasn't anything near like this. At least not to the extent of losing my sight almost entirely.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Started to feel bored with my stories? Too many words already? Alright, I'll pick out some photos and share with you guys.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Random #1:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VGH-apArqls/TgqJHkUTWyI/AAAAAAAABHM/Vy91a3nZcjI/s1600/IMG_5131.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VGH-apArqls/TgqJHkUTWyI/AAAAAAAABHM/Vy91a3nZcjI/s640/IMG_5131.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Two little piggies (&lt;i&gt;I know they're not piggies but in this case I'll call them that&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Random #2:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gttQ0KZaeYs/TgqKs7LKTZI/AAAAAAAABHQ/7jRmjFf1Euo/s1600/IMG_5249.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NTV3144Fono/TgqM6J4SMUI/AAAAAAAABHY/PjDNadAjX6Y/s1600/IMG_5248.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NTV3144Fono/TgqM6J4SMUI/AAAAAAAABHY/PjDNadAjX6Y/s640/IMG_5248.JPG" style="cursor: move;" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Celebrating birthday for my sister's friend in Green Box right before I left for my train ride back to Taiping.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OF-kx6k4ZKQ/TgqNhkalH-I/AAAAAAAABH0/WJE1a3BCVoo/s1600/IMG_5267.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OF-kx6k4ZKQ/TgqNhkalH-I/AAAAAAAABH0/WJE1a3BCVoo/s400/IMG_5267.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;Yours truly.♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="body" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;P/S: &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="body" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Life is never easy for those who dream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="bodybold"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;-&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="bodybold" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Robert James Waller&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&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/7104103219075230878-287918521895752335?l=girlondisplay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/feeds/287918521895752335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/2011/06/blogger-jamie-is-so-sorry-for-not.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7104103219075230878/posts/default/287918521895752335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7104103219075230878/posts/default/287918521895752335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/2011/06/blogger-jamie-is-so-sorry-for-not.html' title='Short Update'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14524763641239201475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UPa0TudpJGM/TVO43PyVxlI/AAAAAAAABC4/OuS-i2BepMg/s220/3833280.JPEG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VGH-apArqls/TgqJHkUTWyI/AAAAAAAABHM/Vy91a3nZcjI/s72-c/IMG_5131.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7104103219075230878.post-9038226019351274663</id><published>2011-06-26T02:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-26T02:37:11.212+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No No to KL</title><content type='html'>I still dislike KL.&lt;br /&gt;Been here for only a week and yet I'm already sick of it.&lt;br /&gt;How to survive for another four years? And what if I am going to work here?&lt;br /&gt;Die Die Die. =( I don't know whether I should be happy or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drove from USJ to Setapak yesterday and it was about 9.30 pm yet there's still lots of cars! Ughhhh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7104103219075230878-9038226019351274663?l=girlondisplay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/feeds/9038226019351274663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/2011/06/no-no-to-kl.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7104103219075230878/posts/default/9038226019351274663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7104103219075230878/posts/default/9038226019351274663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/2011/06/no-no-to-kl.html' title='No No to KL'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14524763641239201475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UPa0TudpJGM/TVO43PyVxlI/AAAAAAAABC4/OuS-i2BepMg/s220/3833280.JPEG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7104103219075230878.post-1176823204828160519</id><published>2011-06-22T08:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T08:58:32.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fireworks!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Bf0cD1LQgkI/TgE8HvneX9I/AAAAAAAABHI/pBE99A5CcDo/s1600/IMG_3680.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Bf0cD1LQgkI/TgE8HvneX9I/AAAAAAAABHI/pBE99A5CcDo/s640/IMG_3680.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you see fireworks, it means there's a&amp;nbsp; celebration. Fireworks also represents the sparks of your love but how many of you really get to enjoy the inner sparks? Not many, not even after you are engaged/married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only my campus is somewhere near my hometown, I'd be super happy and won't be that upset to leave home for the third time. This will be the last time. No more fourth or fifth as I'll be surviving on my own after I graduate. Isn't it too early to talk about graduating? No. It's definitely fine to look ahead. I'm the homey type of girl so it's pretty tough for me to walk away without tears. In fact I had them running while I was on my way to KL. So pathetic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever feel like a plastic bag&lt;br /&gt;Drifting throught the wind&lt;br /&gt;Wanting to start again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever feel, feel so paper thin&lt;br /&gt;Like a house of cards&lt;br /&gt;One blow from caving in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever feel already buried deep&lt;br /&gt;Six feet under scream&lt;br /&gt;But no one seems to hear a thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know that tehre's still a chance for you&lt;br /&gt;Cause there's a spark in you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You just gotta ignite the light&lt;br /&gt;And let it shine&lt;br /&gt;Just own the night&lt;br /&gt;Like the Fourth of July&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause baby you're a firework&lt;br /&gt;Come on show 'em what your worth&lt;br /&gt;Make 'em go "Oh, oh, oh!"&lt;br /&gt;As you shoot across the sky-y-y&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby you're a firework&lt;br /&gt;Come on let your colors burst&lt;br /&gt;Make 'em go "Oh, oh, oh!"&lt;br /&gt;You're gunna leave 'em fallin' down-own-own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to feel like a waste of space&lt;br /&gt;You're original, cannot be replaced&lt;br /&gt;If you only knew what the future holds&lt;br /&gt;After a hurricane comes a rainbow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you're reason why all the doors are closed&lt;br /&gt;So you can open one that leads you to the perfect road&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a lightning bolt, your heart will blow&lt;br /&gt;And when it's time, you'll know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You just gotta ignite the light&lt;br /&gt;And let it shine&lt;br /&gt;Just own the night&lt;br /&gt;Like the Fourth of July&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause baby you're a firework&lt;br /&gt;Come on show 'em what your worth&lt;br /&gt;Make 'em go "Oh, oh, oh!"&lt;br /&gt;As you shoot across the sky-y-y&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby you're a firework&lt;br /&gt;Come on slet your colors burst&lt;br /&gt;Make 'em go "Oh, oh, oh!"&lt;br /&gt;You're gunna leave 'em fallin' down-own-own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boom, boom, boom&lt;br /&gt;Even brighter than the moon, moon, moon&lt;br /&gt;It's always been inside of you, you, you&lt;br /&gt;And now it's time to let it through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause baby you're a firework&lt;br /&gt;Come on show 'em what your worth&lt;br /&gt;Make 'em go "Oh, oh, oh!"&lt;br /&gt;As you shoot across the sky-y-y&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby you're a firework&lt;br /&gt;Come on slet your colors burst&lt;br /&gt;Make 'em go "Oh, oh, oh!"&lt;br /&gt;You're gunna leave 'em goin "Oh, oh, oh!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boom, boom, boom&lt;br /&gt;Even brighter than the moon, moon, moon&lt;br /&gt;Boom, boom, boom&lt;br /&gt;Even brighter than the moon, moon, moon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i style="color: magenta;"&gt;*This is in my mind.*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7104103219075230878-1176823204828160519?l=girlondisplay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/feeds/1176823204828160519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/2011/06/fireworks.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7104103219075230878/posts/default/1176823204828160519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7104103219075230878/posts/default/1176823204828160519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/2011/06/fireworks.html' title='Fireworks!'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14524763641239201475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UPa0TudpJGM/TVO43PyVxlI/AAAAAAAABC4/OuS-i2BepMg/s220/3833280.JPEG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Bf0cD1LQgkI/TgE8HvneX9I/AAAAAAAABHI/pBE99A5CcDo/s72-c/IMG_3680.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7104103219075230878.post-3148056370510461840</id><published>2011-06-17T16:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-17T16:29:01.068+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SnackS</title><content type='html'>Tell me who doesn't like snacking? It's one of the best childhood memory. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I've been indulging in this: ⤵&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jybX2NbX_M8/TfsPxQur5kI/AAAAAAAABHE/V1Jaez9e7Jk/s1600/PC070012.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jybX2NbX_M8/TfsPxQur5kI/AAAAAAAABHE/V1Jaez9e7Jk/s400/PC070012.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;What exactly do you call this?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I've been eating this since young and stopped for a very long period but now the craving is back! This entire packet took me a movie long to finish it. I know it's unhealthy but once in awhile, snacking can be fun right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;So what is that exactly? What is it made of? How is this produce? I have no idea at all. Someone tell me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7104103219075230878-3148056370510461840?l=girlondisplay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/feeds/3148056370510461840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/2011/06/snacks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7104103219075230878/posts/default/3148056370510461840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7104103219075230878/posts/default/3148056370510461840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/2011/06/snacks.html' title='SnackS'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14524763641239201475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UPa0TudpJGM/TVO43PyVxlI/AAAAAAAABC4/OuS-i2BepMg/s220/3833280.JPEG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jybX2NbX_M8/TfsPxQur5kI/AAAAAAAABHE/V1Jaez9e7Jk/s72-c/PC070012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7104103219075230878.post-8557208740912128540</id><published>2011-06-16T15:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T15:03:07.212+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='road'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='congestion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='traffic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='city'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crimes'/><title type='text'>5 Reasons Why I Dislike KL</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;KUALA LUMPUR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: I used to see KL as a city of wonders but after staying there for a year and a half, my perspective changes. KL is not as amazing as it seems!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 reasons why I dislike KL:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. Traffic Congestion&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can never escape from this when you're in KL. It's so hard to drive around and there's no way you can drive to your desired destination with ease. It's always stuck here and there. Even with the help of daily traffic report, it still couldn't reduce the jam. How awful is that. Your destination might be near but it can even take you up to 1 to 2 hours! So much time wasted on traveling. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is what you'll see:⤵&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fastmotoring.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/Traffic-Congestion-in-KL.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="258" src="http://www.fastmotoring.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/Traffic-Congestion-in-KL.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a closer look:↴&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.freemalaysiatoday.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/03/traffic.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="294" src="http://www.freemalaysiatoday.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/03/traffic.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, with only the first reason, I've already disliked KL about 45%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;2. Public Transport&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KL may provide the most advanced public&amp;nbsp;intra-city&amp;nbsp;transport in the whole of Malaysia with a variety of transport like bus, taxi, LRT, KTM, monorail (basically train). But how good are these services? Buses do not come at fixed interval but I can accept if they're late like 20 minutes or so due to the traffic. Even so, how can you tolerate when the bus comes like after an hour? An hour! With that freaking one hour I can do lots of stuff already. KTM brings almost similar problems. And as for taxi, that's the worst I would say. How can you call yourself a taxi driver when you don't even want to drive your passengers around? I've met a few taxi drivers who wouldn't want to take you to your destination unless you pay them like 3x higher than the normal rate. What the f*** is this? So what if you lodge a complain? They wouldn't improve either. The taxi drivers will only take you if he feels like doing so. It's their call and not the us. If this case persists, I would advice to cancel taxi services. They suck badly. And metered taxi? That's a lie. They'll fix a rate which is double the correct fare. I've witnessed that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4FbrH8UxM7k/TfmpOIRGVRI/AAAAAAAABHA/uCcKeExJ-7A/s1600/malaysian-taxi.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="288" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4FbrH8UxM7k/TfmpOIRGVRI/AAAAAAAABHA/uCcKeExJ-7A/s400/malaysian-taxi.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. Crimes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crimes are everywhere but KL residents are the most prone. Snatch theft, break-ins, acid splasher. For the first two, I'm not trying to say they are not happening in other places but it's pretty a lot perhaps. Acid splasher is the most recent case. Any pedestrians along the road are taking risks. Anytime they can be the victim to the guy. So what if you're carrying an umbrella as a weapon or pepper spray to protect yourself? Do you think you can foresee someone's coming to you and splash acid on you? How fast can you open up your umbrella to block the acid? Snatch theft. The commonest case ever. How can pepper spray help you? Definitely you need to hold it in your hand whenever you are walking alone or even with friends. You need to be super alert of the sound of motorcycles engine but what if the person you sprayed isn't going to harm you? Instead you might be alleged of injuring him. Living in fear everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fjRgja-yE20/S-DyEFq_eXI/AAAAAAAAAJc/qmeV7BSNXcU/s1600/1211544785819744038house-robbery.svg.hi.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fjRgja-yE20/S-DyEFq_eXI/AAAAAAAAAJc/qmeV7BSNXcU/s400/1211544785819744038house-robbery.svg.hi.png" width="397" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;This ia break-in&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-On9aN6cgnZM/Tc6CcDJXM7I/AAAAAAAADZc/3R7E6heC8aE/s1600/acid_splasher.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="285" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-On9aN6cgnZM/Tc6CcDJXM7I/AAAAAAAADZc/3R7E6heC8aE/s400/acid_splasher.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Watch out for this suspected acid splasher!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/3/38/SnatchThieves003.jpg/300px-SnatchThieves003.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="294" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/3/38/SnatchThieves003.jpg/300px-SnatchThieves003.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;You can deduce from the picture what I'm trying to portray.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;4. Food&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food sold may be delicious but it's overpriced. That's what I think for I come from a *middle-income* family. I can't afford to pay like RM20 for a plate of fried rice. It's difficult to find for cheap food in KL. Even a bowl of laksa can cost you RM7 and a plate of chicken rice charges you RM4.50. For the exact some food, I can get for a much lower price in somewhere else. Asia Cafe should be well-known right? Every night you'll see lots of youngsters hanging out there. Food are pretty costly there and the same applies to the drinks sold. Cleanliness of the place is not upheld and forced to shut down the place for a week or two at one time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://notakosong.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/lipas-mati-mamak-asiacafe.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://notakosong.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/lipas-mati-mamak-asiacafe.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;5. Parking&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One word: Limited. The population is big and there are so many cars around yet spaces provided are so little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://passionateaboutblogging.com/bm-new/files/2010/12/car-park.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://passionateaboutblogging.com/bm-new/files/2010/12/car-park.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no choice but to live in KL as my university is situated there. I have to get used to it and endure all these. Writing this post does not mean I hated KL as a whole. I do like KL for certain elements found in that city. These 5 reasons are the most intolerable ones. No offense intended.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7104103219075230878-8557208740912128540?l=girlondisplay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/feeds/8557208740912128540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/2011/06/5-reasons-why-i-dislike-kl.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7104103219075230878/posts/default/8557208740912128540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7104103219075230878/posts/default/8557208740912128540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/2011/06/5-reasons-why-i-dislike-kl.html' title='5 Reasons Why I Dislike KL'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14524763641239201475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UPa0TudpJGM/TVO43PyVxlI/AAAAAAAABC4/OuS-i2BepMg/s220/3833280.JPEG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4FbrH8UxM7k/TfmpOIRGVRI/AAAAAAAABHA/uCcKeExJ-7A/s72-c/malaysian-taxi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7104103219075230878.post-4850247161673310122</id><published>2011-06-16T00:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T00:17:23.801+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wind</title><content type='html'>It was a very windy afternoon while I was watching Hellcats in my room. I could hear the sound of the breeze and seeing the sky slowly getting darker sorta freaked me out. It's as if apocalypse is about to occur. Okay, I'm a little exaggerate on the last statement. But yes, the wind was blowing really strongly this afternoon to the extent of heavier things flew around. Not in my room but outside my house. Dustbin covers flew, steel/aluminium/alloy rod and definitely I can see leaves. I just washed the porch last Sunday and now it's covered with rubbish, leaves and some papers. I had to sweep them off the porch so that it doesn't look that icky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You guys might be wondering why I am blogging about a strong wind phenomena. It's not that unusual but usually it isn't that strong. I would like to highlight what I saw during the strong wind. Refer to the picture below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IHbn5WvGNJI/TfjYpcnM2fI/AAAAAAAABGs/zAmH-XDueH8/s1600/IMG_5066.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IHbn5WvGNJI/TfjYpcnM2fI/AAAAAAAABGs/zAmH-XDueH8/s400/IMG_5066.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What can you see?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nothing?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Still couldn't figure out?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Stared at the picture long enough but still couldn't find out what happened?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, let me point out in the picture below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E7Yzh9D3fTk/TfjajDgm8GI/AAAAAAAABG0/COW88Z3845M/s1600/IMG_5066+l.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E7Yzh9D3fTk/TfjajDgm8GI/AAAAAAAABG0/COW88Z3845M/s640/IMG_5066+l.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's a driving school and yes, the back part of my house is facing a driving school. I get to see people learn driving every single day. It's nice cause not many get to enjoy sight like mine. Mostly people will being seeing their neighbours backyard and that's it. Doors. Walls. Windows. Oops, a little drifted away from the main point. The wind was so strong that it blew all the poles down. Not exactly all but most of the poles. Like I said, I was watching Hellcats but how would I notice that? The clanging sound made by the fallen poles drew my focus to the driving school. A pole nearly fell right on a learner's car. (No picture cos I was busy looking at her. I know, you must be thinking how nosy am I.) She was in shocked. I can see the expression slightly. No I am not using binoculars. I'm just concluding based on what I saw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at these cats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-euBeaMFASIM/TfjY9HN4WFI/AAAAAAAABGw/Gbpa2P8b0wE/s1600/IMG_5067.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-euBeaMFASIM/TfjY9HN4WFI/AAAAAAAABGw/Gbpa2P8b0wE/s640/IMG_5067.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Random picture of them while the wind was blowing strongly. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Note: These are only of &lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;two &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;of the cats that I can find at the back of my house.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7104103219075230878-4850247161673310122?l=girlondisplay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/feeds/4850247161673310122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/2011/06/wind.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7104103219075230878/posts/default/4850247161673310122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7104103219075230878/posts/default/4850247161673310122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/2011/06/wind.html' title='The Wind'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14524763641239201475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UPa0TudpJGM/TVO43PyVxlI/AAAAAAAABC4/OuS-i2BepMg/s220/3833280.JPEG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IHbn5WvGNJI/TfjYpcnM2fI/AAAAAAAABGs/zAmH-XDueH8/s72-c/IMG_5066.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7104103219075230878.post-4604116573445689986</id><published>2011-06-12T01:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T01:54:09.922+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='education'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>The Winding Road</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's pretty rare to see me studying when there's no exams. What more study before entering a class but I've made the unbelievable believable. It's so weird seeing myself picking up a book and start reading yet it's not a fictional book! Usually, I'll read some fictions before sleeping (yes, I've mentioned that I don't want to be a closet reader anymore but I need some time to cut that habit) but now I'm reading some educational material!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;People have been telling me university life ain't easy. I know that long time ago even by mere observations. I can see it &amp;nbsp; during my brother's time when I was only 11/12 years old. As you take a step further, the road gets more winding. By means more winding, your learning process is getting tougher. More to learn, more to absorb. Your brain capacity isn't superlatively large to keep everything you've learn since young. It depends on how you store the information.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm about to climb a step higher. High enough to gain me a stable job in the future but too low to achieve what I've wanted/planned. The latter will be depending on how well I'll be doing during my university period and career phase. So I'm 'obligated' to strive for what I am aiming. I actually make the obligations myself not by others like parents/siblings/friends.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;To be honest, I'm pretty petrified by the idea of entering university. I don't have much time in life to be sluggish anymore. I know it's time for me to enroll in one. In fact, I can be considered late since most people start their varsity life at much earlier age. Back to the main idea. What makes me petrified? The people I'm about to meet, the lifestyle, the environment, the accommodation. Mainly people. How long will it take for me to get to know them? How much time will it cost me to adapt to the place? etc etc. I shouldn't be thinking about this but it's pretty normal to have some jitters right? And for me, if there's no anxiety, there's no me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.famousquotesabout.com/quoteImage/313/learning-quotes.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.famousquotesabout.com/quoteImage/313/learning-quotes.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;Current song: Yeah by Usher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/7104103219075230878-4604116573445689986?l=girlondisplay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/feeds/4604116573445689986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/2011/06/winding-road.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7104103219075230878/posts/default/4604116573445689986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7104103219075230878/posts/default/4604116573445689986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/2011/06/winding-road.html' title='The Winding Road'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14524763641239201475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UPa0TudpJGM/TVO43PyVxlI/AAAAAAAABC4/OuS-i2BepMg/s220/3833280.JPEG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7104103219075230878.post-2007153374790961538</id><published>2011-06-09T15:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T15:13:36.388+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guitar chords'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Glee'/><title type='text'>Jar of Hearts</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Jar of Hearts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christina Perri? or Glee Cast?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure those who followed Glee would definitely take note of this song. It's a great song sung by Lea Michele, playing Rachel Berry. Well, the original singer is Christina Perri and lately hitz.fm has been playing this song almost everyday. So it's pretty hard for you not to know this song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre style="color: black; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As many of you may know, I've picked up guitar during this 7 months of holiday and this is my 3rd month or 4th month playing. I'm not an awesome guitarist and I don't intend to put a 'yet' to the end of that sentence cause I don't think I will ever be one. I'm happy enough to be able to play songs that I love and sing to it. That's my hobby, fellas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even tried writing tabs/chords for songs (Glee songs actually) that I cannot find in &lt;a href="http://www.ultimate-guitar.com/"&gt;ultimate-guitar.com&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;and I'm pretty impatient to complete the entire song but yesterday I manage to finish one song, that is Jar of Hearts. I don't write that entirely but I change here and there a little bit to make the song sound nearer to perfect. So, here's the chords for the song:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: 12px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Capo 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre style="color: black; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #007fbf; cursor: pointer;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Bm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;                            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #007fbf; cursor: pointer;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I can't take one more step towards you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #007fbf; cursor: pointer;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;                              &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #007fbf; cursor: pointer;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Em&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause all thats waiting is regret&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #007fbf; cursor: pointer;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Bm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;                     &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #007fbf; cursor: pointer;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="color: black; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;And don't you know I'm not your ghost anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #007fbf; cursor: pointer;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;                              &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #007fbf; cursor: pointer;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You lost the love I loved the most&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #007fbf; cursor: pointer;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Em&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;                 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #007fbf; cursor: pointer;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #007fbf; cursor: pointer;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned to live half a life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #007fbf; cursor: pointer;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Em&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;           &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #007fbf; cursor: pointer;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #007fbf; cursor: pointer;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Asus4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #007fbf; cursor: pointer;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now you want me one more time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; font-style: normal; white-space: normal;"&gt;&lt;pre style="color: black; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; white-space: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Chorus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #007fbf; cursor: pointer;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;                     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #007fbf; cursor: pointer;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Who do you think you are?                        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #007fbf; cursor: pointer;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Bm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Running 'round leaving scars                      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #007fbf; cursor: pointer;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Collecting a jar of hearts &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #007fbf; cursor: pointer;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Gm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #007fbf; cursor: pointer;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Tearing love apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #007fbf; cursor: pointer;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;                     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #007fbf; cursor: pointer;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;You're gonna catch a cold                          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #007fbf; cursor: pointer;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Bm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;From the ice inside your soul                     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #007fbf; cursor: pointer;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Don't come back for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #007fbf; cursor: pointer;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Gm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;                    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #007fbf; cursor: pointer;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Who do you think you are?Verse 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #007fbf; cursor: pointer;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Bm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;                         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #007fbf; cursor: pointer;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I hear you're asking all around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #007fbf; cursor: pointer;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;                        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #007fbf; cursor: pointer;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Em&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;If I am anywhere to be found&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #007fbf; cursor: pointer;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Bm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;                     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #007fbf; cursor: pointer;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;But I have grown too strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #007fbf; cursor: pointer;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;                          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #007fbf; cursor: pointer;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;To ever fall back in your arms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #007fbf; cursor: pointer;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Em&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;                    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #007fbf; cursor: pointer;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #007fbf; cursor: pointer;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I've learned to live half a life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #007fbf; cursor: pointer;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Em&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;           &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #007fbf; cursor: pointer;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #007fbf; cursor: pointer;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Asus4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #007fbf; cursor: pointer;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;And now you want me one more timeChorus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #007fbf; cursor: pointer;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;                     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #007fbf; cursor: pointer;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Who do you think you are?                         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #007fbf; cursor: pointer;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Bm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Running 'round leaving scars                      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #007fbf; cursor: pointer;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Collecting a jar of hearts     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #007fbf; cursor: pointer;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Gm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #007fbf; cursor: pointer;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;And tearing love apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #007fbf; cursor: pointer;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;                     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #007fbf; cursor: pointer;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;You're gonna catch a cold                          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #007fbf; cursor: pointer;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Bm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;From the ice inside your soul                    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #007fbf; cursor: pointer;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Don't come back for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #007fbf; cursor: pointer;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Gm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;                    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #007fbf; cursor: pointer;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Who do you think you are?&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; font-style: normal; white-space: normal;"&gt;&lt;pre style="color: black; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; white-space: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Bridge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #007fbf; cursor: pointer;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Bm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #007fbf; cursor: pointer;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;F#&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;           &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #007fbf; cursor: pointer;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #007fbf; cursor: pointer;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;It took so long just to feel alright  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #007fbf; cursor: pointer;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Bm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #007fbf; cursor: pointer;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;F#&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #007fbf; cursor: pointer;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #007fbf; cursor: pointer;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Remember how to put back the light in my eyes   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #007fbf; cursor: pointer;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Bm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #007fbf; cursor: pointer;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;F#&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;              &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #007fbf; cursor: pointer;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #007fbf; cursor: pointer;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I wish I had missed the first time that we kissed        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #007fbf; cursor: pointer;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Bm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #007fbf; cursor: pointer;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;F#&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #007fbf; cursor: pointer;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #007fbf; cursor: pointer;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;'Cause you broke all your promises     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #007fbf; cursor: pointer;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;And now you're back                 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #007fbf; cursor: pointer;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;F#&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;You don't get to get me backChorus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #007fbf; cursor: pointer;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;                     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #007fbf; cursor: pointer;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Who do you think you are?                        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #007fbf; cursor: pointer;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Bm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Running 'round leaving scars                      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #007fbf; cursor: pointer;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Collecting a jar of hearts     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #007fbf; cursor: pointer;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Gm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #007fbf; cursor: pointer;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;And tearing love apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #007fbf; cursor: pointer;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;                      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #007fbf; cursor: pointer;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;You're gonna catch a cold                          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #007fbf; cursor: pointer;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Bm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;From the ice inside your soul                        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #007fbf; cursor: pointer;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;So don't come back for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #007fbf; cursor: pointer;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Gm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;                  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #007fbf; cursor: pointer;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Don't come back at allx2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #007fbf; cursor: pointer;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Gm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;                     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #007fbf; cursor: pointer;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Who do you think you are?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #007fbf; cursor: pointer;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Gm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;                     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #007fbf; cursor: pointer;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Who do you think you are?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #007fbf; cursor: pointer;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Gm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;                     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #007fbf; cursor: pointer;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Who do you think you are?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="color: black; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="color: black; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; white-space: normal;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; white-space: normal;"&gt;&lt;pre style="color: black; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: 12px; font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; font-style: normal; white-space: normal;"&gt;&lt;pre style="color: black; display: inline !important; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: 12px; font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; font-style: normal; white-space: normal;"&gt;&lt;pre style="color: black; display: inline !important; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #007fbf; cursor: pointer;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: 12px; font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; font-style: normal; white-space: normal;"&gt;&lt;pre style="color: black; display: inline !important; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #007fbf; cursor: pointer;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: 12px; font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: 12px; font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; font-style: normal; white-space: normal;"&gt;&lt;pre style="color: black; display: inline !important; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #007fbf; cursor: pointer;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: 12px; font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; font-style: normal; white-space: normal;"&gt;&lt;pre style="color: black; display: inline !important; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; font-size: small; white-space: normal;"&gt;Hope you guys enjoy the song like I do. It's a really good song. About the strumming pattern, find the pattern that you're comfortable with. Mine's definitely not perfect but I'm comfortable while playing it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7104103219075230878-2007153374790961538?l=girlondisplay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://tabs.ultimate-guitar.com/g/glee_cast/jar_of_hearts_crd.htm' title='Jar of Hearts'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/feeds/2007153374790961538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/2011/06/jar-of-hearts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7104103219075230878/posts/default/2007153374790961538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7104103219075230878/posts/default/2007153374790961538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/2011/06/jar-of-hearts.html' title='Jar of Hearts'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14524763641239201475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UPa0TudpJGM/TVO43PyVxlI/AAAAAAAABC4/OuS-i2BepMg/s220/3833280.JPEG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7104103219075230878.post-6749730257072519035</id><published>2011-06-08T16:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T16:55:51.722+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Old Is Back!</title><content type='html'>Old songs are coming back to my life. My meaning of old here is songs back in the 90's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been filling in my ears with songs like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;There's Gotta Be More To Life&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm Not Missing You&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You and Me&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Us Against The World&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My Love&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I Never Had A Dream Come True&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aww. How much I miss those old songs. They used to be the top hits back in those days and now I'm bring them back to life. I'm 'resurrecting' them!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Those songs only slipped in between the glee songs I played everyday. Like after a few glee songs played then I'll switch to either one of the songs. Teehee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Glee songs I love most:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jar of Hearts&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pretending&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Friday&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lucky&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My Cup&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Isn't She Lovely&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pure Imagination&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Raise Your Glass&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Misery&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rolling In The Deep&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Still Got Tonight&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;For Good&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I Feel Pretty/Unpretty&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Candles&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Taking Chances&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;I better stop right there. The list will keep on going cos I like them all!! I'm a major gleek! Nothing can get me out of it. I'm too into it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm bored now. I have nothing to do but in actual fact I have more important stuff to settle. I'm just slacking. Slap me back to reality.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7104103219075230878-6749730257072519035?l=girlondisplay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/feeds/6749730257072519035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/2011/06/old-is-back.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7104103219075230878/posts/default/6749730257072519035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7104103219075230878/posts/default/6749730257072519035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/2011/06/old-is-back.html' title='Old Is Back!'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14524763641239201475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UPa0TudpJGM/TVO43PyVxlI/AAAAAAAABC4/OuS-i2BepMg/s220/3833280.JPEG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7104103219075230878.post-5957722478364617567</id><published>2011-06-07T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T21:52:16.029+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crashed Vacation</title><content type='html'>I just come to know that dad's planning a vacation after the 20th but we just gotta wrap up the idea. =(&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to my upcoming university life that kills my vacation. I have to look for accommodation. I have to let go of my vacation. Uwaa! &lt;i&gt;Ngo hou sad lor.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What have I been up to lately?&lt;br /&gt;Nothing! I have not been doing much lately except lazying at home. Listening to musics. Watching dramas. Doing house chores. Driving my mom. Life like this will be left behind once I step my foot into the university of my choice. ARHH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After taking such a long break, I don't have the mojo to study. =( How? Mom would kill me if she were to know how I really feel now. I promise I'll make this feeling vanish right before my semester commences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye bye. Teehee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7104103219075230878-5957722478364617567?l=girlondisplay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/feeds/5957722478364617567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/2011/06/crashed-vacation.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7104103219075230878/posts/default/5957722478364617567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7104103219075230878/posts/default/5957722478364617567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/2011/06/crashed-vacation.html' title='Crashed Vacation'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14524763641239201475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UPa0TudpJGM/TVO43PyVxlI/AAAAAAAABC4/OuS-i2BepMg/s220/3833280.JPEG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7104103219075230878.post-9194446367389453230</id><published>2011-06-04T12:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T12:17:51.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Skittish Girl</title><content type='html'>Thinking about what I'm about to face sends me jitters. How are the people there like? How safe is the environment? How convenient is that place? Will I be able to cope? Will I be able to mingle well with them? I just can't stop thinking about all these. I feel like I'm back to year 2009 where I was about to join Taylor's College. The thoughts just couldn't leave me alone. I'll go beyond the possibilities. But it's better to prepare yourself mentally right even though some may or may not happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anxiety. That's what I'm covered with right now. Too much to handle? No. This is just part of my life. Everyone has to go through it. La la la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to hangout with my friends! I'm still waiting for calls. I've initiated one outing but no response. I have no idea what I should do already. Hmpphh. Sit and wait? I need to enjoy while I still can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;Current song: Jar of Hearts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7104103219075230878-9194446367389453230?l=girlondisplay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/feeds/9194446367389453230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/2011/06/skittish-girl.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7104103219075230878/posts/default/9194446367389453230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7104103219075230878/posts/default/9194446367389453230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/2011/06/skittish-girl.html' title='Skittish Girl'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14524763641239201475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UPa0TudpJGM/TVO43PyVxlI/AAAAAAAABC4/OuS-i2BepMg/s220/3833280.JPEG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7104103219075230878.post-5815427259197376670</id><published>2011-06-03T14:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-03T14:43:42.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Settled</title><content type='html'>Happy that part of my things are settled. Not much to worry except a few major stuff which requires traveling. Eek! I don't wanna travel already! I dreaded to travel so far alone. Boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am normal. I am neither happy nor sad though I mentioned that I'm happy in the para above. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Jeff if you are reading this, I have something to tell you. I notice that my laughter is getting more and more similar to yours!! Like I'm out of breath. =.="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chaos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;Current song: Taking Chances.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7104103219075230878-5815427259197376670?l=girlondisplay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/feeds/5815427259197376670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/2011/06/settled.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7104103219075230878/posts/default/5815427259197376670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7104103219075230878/posts/default/5815427259197376670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/2011/06/settled.html' title='Settled'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14524763641239201475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UPa0TudpJGM/TVO43PyVxlI/AAAAAAAABC4/OuS-i2BepMg/s220/3833280.JPEG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7104103219075230878.post-2062849179320950645</id><published>2011-05-31T16:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-31T16:16:13.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Not Gonna Teach Your Boyfriend How To Dance</title><content type='html'>He has two feet which he can move according to his own rhythm.&lt;br /&gt;If I teach him, he'll steal my moves and I have no special moves on my own anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crap. Sorry. I was listening to a song with the title "I'm Not Gonna Teach Your Boyfriend How To Dance" while I was working on this post. I'm too bored at home without my sister. Her classes started yesterday. It's my second day without her now. Movies and dramas can't kill my boredom utterly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm better now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TAQO-7jQgWo/TeSiO7HmzXI/AAAAAAAABGE/vh-GxrHgoEM/s1600/IMG_4918.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TAQO-7jQgWo/TeSiO7HmzXI/AAAAAAAABGE/vh-GxrHgoEM/s400/IMG_4918.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm standing on my two feet, walking the journey that is fated to be mine without complaining. I'm being grateful. There's a small drama before this confirmation but I'm leaving that aside. I'm not gonna think about it despite what people have to say. So here I come ......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7104103219075230878-2062849179320950645?l=girlondisplay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/feeds/2062849179320950645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/2011/05/im-not-gonna-teach-your-boyfriend-how.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7104103219075230878/posts/default/2062849179320950645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7104103219075230878/posts/default/2062849179320950645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/2011/05/im-not-gonna-teach-your-boyfriend-how.html' title='I&apos;m Not Gonna Teach Your Boyfriend How To Dance'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14524763641239201475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UPa0TudpJGM/TVO43PyVxlI/AAAAAAAABC4/OuS-i2BepMg/s220/3833280.JPEG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TAQO-7jQgWo/TeSiO7HmzXI/AAAAAAAABGE/vh-GxrHgoEM/s72-c/IMG_4918.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7104103219075230878.post-1235459776519077501</id><published>2011-05-28T13:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-28T14:02:54.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Very Good</title><content type='html'>No more blogging mojo like before. When was my last post? I don't even remember. It's alright. Not that it's important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm back from my short vacation. I thought I can make it to see my friends like Calyn or Sook Kin who came back for merely two weeks but it's already Saturday today! Their holidays are coming to an end soon and I did not get to meet up. Sad sad. When will be next time friends? Give me a date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those joy I've gathered within me during my trip is gone. Cleared entirely by a single bad news. I'm avoiding, trying not to think about it, wanting to draw a plan but I can't get my head to it. I don't know what I want anymore. I will not give up my life despite the destruction of earth is getting nearer. I will continue striving for what I want but give me a break. Give me some good news will ya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired. I'm feeling so weary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Listening to: Misery by Maroon 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I am in misery,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;There ain't nobody who can comfort me,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Why won't you answer me?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The silence is slowly killing me.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7104103219075230878-1235459776519077501?l=girlondisplay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/feeds/1235459776519077501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/2011/05/not-very-good.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7104103219075230878/posts/default/1235459776519077501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7104103219075230878/posts/default/1235459776519077501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/2011/05/not-very-good.html' title='Not Very Good'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14524763641239201475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UPa0TudpJGM/TVO43PyVxlI/AAAAAAAABC4/OuS-i2BepMg/s220/3833280.JPEG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7104103219075230878.post-6956893865109617307</id><published>2011-05-19T10:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T10:48:22.694+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sail</title><content type='html'>Things better sail smoothly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just an impromptu post. I have nothing in mind but to say something cos I won't be around for a few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chaozzzzz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7104103219075230878-6956893865109617307?l=girlondisplay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/feeds/6956893865109617307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/2011/05/sail.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7104103219075230878/posts/default/6956893865109617307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7104103219075230878/posts/default/6956893865109617307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/2011/05/sail.html' title='Sail'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14524763641239201475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UPa0TudpJGM/TVO43PyVxlI/AAAAAAAABC4/OuS-i2BepMg/s220/3833280.JPEG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7104103219075230878.post-3481021792841520361</id><published>2011-05-11T21:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-11T21:26:54.844+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To Appeal</title><content type='html'>How do people actually write the appeal letter for anything? Like scholarships, admission to certain universities/colleges?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea TOTALLY! Where should I start and what should I include. And what's worse is the character limit! I am not required to write a formal letter and send it by post but to send in via the website they have directed me to with a restraint of 50 words. Errr. What should I write in 50 words? Too much to cramp in this tiny box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to submit by next Monday and I have been working on the letter yet I don't find it amazing enough to captivate the admin officers. Arghh. Put a few words for me please my dear readers. Serious help here. =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7104103219075230878-3481021792841520361?l=girlondisplay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/feeds/3481021792841520361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/2011/05/to-appeal.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7104103219075230878/posts/default/3481021792841520361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7104103219075230878/posts/default/3481021792841520361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/2011/05/to-appeal.html' title='To Appeal'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14524763641239201475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UPa0TudpJGM/TVO43PyVxlI/AAAAAAAABC4/OuS-i2BepMg/s220/3833280.JPEG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7104103219075230878.post-5766142154482991637</id><published>2011-05-09T15:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T15:42:06.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sharing is Caring</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RkiQoAoSjus/TceY4MAwUvI/AAAAAAAABF0/0vz1Xo2pdwM/s1600/IMG_4479.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RkiQoAoSjus/TceY4MAwUvI/AAAAAAAABF0/0vz1Xo2pdwM/s320/IMG_4479.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5i59LRe2IJY/TceYfNetHSI/AAAAAAAABFw/NLTvUy-CqtE/s1600/IMG_4477.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5i59LRe2IJY/TceYfNetHSI/AAAAAAAABFw/NLTvUy-CqtE/s320/IMG_4477.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gTSgAntK8O8/TceZNvwaIEI/AAAAAAAABGA/JP0ICbgD3ps/s1600/IMG_4478.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gTSgAntK8O8/TceZNvwaIEI/AAAAAAAABGA/JP0ICbgD3ps/s320/IMG_4478.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Del.i.cious. desserts from SS2. First picture was mine and second and third belongs to my friends'. Comment for the third bowl: They served merely fruits and ice. Ice as in solely ice. Nothing with it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that was right after we finish this :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HWd17vPGBOI/TceXor18XzI/AAAAAAAABFs/1mzD5PHt5w8/s1600/IMG_4473.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HWd17vPGBOI/TceXor18XzI/AAAAAAAABFs/1mzD5PHt5w8/s400/IMG_4473.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;That was our karaoke session in Neway, 1U. I wasn't going to blog much about this and well at first I didn't even thought of posting anything but while I was scanning through, I thought hey! I should at least share a few right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Three words:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;I HAD FUN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&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/7104103219075230878-5766142154482991637?l=girlondisplay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/feeds/5766142154482991637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/2011/05/sharing-is-caring.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7104103219075230878/posts/default/5766142154482991637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7104103219075230878/posts/default/5766142154482991637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/2011/05/sharing-is-caring.html' title='Sharing is Caring'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14524763641239201475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UPa0TudpJGM/TVO43PyVxlI/AAAAAAAABC4/OuS-i2BepMg/s220/3833280.JPEG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RkiQoAoSjus/TceY4MAwUvI/AAAAAAAABF0/0vz1Xo2pdwM/s72-c/IMG_4479.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7104103219075230878.post-2656955904253737402</id><published>2011-05-07T00:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-07T00:52:36.818+08:00</updated><title type='text'>American Idol Season 10</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's already the tenth season and this is my first time watching American Idol. I've never been interested in all these competitions and I'll watch the finale only. When Malaysia had their own Malaysian Idol, I didn't even watch the contestants' journey but I voted for Daniel Lee even though I only witnessed him singing during finals. Heaven Knows, originally by Rick Price was sung by Daniel and that touched my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Wait.. Why am I looking back at Daniel Lee's glorious moment when my title for today's post is American Idol? Something must have interrupted me while I was thinking about what to pen down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway, there's only 5 contestants left and the winner is still that oblivious. No one really knows who's gonna win this thing. It's so hard to choose from these bunch of talented dudes/chicks. Okay, I can't really judge how talented these people are compared to previous seasons but as what I see, the decision is tough. Really tough. I love all of them except for Haley Reinhart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me go through each contestant and I'll start with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Scotty McCreery&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ONjSg-KUtoQ/TW8AMK6okmI/AAAAAAAAGp0/il3FS9UamIo/s320/scotty-mccreery-american-idol.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ONjSg-KUtoQ/TW8AMK6okmI/AAAAAAAAGp0/il3FS9UamIo/s400/scotty-mccreery-american-idol.jpg" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;He has been my favourite since the very beginning of the show. His voice captivated me during his audition. If you've been catching up with this, you'll definitely know he possessed a very deep voice where not every man can hit. Seriously deep and &lt;i style="color: #e06666;"&gt;sexaayyy&lt;/i&gt;. Despite some not-so-good performances by him throughout his journey, he's still a good singer in my heart. My best country singer perhaps? Well, I root for you Scotty though I can't vote in Malaysia. Stay strong and bring more incredible performances! I'm watching you every week. =D 'Gone' was a good piece done by you. Way to go!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;James Durbin&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sugarslam.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/04/american-idol-james-durbin1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://www.sugarslam.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/04/american-idol-james-durbin1.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;James, James. A guy whom I wasn't very fond of at first but his talent mesmerised me! I watch him perform every week and I would say none of his performances ended with bad remarks. He has been doing great every single time he was on stage. He has liven up the stage with his rock songs as well as touched the audiences heart with his ballads. He can sing anything. I mean &lt;b style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;ANYTHING!&lt;/b&gt; He's gifted to own the stage! I love the surprises he brought to stage each time he perform. Good luck James. I can see that you are very close to the winning spot. And your only rival is......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lauren Alaina&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://laurenalaina.org/wp-content/themes/thesis_18/custom/rotator/lauren-alaina-idol-007.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://laurenalaina.org/wp-content/themes/thesis_18/custom/rotator/lauren-alaina-idol-007.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Another contestant whom I wasn't supporting from the beginning. My love for her grew when my favourite idol, Pia Toscano was eliminated. I was really upset about Pia's elimination and there's nothing that the judges could do since they've used the 'save' on Casey. Back to Lauren, she's the youngest now since Thia Megia was out. She may be a pessimist but, she's gaining her maturity by accepting/swallowing what the judges had commented about her and show em' what the judges would like to see from her. She's blooming as in her singing skill is improving. She seems to be the only one who James Durbin should be worried about. Either you or him, Lauren. Fight for the spot! Sing like you own the stage. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jacob Lusk&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rickey.org/wp-content/uploads/2011/03/Jacob-Lusk-American-Idol.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://www.rickey.org/wp-content/uploads/2011/03/Jacob-Lusk-American-Idol.jpg" width="312" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: purple;"&gt;A diva&lt;/b&gt;! Yes, Jacob's a diva! The super high-pitched voice owned by him could break a glass anytime! The man version of Mariah Carey. He can hit it just like that. That amazed me. Like Randy Jackson said, he can sing but he needs to show some variety of genre. Not too much of the gospel-like kinda songs but more. Ooo, I have to mention this, I love his booty-shaking! He has the tempo in his body. He just owns the move! Sexaayyy Jacob! That's the full package of being a diva? Lol. No joke but this man is really powerful in vocal. Jacob I want more from you! I supported you from the beginning together with Scotty and Pia. Now there's only you and Scotty to fight for the title since Pia left the stage. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And finally,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e69138; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Haley Reinhart&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pinoyambisyoso.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/04/haley-reinhart-pic.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://pinoyambisyoso.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/04/haley-reinhart-pic.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Haley. My first impression of you when you auditioned was "&lt;i&gt;Hey! She can sing like Alicia Keys.&lt;/i&gt;" Awesome. Yes, I agree that she possessed the growls in her throat and that's something special but that's just not my kind of thing. I don't hate growls entirely but her voice pretty rough just like how I dislike Miley cause her voice is really deep. To Haley's supporters out there, don't hate me for not supporting her cos I didn't hate you for not supporting who I'm supporting. People have their own preferences right? Anyway, I won't deny that she can sing well. She has the energy, the power, the strength that rocks the stage. She's not bad but not my type. Sorry Haley. I still wish you the best. And apparently she's the only one out of the five contestants that I'm not rooting for. Again I'm sorry. I didn't hate you for not voting for Pia earlier.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;That's all folks. Just my opinion. No bad intentions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Current song: Summer Rain by Matthew Morrison (William Schuester in Glee)&lt;/i&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/7104103219075230878-2656955904253737402?l=girlondisplay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/feeds/2656955904253737402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/2011/05/american-idol-season-10.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7104103219075230878/posts/default/2656955904253737402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7104103219075230878/posts/default/2656955904253737402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/2011/05/american-idol-season-10.html' title='American Idol Season 10'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14524763641239201475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UPa0TudpJGM/TVO43PyVxlI/AAAAAAAABC4/OuS-i2BepMg/s220/3833280.JPEG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ONjSg-KUtoQ/TW8AMK6okmI/AAAAAAAAGp0/il3FS9UamIo/s72-c/scotty-mccreery-american-idol.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7104103219075230878.post-6964534632234091028</id><published>2011-05-05T13:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T13:46:12.088+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vroom..</title><content type='html'>My vroom is bringing troubles again. The same problem over and over again. It's a waste of money sending you to the mechanic and yet you're still not completely healed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;What's the problem?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The signals are not functioning! No matter what I did still, it would not light up. It's so frustrating!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Risk of driving.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I might involve in an accident any time without warning. Why? People do not know when I want to turn or when I want to slip into another lane. Even stopping by the roadside to wait for parking is a difficult thing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without signals, I'm doomed. But thank god I'm still safe until today. No accident happens, no honking by other cars. And I just sent vroom to the mechanic again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be good and heal IMMEDIATELY! I don't want to drive dangerously anymore!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7104103219075230878-6964534632234091028?l=girlondisplay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/feeds/6964534632234091028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/2011/05/vroom.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7104103219075230878/posts/default/6964534632234091028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7104103219075230878/posts/default/6964534632234091028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/2011/05/vroom.html' title='Vroom..'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14524763641239201475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UPa0TudpJGM/TVO43PyVxlI/AAAAAAAABC4/OuS-i2BepMg/s220/3833280.JPEG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7104103219075230878.post-417520619631164642</id><published>2011-05-02T21:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T21:06:15.307+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Will You Do?</title><content type='html'>What will you do when the skin on your fingers started to peel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are the causes since I do put lotion everyday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can I actually do about it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been suffering from that for months already. =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7104103219075230878-417520619631164642?l=girlondisplay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/feeds/417520619631164642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/2011/05/what-will-you-do.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7104103219075230878/posts/default/417520619631164642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7104103219075230878/posts/default/417520619631164642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/2011/05/what-will-you-do.html' title='What Will You Do?'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14524763641239201475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UPa0TudpJGM/TVO43PyVxlI/AAAAAAAABC4/OuS-i2BepMg/s220/3833280.JPEG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7104103219075230878.post-5188367211828115652</id><published>2011-04-28T22:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T22:30:21.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie Review: Thor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I watch another movie today! And it's in 3D. One bad thing about Taiping 3D is their glasses. Heavy and too big for our heads. I need to hold it at intervals to avoid prints on my nose. Upgrade the glasses!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.wikia.com/marvelmovies/images/9/9f/Thor_movie_poster1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://images.wikia.com/marvelmovies/images/9/9f/Thor_movie_poster1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Movie Review:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;It was a little bit boring at first and I couldn't really catch what they were talking about except who's gonna be the future king of Asgard (&lt;i&gt;hopefully I didn't get the name wrongly. too many names and confused&lt;/i&gt;) among the two brothers, Thor and Loki. Thor was supposed to be the next king but Loki showed no interest in taking the throne at first revealed his true colors. Thor was an arrogant but powerful warrior who tried to destroy Joltenheim (&lt;i&gt;is that the right one? lol. I might give lots of wrong names here. i have bad memory&lt;/i&gt;) was thrown to Earth without his power by the present king. Oh wait, Thor owned a hammer called, Mjolnir (&lt;i&gt;another confusing name&lt;/i&gt;) which no human can lift it. During his time in Earth, he fell in love with a human, Jane and promised to return but the so called rainbow bridge (&lt;i&gt;again i dont remember the name =S&lt;/i&gt;) was broken when Thor tried to save Asgard from being destroyed.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;To avoid confusion, I shall stop reviewing about this movie. I can't get the names right. =) Enjoy. Not a bad movie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Ratings: ★★★★&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-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/7104103219075230878-5188367211828115652?l=girlondisplay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/feeds/5188367211828115652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/2011/04/movie-review-thor.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7104103219075230878/posts/default/5188367211828115652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7104103219075230878/posts/default/5188367211828115652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/2011/04/movie-review-thor.html' title='Movie Review: Thor'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14524763641239201475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UPa0TudpJGM/TVO43PyVxlI/AAAAAAAABC4/OuS-i2BepMg/s220/3833280.JPEG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7104103219075230878.post-4229671547001044410</id><published>2011-04-27T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T23:58:46.827+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie Review: The Ghost Must Be Crazy</title><content type='html'>This is the reason why I was disappeared from twitter for the entire afternoon. I went out to catch a movie with two of my CPs. =) And that's the movie we selected because other movies were not available at that time. Their airing time is either too late or too early. And &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;The Ghost Must Be Crazy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; is the only one we can watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a person like me who dislike horror movies, I managed to pull myself together to watch this movie as I know it will be hilarious as well as scary. Singapore movies are always worth watching, IMO. And this movie proves me right. They always make you laugh your head off before scaring the hell outta you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movie Review:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sinema.sg/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/Screen-shot-2010-12-23-at-PM-06.25.12.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.sinema.sg/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/Screen-shot-2010-12-23-at-PM-06.25.12.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This movie is divided into two parts. First was about the army. They have In-Camp Training and there were two old men who wanted to ask for leave but to no avail. The head knew their tactic and decline all their leave application, forcing them to take part in the In-Camp Training. But there's a really sick guy who didn't intend to apply leave, only lesser and lighter task during the training. Still, he was rejected cause was assumed to cheat just like the other two men earlier. During the training the sick guy died while he was on his way to the Medical Centre in a tragic accident. Scary part? Leave for you guys to watch yourself. I screamed while watching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second part of the story is where Mark Lee came in. He took Ong Kim Hui (Ah Hui) to pray the deceased so that he'll gain wealth through gambling. And he did win lottery as well as in illegal casino. He promised to repay them by burning the paper ingots to the dead but he forgot. Mark Lee was actually the one who brought the wealth to Ah Hui. Mark was the deceased and he is not a he but a SHE! A she-male! But he's a female with a not-so-presentable look. (You know his face, but he is slim enough to wear gown and kebaya!) Mark as Xiao Juan asked Ah Hui to marry 'her' and Ah Hui refused to. And there comes the not-so-scary part in fact it was funny! Watch it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you guys will enjoy the movie like I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My comments: First part is nicer than the second and scarier too! Also funnier! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7104103219075230878-4229671547001044410?l=girlondisplay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/feeds/4229671547001044410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/2011/04/movie-review-ghost-must-be-crazy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7104103219075230878/posts/default/4229671547001044410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7104103219075230878/posts/default/4229671547001044410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/2011/04/movie-review-ghost-must-be-crazy.html' title='Movie Review: The Ghost Must Be Crazy'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14524763641239201475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UPa0TudpJGM/TVO43PyVxlI/AAAAAAAABC4/OuS-i2BepMg/s220/3833280.JPEG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7104103219075230878.post-2991179489510541994</id><published>2011-04-26T15:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T15:53:04.559+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love This!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E2Y5X45OoVc/TbZ5GM6cNgI/AAAAAAAABE8/cjwAtct5qts/s1600/4159232.JPEG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E2Y5X45OoVc/TbZ5GM6cNgI/AAAAAAAABE8/cjwAtct5qts/s640/4159232.JPEG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fell in love with this photo right away! I was organizing my photos in my EHD and desktop when I spotted this favourite photo of mine. I've been wanting to upload this here but I keep on forgetting. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, how do you rate this photo for a beginner like me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7104103219075230878-2991179489510541994?l=girlondisplay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/feeds/2991179489510541994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-love-this.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7104103219075230878/posts/default/2991179489510541994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7104103219075230878/posts/default/2991179489510541994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-love-this.html' title='I Love This!'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14524763641239201475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UPa0TudpJGM/TVO43PyVxlI/AAAAAAAABC4/OuS-i2BepMg/s220/3833280.JPEG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E2Y5X45OoVc/TbZ5GM6cNgI/AAAAAAAABE8/cjwAtct5qts/s72-c/4159232.JPEG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7104103219075230878.post-7273909498405868879</id><published>2011-04-25T14:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T14:57:47.942+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hear Him Out - Sam Tsui</title><content type='html'>It's not a promotional/advertorial post. I don't do much of those.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet many of you heard of Sam Tsui right? He gained his fame through YouTube. He's most famous for his Michael Jackson Medley. Well, at least that's where I first heard about him. That impressed me once I clicked on the play button. He has made lots of covers for many hit songs. Some of those are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Just A Dream &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Just The Way You Are &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Only Exception&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fireworks/Grenade MashUp&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Love The Way You Lie/Teenage Dream/Dynamite MashUp&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fireflies&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hold It Against Me &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;There's a lot to list down here. Why don't you head to youtube and search for his name. Well, you can click &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/KurtHugoSchneider"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. The link I've provided will lead you to Kurt Hugo Schneider's page. Kurt is his partner for all the covers made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and Sam even went for Glee audition but failed to get in. People better not be upset about that. Yes, he has the superbly amazing voice. Some people call it a-million-dollar voice. He's remarkable in singing but does he fit the role that he was auditioning for? With his body size, can he play football? Even though it's merely acting but it doesn't seem right. He could be auditioning for Kurt Hummel's role too but I think Chris Colfer can hit higher note than him? I don't know. That's merely my perspective. Even without getting a role in Glee, he's already famous isn't it? His songs are listed in iTunes already! Way to go Sam. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://profile.ak.fbcdn.net/hprofile-ak-snc4/50316_155082539996_1728_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://profile.ak.fbcdn.net/hprofile-ak-snc4/50316_155082539996_1728_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A question about Sam to those who knows him long ago. Is he a gay? *winks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my twitter followers, I think you've already known about my craze towards his musics lately right? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: I still haven't transfer my photos out. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7104103219075230878-7273909498405868879?l=girlondisplay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/feeds/7273909498405868879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/2011/04/hear-him-out-sam-tsui.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7104103219075230878/posts/default/7273909498405868879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7104103219075230878/posts/default/7273909498405868879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/2011/04/hear-him-out-sam-tsui.html' title='Hear Him Out - Sam Tsui'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14524763641239201475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UPa0TudpJGM/TVO43PyVxlI/AAAAAAAABC4/OuS-i2BepMg/s220/3833280.JPEG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7104103219075230878.post-4036094107242062633</id><published>2011-04-23T18:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T18:53:16.389+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sluggish ME!</title><content type='html'>Despite the promise I made earlier to extract the photos from my camera, I'm now here with a new blog post but without the photos simply because I have not imported anything. *blush*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just that lazy nowadays. Too a long a holiday induces laziness. Oops. Been watching too many dramas. And I got to watch Glee! Can't wait for the 90-minutes long episode starting from the next one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D58z_Fkn2eI/TbKt8r-VkXI/AAAAAAAABEY/arMdhcFbBEQ/s1600/PB220315.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D58z_Fkn2eI/TbKt8r-VkXI/AAAAAAAABEY/arMdhcFbBEQ/s400/PB220315.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It's been a long time since I last posted a photo of me in blogger right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Now here you go. Miss me? Well that's the latest photo of me. =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Stay tuned!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7104103219075230878-4036094107242062633?l=girlondisplay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/feeds/4036094107242062633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/2011/04/sluggish-me.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7104103219075230878/posts/default/4036094107242062633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7104103219075230878/posts/default/4036094107242062633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/2011/04/sluggish-me.html' title='Sluggish ME!'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14524763641239201475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UPa0TudpJGM/TVO43PyVxlI/AAAAAAAABC4/OuS-i2BepMg/s220/3833280.JPEG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D58z_Fkn2eI/TbKt8r-VkXI/AAAAAAAABEY/arMdhcFbBEQ/s72-c/PB220315.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7104103219075230878.post-2545621112397044445</id><published>2011-04-19T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T23:36:53.838+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Today!</title><content type='html'>Finally episode 17 is aired! But I still couldn't find the link to watch it anywhere. =( I've been waiting with anticipation for this episode but now disappointed cause unable to search for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glee! Do you know how many times have I watched the previous episodes? Uncountable!! Seriously I watched like super a lot of times. And yet I'm still not bored. But I want new episodes! It's killing me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Die Die Die. =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7104103219075230878-2545621112397044445?l=girlondisplay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/feeds/2545621112397044445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/2011/04/its-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7104103219075230878/posts/default/2545621112397044445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7104103219075230878/posts/default/2545621112397044445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/2011/04/its-today.html' title='It&apos;s Today!'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14524763641239201475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UPa0TudpJGM/TVO43PyVxlI/AAAAAAAABC4/OuS-i2BepMg/s220/3833280.JPEG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7104103219075230878.post-5500239395432040370</id><published>2011-04-18T18:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T18:20:54.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>formspring.me</title><content type='html'>Ask me anything. Seriously anything! &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/jamieyeap91" target="_blank"&gt;http://formspring.me/jamieyeap91&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7104103219075230878-5500239395432040370?l=girlondisplay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/feeds/5500239395432040370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/2011/04/formspringme_18.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7104103219075230878/posts/default/5500239395432040370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7104103219075230878/posts/default/5500239395432040370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/2011/04/formspringme_18.html' title='formspring.me'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14524763641239201475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UPa0TudpJGM/TVO43PyVxlI/AAAAAAAABC4/OuS-i2BepMg/s220/3833280.JPEG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7104103219075230878.post-6195396784504617902</id><published>2011-04-18T15:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T15:46:24.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming Soon</title><content type='html'>Now I have a bunch of photos with me in my laptop as well as camera. I know I'm super free now and I can post them up instantly but I'm sorta not in the mood. Plus, my mobile broadband quota doesn't allow me to upload them. Experiencing slow-moving connection and thankfully, my patience is back that I am able to endure the lagging line. Back in those days I'll be slamming the keyboard, screaming and give up on online. It's a good change isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've read someone's blog and talking about being abhorred by people. Actually I felt the same way too until today. People ignore me, people don't seem to realize my presence, i'm not involved in their activities or I'm always the last to know about something. It hurts, it really does. For those of you who doesn't know the real feeling, yea you'll never know how painful that will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye emo girl. I'm just speaking my thoughts for a while. And intended to only inform that I'll find some time for photo-uploads and maybe talk about my four days away from Taiping. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently, I'm watching Gossip Girl season 3 and this time I take much longer time to complete the whole season cause either I was away or I have sister at home to occupy my time and also lacking of music from the show made me driven to my guitar as well as iTunes. I still do love Glee. But fever is subsiding. Good news?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7104103219075230878-6195396784504617902?l=girlondisplay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/feeds/6195396784504617902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/2011/04/coming-soon.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7104103219075230878/posts/default/6195396784504617902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7104103219075230878/posts/default/6195396784504617902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/2011/04/coming-soon.html' title='Coming Soon'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14524763641239201475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UPa0TudpJGM/TVO43PyVxlI/AAAAAAAABC4/OuS-i2BepMg/s220/3833280.JPEG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7104103219075230878.post-8811642732225064284</id><published>2011-04-17T23:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T23:55:26.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Return</title><content type='html'>Twitter followers must have noticed my return from the first tweet I posted after four days of disappearance.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I HAD FUN!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And this is to inform fellow friends out there about my return.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let us start interacting again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7104103219075230878-8811642732225064284?l=girlondisplay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/feeds/8811642732225064284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/2011/04/my-return.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7104103219075230878/posts/default/8811642732225064284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7104103219075230878/posts/default/8811642732225064284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/2011/04/my-return.html' title='My Return'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14524763641239201475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UPa0TudpJGM/TVO43PyVxlI/AAAAAAAABC4/OuS-i2BepMg/s220/3833280.JPEG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7104103219075230878.post-2774526933061310361</id><published>2011-04-17T11:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T11:57:51.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>formspring.me</title><content type='html'>Ask me anything &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/jamieyeap91" target="_blank"&gt;http://formspring.me/jamieyeap91&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7104103219075230878-2774526933061310361?l=girlondisplay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/feeds/2774526933061310361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/2011/04/formspringme.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7104103219075230878/posts/default/2774526933061310361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7104103219075230878/posts/default/2774526933061310361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/2011/04/formspringme.html' title='formspring.me'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14524763641239201475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UPa0TudpJGM/TVO43PyVxlI/AAAAAAAABC4/OuS-i2BepMg/s220/3833280.JPEG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7104103219075230878.post-835841533567807704</id><published>2011-04-12T16:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T16:08:27.729+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To Be MIA</title><content type='html'>I'll be disappearing from the internet for several days from today onwards, maybe for four to five days. Not going to twitter, check facebook or even blog. &amp;nbsp;No short notices/updates from me at anytime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only that I'll be missing a few dramas on tv. =( Those are the only two that I watch during the weekdays. Bye bye Last One Standing. I'll be skipping the last episode and I can't stream the video online. Very the sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the reason behind the disappearance. I won't be in Taiping. I'll be enjoying myself in KL but I don't know what are the events lined ahead. I know I know. I've been down to KL every month since January. There's nothing left for me to do but I just wanna go again with different companies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DMM. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Jamie. xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7104103219075230878-835841533567807704?l=girlondisplay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/feeds/835841533567807704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/2011/04/to-be-mia.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7104103219075230878/posts/default/835841533567807704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7104103219075230878/posts/default/835841533567807704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/2011/04/to-be-mia.html' title='To Be MIA'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14524763641239201475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UPa0TudpJGM/TVO43PyVxlI/AAAAAAAABC4/OuS-i2BepMg/s220/3833280.JPEG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7104103219075230878.post-3311734441971183200</id><published>2011-04-10T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T23:40:33.171+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tomorrow's Not Guaranteed</title><content type='html'>No one knows what might happen tomorrow. Do what you want today as tomorrow's not guaranteed. Don't take too much time to ponder cause you'll regret if you miss the chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a decision that I need to make right now. No. The decision is not on me. It's someone else's call. I barely have the chance to discuss/talk. If the time is over, I'll be left with no decision to make.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7104103219075230878-3311734441971183200?l=girlondisplay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/feeds/3311734441971183200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/2011/04/tomorrows-not-guaranteed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7104103219075230878/posts/default/3311734441971183200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7104103219075230878/posts/default/3311734441971183200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/2011/04/tomorrows-not-guaranteed.html' title='Tomorrow&apos;s Not Guaranteed'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14524763641239201475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UPa0TudpJGM/TVO43PyVxlI/AAAAAAAABC4/OuS-i2BepMg/s220/3833280.JPEG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7104103219075230878.post-5873931055628655649</id><published>2011-04-09T00:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-09T00:08:12.004+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It Was Yesterday</title><content type='html'>Sorry for the emotional post yesterday but it did help me relieving my pain and dejection. Blog is seriously a good way of ranting,venting but a definite no-no for secrets. Don't worry peeps, I'm feeling much better today. *duh* it's not like many of you realize what had happened to me. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing came hitting me which pulls my emotions down again when I was flying high for the entire day. I don't feel like disclosing the main subject as when I see it, I will think of it and when I think of it, I'll be terribly down. Am I really that misfortunate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life is good now but it can be better right? It's good averagely but which you split them up in sections, there are some which is bad but it's counteracted by the superiorly good ones resulting in neutral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Perfect person doesn't exist in love. There are only people who are perfect for each other."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7104103219075230878-5873931055628655649?l=girlondisplay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/feeds/5873931055628655649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/2011/04/it-was-yesterday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7104103219075230878/posts/default/5873931055628655649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7104103219075230878/posts/default/5873931055628655649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/2011/04/it-was-yesterday.html' title='It Was Yesterday'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14524763641239201475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UPa0TudpJGM/TVO43PyVxlI/AAAAAAAABC4/OuS-i2BepMg/s220/3833280.JPEG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7104103219075230878.post-1018859353818899583</id><published>2011-04-08T00:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T00:20:50.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Self-Loathe</title><content type='html'>I have several reasons to loathe myself. And they're mainly about biology a.k.a. health. I'm not infected with severe health problems/diseases now though but there are a few that can make me abhorring myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I simply don't understand why do all those weird things happen on me. I may not be the first to be infected but I can be considered the first to be attacked in my own circles. People may alienate me just because of those weird problems I had or staring at me with the "you-are-weird" look. I don't wish to get those. I don't want those to happen on me but it seems like it's never-ending. From one thing to another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just an unfortunate girl. I dislike and I just cried because of these misfortunes. I have no choice but to go through all by myself. I can tell you I'm in pain but how deep do you know about the pain? I can say I'm having motion restrictions but do you know how restricted can it be? There are lots of emotions where you just can't find the right word to fit the situation. If it got worse, I would even have to let go of doing things that I like. I can't play this, I can't join this, I can't do many stuff. I can't I can't I can't. That's the last thing that I want to tell myself. I wanted to tell myself that I CAN but being too optimistic may be a bad thing when you know that it is a little impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not proud to tell you that I cried but I simply got to ramble. I don't wanna keep them in me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OTOT, I'm not super rich to go for expensive treatment or special diagnosis. I'm just an average girl who can only afford going to small clinics or finding treatment/remedy to be done at home by myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry but yea &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;FML&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7104103219075230878-1018859353818899583?l=girlondisplay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/feeds/1018859353818899583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/2011/04/self-loathe.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7104103219075230878/posts/default/1018859353818899583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7104103219075230878/posts/default/1018859353818899583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/2011/04/self-loathe.html' title='Self-Loathe'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14524763641239201475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UPa0TudpJGM/TVO43PyVxlI/AAAAAAAABC4/OuS-i2BepMg/s220/3833280.JPEG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7104103219075230878.post-5700689711496730624</id><published>2011-04-07T01:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T01:10:33.297+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie Review: Big Momma's House 3 - Like Father Like Son</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.iwatchstuff.com/2010/11/09/big-mommas-poster.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://www.iwatchstuff.com/2010/11/09/big-mommas-poster.jpg" width="432" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Finally I've stepped into the cinema once again after the last time on Valentine's Day. Big Momma's House was the movie we finally decided after crossing out Hop, Mars Needs Moms, The Eagles and I don't remember what the rest were. Crossing the first two out because of time and uncomfortable 3D glasses respectively. Well, I'm sorry to my friend for having to watch this for the second time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Review:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;A hilarious movie as it was the main intention of the production. It did make me laughed out loud and giggled throughout the movie. Malcolm was in the middle of an investigation when Trent ambushed him at his work and witnessed a death. Nearly got killed but managed to escape and disguised as Big Momma by Malcolm and Charmaine, niece of Big Momma by Trent. Trent got himself attracted by Haley, one of the students in that school (and sorry for not remembering what was the name of the school but it's an art school) and his true identity revealed during Haley's performance when he didn't notice himself rapping at his usual voice.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;A direct jump to the conclusion. They managed to get the criminals caught and Malcolm as well as Trent were saved by Kurtin Cool, a guard from the art school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Anyway, it was a long day I had spent at the mall today, from 1.30pm till 8.10pm. I don't quite know how we spent the time together apart from eating, movie, and shopping.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Yours truly is tired by now. I gotta end here and stay tuned peeps. XoXo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7104103219075230878-5700689711496730624?l=girlondisplay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/feeds/5700689711496730624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/2011/04/movie-review-big-mommas-house-3-like.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7104103219075230878/posts/default/5700689711496730624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7104103219075230878/posts/default/5700689711496730624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/2011/04/movie-review-big-mommas-house-3-like.html' title='Movie Review: Big Momma&apos;s House 3 - Like Father Like Son'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14524763641239201475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UPa0TudpJGM/TVO43PyVxlI/AAAAAAAABC4/OuS-i2BepMg/s220/3833280.JPEG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7104103219075230878.post-5304441389594779861</id><published>2011-04-04T23:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T23:36:54.669+08:00</updated><title type='text'>B + S = BS</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;BS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. It's the abbreviation of the word bullshit. That will come to you when you see the initials, BS right? Tell me I'm right cause it's pretty universal now. But BS here mainly represents the two best friends in Gossip Girl, Blair and Serena. Aha! That means when Blair is with Serena, they both will be bullshitting around. Okay, I know it's not that creative nor tickling. It just came to my brain when I was thinking of something to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can go crazy about whatever dramas that I watch, especially English dramas as I don't watch many of them. Only recently I got too much time to spend on dramas/movies that I started two series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I've completed the second season of Gossip Girl today and it takes a little longer cause:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;it has more episodes compared to the first&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i have more things to do in the month of April&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i'm desperately in need of musics and spend more time on it&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have the thought to continue the third season but that also means I have lesser dramas to watch already. I need suppliers! Anyone can supply nice + good dramas to me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another tiring day tomorrow!!!! *&lt;i&gt;dreads to wake up early and 'suntan'&lt;/i&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Current song: Total Eclipse of The Heart&lt;/i&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/7104103219075230878-5304441389594779861?l=girlondisplay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/feeds/5304441389594779861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/2011/04/b-s-bs.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7104103219075230878/posts/default/5304441389594779861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7104103219075230878/posts/default/5304441389594779861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/2011/04/b-s-bs.html' title='B + S = BS'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14524763641239201475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UPa0TudpJGM/TVO43PyVxlI/AAAAAAAABC4/OuS-i2BepMg/s220/3833280.JPEG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7104103219075230878.post-7977946988533966953</id><published>2011-04-03T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T22:02:16.752+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vibrations</title><content type='html'>We're all exposed to different kinds of vibrations. Phone vibrations, massager like massage chair vibrations, car vibration, electric toothbrush.. you name it...and now what? Maybelline produces a vibrating mascara too! Man, applying mascara with the vibrations. I can't really imagine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well question me not cause I don't apply make-ups but this advertisement really caught my eyes just now while I was purchasing goods in Guardian. I'd like to see their tester but I doubt they'll have it. Okay don't know much. Just wanna express my amazement in these cosmetics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make-ups. Cosmetics. When you see these, you don't see me. Yes I'm a young adult now but I still don't apply whatever foundation or eyeliner or mascara or blusher. I don't own any of those. All I have with me is a lip gloss and lip balm. &lt;i&gt;Kah kah kah..&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;And I took one of my sister's eye shadow which I never use at all. Wait till I attend some occasions which requires me to make up like brother's wedding in the future perhaps? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a thing for lip glosses or lip balms. Heee. That's the more feminine side of me. The only thing that I will look into.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random post. Sorry! =) Visit to Guardian made me talk about these. Goodnight and am still tired after praying this morning despite the long nap i took in the afternoon. Weather is totally enervating. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;Prepare for another &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;cheng beng &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;Jamie Yeap!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7104103219075230878-7977946988533966953?l=girlondisplay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/feeds/7977946988533966953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/2011/04/vibrations.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7104103219075230878/posts/default/7977946988533966953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7104103219075230878/posts/default/7977946988533966953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/2011/04/vibrations.html' title='Vibrations'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14524763641239201475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UPa0TudpJGM/TVO43PyVxlI/AAAAAAAABC4/OuS-i2BepMg/s220/3833280.JPEG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7104103219075230878.post-1866329617562815336</id><published>2011-04-02T01:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T01:08:26.421+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Worst Prank Ever!</title><content type='html'>I dislike April Fool even though it's fun to prank people but not to be pranked. And this year despite the one and only prank I've received, it's the worst ever! It made every emotions came pouring in. From a grin to exasperation. I think I actually exploded at one point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the prank aimed at everyone in her FB. The her = my brother's girlfriend, J. Geez. But it's more relieving to know that I got fooled instead of the fact. Okay let me get back to the story. I received a text message from my sister concerning my brother's breakup with her girlfriend. I promptly thought it was a hoax but my sister was telling me that my brother's girlfriend seems to be rather serious this time. Without hesitation, I logged into my FB account and checked the conversations that J had with her friends. I was like WTF. It seemed super REAL cos another friend of my brother, E helped her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's in her FB? Firstly, s&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;he c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;hanged her relationship status from in a relationship to single&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. Okay, that's not that bad yet cause that's what most people would do to prank. Then, she stated that&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt; s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;he's quitting her job and going back to hometown, leaving everything behind and move on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. I was like what?!? Can someone actually quit job just like that? I wasn't entirely bought by the story yet. Later, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;she&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt; tagged my brother in a post saying that both of them will remain as best friends forever and ended her status with a =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. Okay that's weird. How can someone still be so happy after breaking up? Any normal people will be dejected and start cursing the other half. Another point I noticed was she &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;mentioned they were involved in a VERY BIG fight&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. After a big fight, do you think you can still accept your partner as best friend? Even if so, it takes a few days to forgive someone or in fact months. See I found many flaws!! Then E came helping again, saying that &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;my brother went over to his house and cried very loudly until he woke other housemates up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. That's a little too much. My brother has never cried that loud before and it's a little too dramatic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cause created behind the BIG fight was she has someone rich going after her and brother got jealous. Who wouldn't get jealous if his/her partner has someone wooing her? And that rich guy is taking her back to her hometown today itself. Again WTF. Then, J was asking her friends to introduce rich hunks for her and so on. She even showed her repulsion towards my brother's stuff. My thoughts were running wild and I started venting my anger in twitter. Followers may have noticed my anger in the afternoon. What made me think it's real was the status posted by my brother. He's not a frequent facebook-er and he doesn't spend much time on his FB though but he managed to come up with a post saying &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Single is the best"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Simple and short yet very powerful phrase. One thing, he didn't change his relationship status to single. Jives. JIVES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so outraged and E came DM me in twitter telling me about my brother. And that's when I totally buy the story!!!!!!!! It was him who made me believe the hoax. Before that I wasn't really confirm yet and still able to watch Gossip Girl until he dm-ed me. E showed his sympathy to my brother and telling me stories about J and the rich guy. Hey. Good way of creating the story huh? I entirely believe it. I was super upset and I cursed. Broke my own rule for a joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;WORST PRANK EVER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://hehehe.be/blog/wp-content/uploads/2008/12/otl_1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://hehehe.be/blog/wp-content/uploads/2008/12/otl_1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7104103219075230878-1866329617562815336?l=girlondisplay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/feeds/1866329617562815336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/2011/04/worst-prank-ever.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7104103219075230878/posts/default/1866329617562815336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7104103219075230878/posts/default/1866329617562815336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/2011/04/worst-prank-ever.html' title='Worst Prank Ever!'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14524763641239201475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UPa0TudpJGM/TVO43PyVxlI/AAAAAAAABC4/OuS-i2BepMg/s220/3833280.JPEG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7104103219075230878.post-3978584704563180213</id><published>2011-03-31T02:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T02:55:36.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Before Bed</title><content type='html'>Before putting my head down, I'd like to announce that I've officially completed the whole season 1 of Gossip Girl in just three days! On the first day, I've managed to watch only an episode and I found myself pretty hyped about what's going on next. So, I took the decision to watch it and today, just a few minutes ago, I was done watching it. Still having another three seasons lined up in my EHD. Can't wait to see what's coming up. Well, I actually sat in front of my laptop to watch only Gossip Girl for an average of 8.5 hours per day. I know that's a lot. I could sleep more with that much time I've spent on watching it. 17 episodes in two days was an accomplishment for me since I'm never that keen to finish a drama that fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, for the time being I'm not studying and therefore, I have plenty of time to blog but there's nothing for me to talk in particular. So, when my degree commences somewhere in July, I bet not much updates will be posted here but I promise to make some time for it. To read more about me, check out my twitter, &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/#!/JamieShumJr"&gt;@JamieShumJr&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what did I just do? Self-promoting? That's something unusual and I totally have no idea where the thoughts come from.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7104103219075230878-3978584704563180213?l=girlondisplay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/feeds/3978584704563180213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/2011/03/before-bed.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7104103219075230878/posts/default/3978584704563180213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7104103219075230878/posts/default/3978584704563180213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/2011/03/before-bed.html' title='Before Bed'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14524763641239201475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UPa0TudpJGM/TVO43PyVxlI/AAAAAAAABC4/OuS-i2BepMg/s220/3833280.JPEG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7104103219075230878.post-2115724914049863777</id><published>2011-03-30T16:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T16:54:37.684+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Luke Warm</title><content type='html'>Glee has never failed to turn me on whenever I watch cause I simply love musical show and they slipped in between the dramas but Gossip Girl has no musical element and at times I get bored of it. Now I'm feeling a little luke warm with Gossip Girl. No way I'm gonna stop since I've started watching it but now I'm taking a break out of it to enjoy some melodies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First song I played when I on my iTunes: Glee songs. Lol. Okay I did some strumming with a few songs in my iTunes to satisfy my desires and it feels &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;GREAT!&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Musics are part of my life, some describing my situation/exactly how I felt where I can't find words to put on me. It helps explaining my feelings and not forgetting bringing some sways to me. =) Geez, I've brought up in a musical world. Exposed to songs ever since I was a little girl.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;What heck am I crapping up there? Turning insane soon. I need help. And I can't wait for my friends to come back. I need you guys!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7104103219075230878-2115724914049863777?l=girlondisplay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/feeds/2115724914049863777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/2011/03/luke-warm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7104103219075230878/posts/default/2115724914049863777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7104103219075230878/posts/default/2115724914049863777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/2011/03/luke-warm.html' title='Luke Warm'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14524763641239201475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UPa0TudpJGM/TVO43PyVxlI/AAAAAAAABC4/OuS-i2BepMg/s220/3833280.JPEG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7104103219075230878.post-332227253677304526</id><published>2011-03-29T13:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-01T14:39:46.978+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Start</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Since I have to wait for the next episode of Glee which will be aired on the 12th of April and it's still pretty long time to go, I've chosen to start a new drama. It is &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Gossip Girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;! It was one of the dramas that I wanted to watch since the first time it came out but I couldn't watch it on tv cos I'm not constantly aware of the airing time and day. I tend to miss most of the episodes like One Tree Hill which end up in me not knowing most of the stories. I don't mind if any of you offer to give me your series of One Tree Hill. =) I'd like to catch up with that again after so long.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Let me talk a little bit about the characters in GG. Firstly, it's Serena. She looks sweet and polite despite what she has done with Nate in the past but hey, Nate looks better with Serena than with Blair. First look at Blair? She's b*tchy, not a very courteous girl. One word: Dislike. I do not know who will be the goody ones but so far I've watched, I like Serena. Nate's hot (i think most people will agree with me on this) and I don't want to talk about Chuck. He looks errr...scary? Oh oh Dan, not a bad guy though in the first three episodes. &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;More dramas about to come.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Actually, I've watched the first episode of GG for quite a number of times cos I load the first episode and I couldn't go on with the show. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7104103219075230878-332227253677304526?l=girlondisplay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/feeds/332227253677304526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/2011/03/new-start.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7104103219075230878/posts/default/332227253677304526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7104103219075230878/posts/default/332227253677304526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/2011/03/new-start.html' title='A New Start'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14524763641239201475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UPa0TudpJGM/TVO43PyVxlI/AAAAAAAABC4/OuS-i2BepMg/s220/3833280.JPEG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7104103219075230878.post-3975564681137310773</id><published>2011-03-28T14:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T14:51:18.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My 2011 Earth Hour</title><content type='html'>I did nothing special but it's something different this year compared to the last two years.&lt;br /&gt;I went shopping with my mom and surprisingly the malls actually switched off the lights alternately not entirely. Or else we'll be grabbing the wrong stuff or even stand still for an hour till they switch it back on. I sorta rushed home to celebrate the last 10 minutes of Earth Hour with &lt;i&gt;Wan Tan Mee&lt;/i&gt; as dinner. I wanted to serve the food in darkness but mummy said no and we waited till 9.30pm to serve with the lights on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;2010.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celebrated in KL with my sister and roomie, Andrea. Yea what we did was switching off the lights and stayed in darkness for the one whole hour. =0 Okay not completely cause I was watching tv at that time to kill my boredom. Only one room with the lights on though that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;2009.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did this in my lovely home with 3 of my NS friends. One of them was from Penang and he came for a holiday or to visit his friends which are also my friend. They payed me a very surprising visit that year and we talked from like 5pm until 11pm. Long hours and I don't remember what we have chatted!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7104103219075230878-3975564681137310773?l=girlondisplay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/feeds/3975564681137310773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-2011-earth-hour.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7104103219075230878/posts/default/3975564681137310773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7104103219075230878/posts/default/3975564681137310773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-2011-earth-hour.html' title='My 2011 Earth Hour'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14524763641239201475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UPa0TudpJGM/TVO43PyVxlI/AAAAAAAABC4/OuS-i2BepMg/s220/3833280.JPEG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7104103219075230878.post-3129373241615283695</id><published>2011-03-26T00:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T00:58:44.631+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Facebook Question</title><content type='html'>What's with the new feature, 'Question" in Facebook? What can we do with that anyway? What sort of questions do you think we will ask? It's pretty public to ask your friends questions there. I know we still have the choice of asking privately but I don't see how Question serves its purpose. Mark, can you please tell me what kind of trend is that? What other social media that you're trying to copy from?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Questions I've seen so far are jives. Example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Are you a pervert?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Are you hot?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do girls/boys like you?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Is the test paper tough? (I can sort of accept this though)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What are you going to do after graduating? (supposed to be a rather good question but answers? Marry someone. It's a little unrealistic to me)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm just quoting some that I've seen so far. I don't know why it disturbs me so much. Maybe I need time to get used to people asking random questions which some doesn't really make sense or so. It's more or less like some quizzes with those baloney questions.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like Tumblr, they have this tumblrbot which will ask random question and it's up to you to answer it or not. At least I find it proper to ask.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, whatever. Not for me to really find out the function. I'll see what the rest will do with it and slowly pacing up with them.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7104103219075230878-3129373241615283695?l=girlondisplay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/feeds/3129373241615283695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/2011/03/facebook-question.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7104103219075230878/posts/default/3129373241615283695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7104103219075230878/posts/default/3129373241615283695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/2011/03/facebook-question.html' title='Facebook Question'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14524763641239201475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UPa0TudpJGM/TVO43PyVxlI/AAAAAAAABC4/OuS-i2BepMg/s220/3833280.JPEG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7104103219075230878.post-4846794174577202565</id><published>2011-03-25T01:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T01:02:20.238+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It Came Back</title><content type='html'>I'm talking about my dreadful flu. =( Been sneezing nonstop and now having runny nose. =( I hate this moment the most! Torturing enough to make me tear and unable to fall to sleep. I know sleeping may be the best remedy for flu but how to sleep with your nose blocked and unable to breathe through your nose? I don't want you guys to imagine me sleeping with my mouth open and breathing hard through it. A very yucky picture you'll get and please don't add in other elements like drooling while sleeping or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Myanmar is hit by earthquake at&amp;nbsp;magnitude of&amp;nbsp;7.0. Natural disasters everywhere, hitting places like Japan, New Zealand, Argentina, Chile, Iran, Pakistan and so on. The list is going to be super long and it's only the third month of year 2011. How many more will we witness in another 9 months? These are really horrendous and I can't imagine how are the lives going to survive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was googling about the latest earthquake in Myanmar, I saw a link with the title "Greatest Earthquake Ever on May 21, 2011" which is a prophecy from the Bible. I did not go through it as the fonts are too small and too long a passage. Believe it or not, but better to be noted before it's too late. I know, not that we can do anything about it but at least we can prepare ourselves mentally. These are the things that circulating us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The safety of Malaysians is still a question. Despite Malaysia locates in the Ring of Fire, how assure can you be that we won't be affected? We share the same earth. Well call me a Geography illiterate. I forgot what I've been taught during that time but the only thing that stays is &lt;i&gt;Lingkaran Api Pasifik. &lt;/i&gt;Well, let us just pray for ourselves and the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;Listening to: Faithfully&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7104103219075230878-4846794174577202565?l=girlondisplay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/feeds/4846794174577202565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/2011/03/it-came-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7104103219075230878/posts/default/4846794174577202565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7104103219075230878/posts/default/4846794174577202565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/2011/03/it-came-back.html' title='It Came Back'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14524763641239201475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UPa0TudpJGM/TVO43PyVxlI/AAAAAAAABC4/OuS-i2BepMg/s220/3833280.JPEG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7104103219075230878.post-1934032546157839889</id><published>2011-03-22T20:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T20:29:20.934+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Gratification</title><content type='html'>I got two birthday gifts for my one-month-old Gaetana as a reward for serving me well throughout this one month and a week. It has been bringing ceaseless pleasure, fun, and relaxation to me, helps killing my time at home.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good job boy. Love you. Continue serving me alright?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-f7qzUz-TXsA/TYiV8nLhDCI/AAAAAAAABD4/g1GaKLOYz_Q/s1600/tattoo-guitar-vector.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-f7qzUz-TXsA/TYiV8nLhDCI/AAAAAAAABD4/g1GaKLOYz_Q/s1600/tattoo-guitar-vector.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7104103219075230878-1934032546157839889?l=girlondisplay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/feeds/1934032546157839889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/2011/03/great-gratification.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7104103219075230878/posts/default/1934032546157839889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7104103219075230878/posts/default/1934032546157839889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/2011/03/great-gratification.html' title='Great Gratification'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14524763641239201475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UPa0TudpJGM/TVO43PyVxlI/AAAAAAAABC4/OuS-i2BepMg/s220/3833280.JPEG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-f7qzUz-TXsA/TYiV8nLhDCI/AAAAAAAABD4/g1GaKLOYz_Q/s72-c/tattoo-guitar-vector.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7104103219075230878.post-4771780579670161591</id><published>2011-03-21T19:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T00:07:41.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weepy Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-uiIgme9f1DM/TYc0B12qz4I/AAAAAAAABDw/FDT0JpK5Whg/s1600/IMG_4106.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-uiIgme9f1DM/TYc0B12qz4I/AAAAAAAABDw/FDT0JpK5Whg/s640/IMG_4106.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A thousand words can't explain the affections I have for you. It'll remain till the end of my life. I &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what I'll do when it comes to &lt;b&gt;B.O.R.I.N.G. &lt;/b&gt;Doing random stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I sat in front of my laptop for several hours today without having any intentions of coming online. Browsing here and there, stalking people's facebook, looking through photos that i've taken with both my friends and family. Feeling a little bit weepy. I miss my sister, my friends. I miss those priceless moments we had together. Doing crazy things, laughing about things, being the laughing stock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-umwVHDw_zzc/TYc0MimpaSI/AAAAAAAABD0/HEEkELOos6I/s1600/IMG_4141.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-umwVHDw_zzc/TYc0MimpaSI/AAAAAAAABD0/HEEkELOos6I/s640/IMG_4141.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Used to have fun in whatever I'm doing including dining. I can make fun of everything that swept across my sight. But now I can't do that alone cos I might look retarded. I need companion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scratching miserable thoughts. Stand up and see the brighter side.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7104103219075230878-4771780579670161591?l=girlondisplay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/feeds/4771780579670161591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/2011/03/weepy-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7104103219075230878/posts/default/4771780579670161591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7104103219075230878/posts/default/4771780579670161591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/2011/03/weepy-time.html' title='Weepy Time'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14524763641239201475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UPa0TudpJGM/TVO43PyVxlI/AAAAAAAABC4/OuS-i2BepMg/s220/3833280.JPEG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-uiIgme9f1DM/TYc0B12qz4I/AAAAAAAABDw/FDT0JpK5Whg/s72-c/IMG_4106.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7104103219075230878.post-5803308013347824249</id><published>2011-03-21T14:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T14:39:14.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tad Disappointment</title><content type='html'>I was a little shocked to see the change in the air date of A Night of Neglect. The last time I saw was tomorrow and to double confirm the date, I went and checked at their website yet to see the date is postponed to 12th of April which means another 2 weeks?! I'd die. What am I going to do to kill time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday's Top Song: Silly Love Songs&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7104103219075230878-5803308013347824249?l=girlondisplay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/feeds/5803308013347824249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/2011/03/tad-disappointment.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7104103219075230878/posts/default/5803308013347824249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7104103219075230878/posts/default/5803308013347824249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/2011/03/tad-disappointment.html' title='Tad Disappointment'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14524763641239201475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UPa0TudpJGM/TVO43PyVxlI/AAAAAAAABC4/OuS-i2BepMg/s220/3833280.JPEG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7104103219075230878.post-2981672925917786216</id><published>2011-03-19T01:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T01:21:12.912+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beth</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Beth&lt;/b&gt;, a song originally sung by Kiss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will never know this song if it wasn't because of Glee, Noah Puckerman, singing to Quinn Fabray in season 1. I wasn't really fond of this song at first cause I find it dull but now I'm partially addicted to it. I wouldn't replay the scenes back then but now I can see myself staying in the scenario, listening to him finishing the song. It's nice and I love the name Beth. It gives me a picture of a sweet, rosy baby girl. A sense of happiness, blissful and felicity where only family can feel it. I'm the exception. I can sense her euphoria as a third party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I'm in love with this song, I even look up for the chords and found it! I can play the song with flaw but if I am determined, I believe I can play it wholly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankly, there's something that brings me to blogger today but I find it inappropriate to write it down publicly cause it relates to someone who is super sensitive but &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;CP&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;, you can be assured that it isn't about any of you. Some other sapiens whom I met in different place, different time. I have the urge to write when I loaded this page but now I think I better not cause it may cause controversies. What the sapien had said actually hurt my feelings, penetrating my heart. I felt as if someone stab me from the back. Does he/she really think of the others before telling/writing? I find that rather inconsiderate. On the other hand, I wanted to talk about another matter. A very familiar yet complicating matter. Maybe I shall wait till I have the courage to pen down. For the mean time, I'd better lay low, keeping everything to myself. Well I've been doing that for life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not going further cause I'm afraid I might blurt it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, if you follow my twitter, you will realize that my username is changed to JamieShumJr. and it's a combination of Jamie Yeap + Harry Shum Jr. =D I'm very obsessive and &lt;i&gt;exscoooth&lt;/i&gt; me. You people might have thought that I'm too fanatic but this is merely mediocre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Inferior_Child&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7104103219075230878-2981672925917786216?l=girlondisplay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/feeds/2981672925917786216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/2011/03/beth.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7104103219075230878/posts/default/2981672925917786216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7104103219075230878/posts/default/2981672925917786216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/2011/03/beth.html' title='Beth'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14524763641239201475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UPa0TudpJGM/TVO43PyVxlI/AAAAAAAABC4/OuS-i2BepMg/s220/3833280.JPEG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7104103219075230878.post-1982819319837234982</id><published>2011-03-16T16:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T16:52:09.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Original Song</title><content type='html'>The title above is actually the title of Glee's latest episode. In this episode, the main focus is the regionals. Warblers came up with very good songs while Aural Intensity, coached by Sue Sylvester was rather boring cos they sang a religious song. New Directions was awesome and with that, they're awarded with the champion title and going to the Nationals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like how Rachel grabbed hold of the song Get It Right. She was amazing as usual and not forgetting the final song. I actually swayed to the music. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and Kurt is officially dating Blaine and they kissed. &lt;i&gt;Ewww&lt;/i&gt;. That's too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;So, Relationship I want to see most is Finchel but I like the name Puckleberry.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough of the fever. I'd better get going.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7104103219075230878-1982819319837234982?l=girlondisplay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/feeds/1982819319837234982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/2011/03/original-song.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7104103219075230878/posts/default/1982819319837234982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7104103219075230878/posts/default/1982819319837234982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/2011/03/original-song.html' title='Original Song'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14524763641239201475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UPa0TudpJGM/TVO43PyVxlI/AAAAAAAABC4/OuS-i2BepMg/s220/3833280.JPEG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7104103219075230878.post-6901572046888909381</id><published>2011-03-15T12:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T12:32:01.421+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't Wait</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-D9lCyZXp4ds/TX7qICtm90I/AAAAAAAABDs/MxDrUFcpl4s/s1600/glee_wallpaper_3_by_verkoka.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-D9lCyZXp4ds/TX7qICtm90I/AAAAAAAABDs/MxDrUFcpl4s/s640/glee_wallpaper_3_by_verkoka.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;To represent the recurring fever.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;New episode is released today! Yahoo! But I can't find it anywhere to watch it. =.= Does that mean I have to wait for another day? =( There goes my anticipation washed away by the long awaiting episode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In that case, I shall proceed to my guitar lesson instead of wasting time online. It's not that I have lots of things to be done online. All I do is &amp;nbsp;blog, tweet, browse through facebook, check email and simultaneously listen to my iTunes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all folks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*am listening to all glee songs in my playlist now.*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7104103219075230878-6901572046888909381?l=girlondisplay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/feeds/6901572046888909381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/2011/03/cant-wait.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7104103219075230878/posts/default/6901572046888909381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7104103219075230878/posts/default/6901572046888909381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/2011/03/cant-wait.html' title='Can&apos;t Wait'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14524763641239201475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UPa0TudpJGM/TVO43PyVxlI/AAAAAAAABC4/OuS-i2BepMg/s220/3833280.JPEG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-D9lCyZXp4ds/TX7qICtm90I/AAAAAAAABDs/MxDrUFcpl4s/s72-c/glee_wallpaper_3_by_verkoka.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7104103219075230878.post-6435740495850062259</id><published>2011-03-14T12:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T12:47:28.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Satisfaction</title><content type='html'>I've been thinking of changing my blog layout for quite some time already and finally I have successfully edited it! The change gives me a strong satisfaction. I love changes for things like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back to my hometown yesterday. The journey seemed to be shorter than the time I boarded to KL but after doing some calculations, it was indeed faster than the first trip. The train to KL on Thursday was tiring and long cause they've encountered engine problems and stopped in Ipoh station for a really long time to get their engine fixed. Before that, the train coming from north was also delayed for half an hour. =,= you can foresee everything will be delayed including the arrival time in KL which was 1 hour delay! Glad that the train was rather empty that day and I walked around to loosen my muscles. The air-conditioner was functioning and was happy unlike the trip back. Aircond was defective and very cramp!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-DLm5KOAaPMk/TX2aHbgvb8I/AAAAAAAABDc/2zPFh4SxIkM/s1600/IMG_4055.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-DLm5KOAaPMk/TX2aHbgvb8I/AAAAAAAABDc/2zPFh4SxIkM/s640/IMG_4055.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The new railway track for the ETS - Electric Train Service&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Pretty boring though cos there's nothing much to be done in a train except walking around, to the canteen, visit the loo. For me it is still bearable cos I'm used to it and I can plugged on my earpiece, ignoring the rest of the people. But for my mum, she'd be bored out. So I chose to talk to her and play until she fell asleep which was rather difficult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-JC2UeDd4Vhw/TX2cJ2WJK2I/AAAAAAAABDg/MwLP3u19NzA/s1600/IMG_4064.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-JC2UeDd4Vhw/TX2cJ2WJK2I/AAAAAAAABDg/MwLP3u19NzA/s640/IMG_4064.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Teehee. Yea I brought Peki along and took her out of my bag to see the train and the sceneries. =)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything while I was in the train. I'll stop here before going into the places I've went.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7104103219075230878-6435740495850062259?l=girlondisplay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/feeds/6435740495850062259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/2011/03/satisfaction.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7104103219075230878/posts/default/6435740495850062259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7104103219075230878/posts/default/6435740495850062259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/2011/03/satisfaction.html' title='Satisfaction'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14524763641239201475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UPa0TudpJGM/TVO43PyVxlI/AAAAAAAABC4/OuS-i2BepMg/s220/3833280.JPEG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-DLm5KOAaPMk/TX2aHbgvb8I/AAAAAAAABDc/2zPFh4SxIkM/s72-c/IMG_4055.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7104103219075230878.post-7993240999837384015</id><published>2011-03-10T23:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T23:51:50.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blocked Nose + Remedy</title><content type='html'>I have super sensitive nose and yes I know that but sometimes I sort of forget about it. It should be something which I'll remember always but when it comes to helping, I'll forget that totally. So I know it can be solely my fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, it's my first day in KL. Nothing big, I know. As I stepped down the train, immediately I can sense the hectic life in KL. The cars zooming passed, the humans pacing quickly and lastly, the DIRTY air! The air is super polluted! Sneezed nonstop, watery eyes, having blocked nose, sexy chipmunk voice. Ugh. That's going to keep me from sleeping well tonight. Tough luck. Definitely unable to breathe well while sleeping and it's tormenting. I bet you know how that feels right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now what. RUNNY NOSE! It's getting worse. Oh my God. I need to sleep a little bit earlier today so that I can wake up early to settle my stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;KL = dirty, polluted, dangerous.&lt;/b&gt; Now, I'm writing this post with one hand and another busy stopping my mucus from flowing. Tears welling up in my eyes which induces some blurriness. Bad shape. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better get well by tomorrow morning. Tonnes of water tonight is not helping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh by the way, listed below are some ways to help. It may varies between different people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;inhale some steam&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;avoid staying in the air-conditioned room&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; use some aromatherapy oil and inhale the steam released from the hot water. (suggested by Dawinder)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;sniffing in some medicated oil (minyak angin in Malay)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;take a short walk outside and breath in some fresh air&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Hope that helps some of you people who have the same problem as I do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7104103219075230878-7993240999837384015?l=girlondisplay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/feeds/7993240999837384015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/2011/03/blocked-nose.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7104103219075230878/posts/default/7993240999837384015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7104103219075230878/posts/default/7993240999837384015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/2011/03/blocked-nose.html' title='Blocked Nose + Remedy'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14524763641239201475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UPa0TudpJGM/TVO43PyVxlI/AAAAAAAABC4/OuS-i2BepMg/s220/3833280.JPEG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7104103219075230878.post-2333552383754364708</id><published>2011-03-10T00:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T00:19:02.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bieber Fever</title><content type='html'>Finally I blog something about Justin Bieber. It's not that he is very dear to me but I find myself not disliking him that much anymore. When he first came out with his first debut, I'm not very fond of him due to his voice. I know his voice and looks are his main attractions somehow, I only find his looks interesting for he sorta look like Jesse McCartney. Jesse's the first person who appeared in my mind when I saw JB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What made me talk about him today, now, at this very hour?&lt;br /&gt;It was Glee! If you really catch up with Glee, you'll know that JB's Baby is featured in the show and I love the way Sam Evans sang that song. So acoustic feeling. =) See! The root of this post is still GLEE! Fever's not subsiding. I'm so so sorry about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My affection towards Mike Chang induced my friend to call me a pervert. Is that even a perverted act for admiring someone you like from a movie/drama? No right? It's perfectly normal! And today I found out more and more people are admiring him! My other Asian! =D He's superbly cute. Okay. I need to stop right now or else I will not know how far will I go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rate his hotness by seeing his pictures in gleewiki. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7104103219075230878-2333552383754364708?l=girlondisplay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/feeds/2333552383754364708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/2011/03/bieber-fever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7104103219075230878/posts/default/2333552383754364708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7104103219075230878/posts/default/2333552383754364708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/2011/03/bieber-fever.html' title='Bieber Fever'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14524763641239201475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UPa0TudpJGM/TVO43PyVxlI/AAAAAAAABC4/OuS-i2BepMg/s220/3833280.JPEG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7104103219075230878.post-2273093734299096785</id><published>2011-03-09T00:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T00:12:23.455+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Dirty International Women's Day</title><content type='html'>I signed the MANifesto. That's the only related thing that I've done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the rest of the time, I complained nonstop about having no water for the entire day which ended up in me stinking for the day. I felt so dirty, extra dirty. =( Drinking water was also running out. The water from the tank also depleting. &amp;nbsp;It's really torturing! 23 hours without water. Can you imagine my life that time? Body is lacking of water, feeling so dehydrated. Felt so sticky for not taking bath. Eeww. I can't stand it myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum and I decided to go over to my 3rd aunt's house to shower. So sweet of my aunt. She cooked dinner for us too! =D thanks auntie! And after taking my long, refreshing shower, my 4th aunt who was at home called me to inform that water is back. WTH! When I've decided to bathe outside, there comes the water. Previously was also like that. I took bath outside and found out there's water finally upon reaching home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me ask. Would you prefer to bathe with turbid water or not taking bath at all? =D I chose the 1st one and that's what I did just now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7104103219075230878-2273093734299096785?l=girlondisplay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/feeds/2273093734299096785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-dirty-international-womens-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7104103219075230878/posts/default/2273093734299096785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7104103219075230878/posts/default/2273093734299096785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-dirty-international-womens-day.html' title='My Dirty International Women&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14524763641239201475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UPa0TudpJGM/TVO43PyVxlI/AAAAAAAABC4/OuS-i2BepMg/s220/3833280.JPEG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7104103219075230878.post-995625863689659466</id><published>2011-03-07T16:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T22:15:33.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beware of Photographers. (especially for ladies)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Attention to all ladies out there! Please take note of people with cameras in their hands.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;To the guys, tell this to your wife, daughters or girlfriend&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next time when you see someone (stranger) using a Digital Video Cam or Digital Camera pointing at you, don't think you are pretty and gorgeous. You are in danger in fact!! You might land yourself as a "starring" or "porn actress" in the XXX web-sites showing your naked body all over the world unaware.&lt;br /&gt;There are many pervert people doing this currently. Don't think they are just tourists or reporters. Please be awakened and alert when you are doing shopping in Big Malls, Airports, LRT Stations, Cinemas, Beaches, Hotels and so forth.......!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nowadays, technology in using high-tech cameras fixed with a type of lens called&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #663300;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;PF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #663300;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;LENS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;, which can see through clothings.&lt;br /&gt;The PF LENS is able to see through most types of clothes, for examples, thin clothes, tight clothes, sun dresses, swimsuits and so forth. Be aware that this means that the person taking a snap on you can actually see your naked body both "upper&amp;nbsp;and underpart" through the external garment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other words,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #00407f;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kaya-optics.com/products/voyuerism.shtml" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;the PF Lens allows the camera man to "see through" someone's clothes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;*click to see sample photo)&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #00407f;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Suggest that whenever you suspect some strangers holding a camera or Digicam pointing at you, try to avoid facing him (face to face). Quickly use your handbag or any shopping bags in hand to cover your whole front body (in case). Next, escape from the scene as soon as possible.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;This is to save a situation from landing yourself into the hands of evil.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Recently, many girls and housewives' naked photos were vastly distributed in the internet websites without them knowing. Perverts intentionally move around places where ladies usually frequent and took their nude shots.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Imagine, one day your male friend come to you and tell you, he saw your naked pose in the web, how are you to face the situation????? Please take this as something very important and don't take this lightly in order to save a shameful and distressful situation.....!!!!!!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&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/7104103219075230878-995625863689659466?l=girlondisplay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/feeds/995625863689659466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/2011/03/beware-of-photographers-especially-for.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7104103219075230878/posts/default/995625863689659466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7104103219075230878/posts/default/995625863689659466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/2011/03/beware-of-photographers-especially-for.html' title='Beware of Photographers. (especially for ladies)'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14524763641239201475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UPa0TudpJGM/TVO43PyVxlI/AAAAAAAABC4/OuS-i2BepMg/s220/3833280.JPEG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7104103219075230878.post-226069208714656654</id><published>2011-03-07T01:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T01:41:49.578+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleepless Night</title><content type='html'>I tried sleeping early tonight as I am required to wake up early tomorrow but to no avail. I even tried reading till I fall asleep but it doesn't work this time. I tried switching off the lights, thinking that darkness can slowly bring you to sleep and still, I can't shut my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I not tired? Not that it's still early. Been thinking of getting a proper job in Taiping but what and where? It's so tough to find a job i prefer here. Mostly can be found in metropolitan areas. *Sigh. I thought tonight is one of the most comfortable night to really fall into deep sleep but seems like it's not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one else seems to be awake at this hour and is this a sign of insomnia? I don't want my biological clock to turn haywire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll try sleeping again now. K Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7104103219075230878-226069208714656654?l=girlondisplay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/feeds/226069208714656654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/2011/03/sleepless-night.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7104103219075230878/posts/default/226069208714656654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7104103219075230878/posts/default/226069208714656654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/2011/03/sleepless-night.html' title='Sleepless Night'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14524763641239201475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UPa0TudpJGM/TVO43PyVxlI/AAAAAAAABC4/OuS-i2BepMg/s220/3833280.JPEG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7104103219075230878.post-3281093103163381503</id><published>2011-03-06T01:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T01:30:51.389+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Once Again</title><content type='html'>Worries are filling in me now. Thanks to the blabbermouth who talks without concerning people's feelings. After seeing that post, I feel like strangling myself for being so shallow. At this point, I felt like I'm no competition to others. I don't use this word often&amp;nbsp; but yea, I think I'm stupid. I mean it. That's me. Where else can I actually go? I'm not this pessimistic these days as I've learned to see things positively but the negatives are coming back. I don't know. I'm so blind and blur right now. Having nearly zero self-confidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry. I've been trying to avoid being morose but it's too hard to reject these feelings. Especially now. Depressed. Utterly depressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I agree with my CP, Sook Kin. This seems to be a season of depression. Friends around me are feeling down and desolated. Including me. And we all have different stuff to worry which end up in the same conclusion; &lt;b style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;feeling DEPRESSED.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess I'll be in this state till the day. Sorry for the downside. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dear God, I hope you listen to my prayers everyday. I need your blessings. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7104103219075230878-3281093103163381503?l=girlondisplay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/feeds/3281093103163381503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/2011/03/once-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7104103219075230878/posts/default/3281093103163381503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7104103219075230878/posts/default/3281093103163381503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/2011/03/once-again.html' title='Once Again'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14524763641239201475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UPa0TudpJGM/TVO43PyVxlI/AAAAAAAABC4/OuS-i2BepMg/s220/3833280.JPEG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7104103219075230878.post-4879411789981101829</id><published>2011-03-04T20:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T20:05:29.567+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I. Have. A. Dream.</title><content type='html'>As a start, let me tell you something. I'm not those who dream frequently but lately, without fail, i've been dreaming. Most of them are funny and so fictional. =) And today, I'd like to share my dream with you readers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So,I've been so into Glee lately right? You'll see what happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;It was one sunny weekend (&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;don't question me how I know it's a weekend cos I simply just know it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;) and my mum, sister and I went over to my cousin's house in Simpang. Upon opening the door of her house, we were really shocked to see her dressed in a wedding gown. Without hesitation, we asked her whether she's really getting married or not but before she answered us she pushed a lady on a wheelchair, wearing the same gown as hers. That's strange. Slowly everyone emerged into the living hall wearing the same gown. And finally she told us that Rosalind was getting married (&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;Again. I don't not know why she's named Rosalind. It just came out in the dream!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;) So there, the truth is they're just the bridesmaids. As usual, the ceremony proceeded until the photo-taking session. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;I'll skip that part cos it's something pretty normal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Then, it was night time. We were required to attend the dinner in a restaurant (&lt;/i&gt;but it looked like a hotel ballroom. I think I really had a messed-up dream). &lt;i&gt;So, there were several special performances and I joined one of the performances. It was a group one involving really a lot of people. The first part was a show choir where we sang and swayed in a group. Not only swaying but also some dancing. =). And as for the closing, I collaborated with another 3 girls while the rest remained seated on both left and right side of the stage. I couldn't catch up with the dance moves as I'm not a dancer just like the other three. In our hands was two fistful of flour and some polystyrene which were to be thrown at the end of the show.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And now is the time to reveal the 3 girls. They were Rachel Berry, Tina Cohen Chang and Mercedes, all three from Glee.&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;Now i felt embarrassed after stating their identity&lt;/span&gt;. =$. &lt;i&gt;And the rest of the group were Mike Chang, Finn, Quinn and the rest of the glee cast including William Schuester and not forgetting my cousins and my very own sister.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it was a very weird dream and I find it stupid that I fantasized so much about them. But nobody can control their dreams right?&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7104103219075230878-4879411789981101829?l=girlondisplay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/feeds/4879411789981101829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-have-dream.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7104103219075230878/posts/default/4879411789981101829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7104103219075230878/posts/default/4879411789981101829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-have-dream.html' title='I. Have. A. Dream.'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14524763641239201475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UPa0TudpJGM/TVO43PyVxlI/AAAAAAAABC4/OuS-i2BepMg/s220/3833280.JPEG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7104103219075230878.post-5472464928888848457</id><published>2011-03-02T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T23:11:27.899+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Musics. I. Love.</title><content type='html'>Since I've finished watching Glee now it's the time to listen to all the audios featured in the drama. Not that I've not listened to them before, somehow I just stop listening while I'm following up with Season 2. I've completed up to the 14th episode and awaiting the release of the next one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Musics I'm So Into Right Now:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;It's My Life Confessions&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Defying Gravity&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Don't Stop Believing&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Anyway You Want It&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Faithfully&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Poker Face&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Total Eclipse Of The Heart&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Can never stop playing these over and over again. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel Berry's voice rocks! And Mike Chang's dance moves are fantabulous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Glee Fever!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&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/7104103219075230878-5472464928888848457?l=girlondisplay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/feeds/5472464928888848457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/2011/03/musics-i-love.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7104103219075230878/posts/default/5472464928888848457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7104103219075230878/posts/default/5472464928888848457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/2011/03/musics-i-love.html' title='Musics. I. Love.'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14524763641239201475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UPa0TudpJGM/TVO43PyVxlI/AAAAAAAABC4/OuS-i2BepMg/s220/3833280.JPEG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7104103219075230878.post-4830266298199318327</id><published>2011-03-01T23:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T23:49:06.402+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Latest Fantasy</title><content type='html'>Aha! I've been missing from blogosphere for a week but it feels like long. Also I have not been reading blogs simply because my connection wouldn't allow me to load any blogs that I've selected but now I've regained the speed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just so you know, I've been watching Glee a lot. Like really a lot. I finished my first season a week ago and I have no season 2 lining up to watch. So what I did was replaying those singing scenes and yeah! it rocked my day and night! Sister in fact got addicted now. Hee. I'm a bad influence. Her exams are just around the corner and I made her caught up with Glee. Now that I have 13 episodes of Season 2 with me, I can spend my another week watching them! Yay! It won't be the normal yet boring days ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, who's my latest fantasy? It's one of the Glee casts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-07GqZ8u6Uww/TW0Tz6dxzxI/AAAAAAAABDY/qMQJSFjZiF0/s1600/MikeSeason2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-07GqZ8u6Uww/TW0Tz6dxzxI/AAAAAAAABDY/qMQJSFjZiF0/s400/MikeSeason2.jpg" width="276" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any of you know who he is? Gleeks should definitely know him but he's not the main cast or so plus he doesn't appear on screen most of the times. Still his cuteness can't stop me from noticing him! I'll go gaga-ing over him every time I see him. Oops. A very strong fantasy in fact. Sorry, I miss out his name. He's &lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mike Chang&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any other updates from me. Practically nothing cos nothing special happens and I'm still unemployed nor studying. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's what you missed on &lt;u style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;GirlOnDisplay&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7104103219075230878-4830266298199318327?l=girlondisplay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/feeds/4830266298199318327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/2011/03/latest-fantasy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7104103219075230878/posts/default/4830266298199318327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7104103219075230878/posts/default/4830266298199318327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/2011/03/latest-fantasy.html' title='Latest Fantasy'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14524763641239201475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UPa0TudpJGM/TVO43PyVxlI/AAAAAAAABC4/OuS-i2BepMg/s220/3833280.JPEG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-07GqZ8u6Uww/TW0Tz6dxzxI/AAAAAAAABDY/qMQJSFjZiF0/s72-c/MikeSeason2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7104103219075230878.post-2336095858765315694</id><published>2011-02-22T15:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T15:58:54.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Titleless Post</title><content type='html'>Finally I manage to load this page. I mean the compose-a-post page. I've been trying with my super slow connection umpteen times and now &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;YAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. What I am going to say is &lt;b style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;NOTHING.&lt;/b&gt; The inspiration I had for days has disappeared. Part where I dislike most. Things don't go according to your ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Yesterday was the released of STPM result. Two of my CPs were taking it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been wanting to change my blogger template but now I can't cos connection really sucks at this moment. I facebook, tweet, watch movies and learn my chords progression everyday. That's my routine. How boring. Yea when you see chords progression it's something new from me. I've picked up my long lost hobby which is learning the guitar. Been yearning since I was in the third form and now after 5 years, I get to own it! &lt;b style="color: red;"&gt;YES! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;So I run through my list of movies in my EHD and found My Sister's Keeper! Hey I want to watch that. So gonna watch it. I believe most people have heard about Jodi Picoult's; My Sister's Keeper right? It's a very famous book from her. I read that 2 years ago and recommended by a friend of mine. Now, I definitely need to watch the movie.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;College friends have started their university life yesterday. I was supposed to join my university yesterday too but I didn't. I felt like I'm lagging now. Everyone is studying and I'm wasting time at home doing nothing. IDK when it comes to this I'm utterly down. Part of me wants to study now so that I can graduate earlier but I shall wait for others to be done before starting to study. Cut the crap. I don't wanna be emotional.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7104103219075230878-2336095858765315694?l=girlondisplay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/feeds/2336095858765315694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/2011/02/titleless-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7104103219075230878/posts/default/2336095858765315694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7104103219075230878/posts/default/2336095858765315694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/2011/02/titleless-post.html' title='Titleless Post'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14524763641239201475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UPa0TudpJGM/TVO43PyVxlI/AAAAAAAABC4/OuS-i2BepMg/s220/3833280.JPEG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7104103219075230878.post-454928887837484260</id><published>2011-02-16T14:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T14:53:01.415+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Empty</title><content type='html'>Once again, I'm left all alone in town/home. I'm not starting my course yet though I've received my letter of offer. I'm deferring! How silly but I have my very own reason. Reason which many might think I'm not stupid to reject that offer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, dad did offered to get me my &lt;b style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;guitar&lt;/b&gt; the night before but now he didn't mention about it. How can I just go up to him and say, "Hey dad, you offered to splurge today for me. Go and get it for me instantly." That's just something that I won't do when it comes to my dad. When he opens up, I will just nod and go get it but now I'll just keep my interest at heart. I'll see what will happen later. *hoping to get, hoping to get* =) Sound so desperate? Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Harmonica&lt;/b&gt;. I've left it all by itself now. I can't play that well yet though a few lines of some songs that I love. It's too noisy to practice at home with people listening to all my mistakes. Too shy. I'll play when no one's home. *grinning*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to &lt;b style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Glee!&lt;/b&gt; Alright, I should stop talking about it. You must have noticed that I wrote Glee in almost every post in my blogger as well as&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.twitter.com/jamieyeap91/" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;twitter&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Can't upload some photos to share cause my mobile broadband has exceeded the monthly quota.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7104103219075230878-454928887837484260?l=girlondisplay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/feeds/454928887837484260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/2011/02/its-empty.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7104103219075230878/posts/default/454928887837484260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7104103219075230878/posts/default/454928887837484260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/2011/02/its-empty.html' title='It&apos;s Empty'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14524763641239201475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UPa0TudpJGM/TVO43PyVxlI/AAAAAAAABC4/OuS-i2BepMg/s220/3833280.JPEG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7104103219075230878.post-8078150999174371767</id><published>2011-02-15T12:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T12:56:51.497+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valenday</title><content type='html'>Wanna know how I celebrated my Valentine's Day as a single lady?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And who says that you need to be in a relationship to celebrate Valentine's Day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;u style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Valentine's Day&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a reminder for all&amp;nbsp; to love your precious and maybe do a little something different. But do not love them only on this day. Love them everyday for the remaining 364 days. Everyday's a Valentine's day. Bet you heard a lot about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You do not love only your boyfriend/girlfriend but also your parents, siblings and also friends right? So show your love to them. Celebrate this day with your besties or anyone you wish to. There you have your own celebration too =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what I did on this day. Honestly I've &lt;b style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;never&lt;/b&gt; celebrated before. Not even when I was in a relationship. This is my first time and it's the best, funnest and funniest celebration! Went out with an old old old friend, who's also my neighbour and a senior. =) Geez, he drove me out and thanks for the ride. That is why I didn't take the change from you when I paid you extra. Lunch + Movie + Walk in the most beautiful lake in town; &lt;b style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Lake Garden&lt;/b&gt;! Nothing special but it's something that I don't get to do with this buddy often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch was taken in &lt;b style="color: #bf9000;"&gt;Old Town&lt;/b&gt;. It was so nostalgic eating there cause they were playing all those everlasting love songs. Oldies. How soothing they are. Love it. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;What Women Wants 我知女人心&lt;/b&gt; that's what we watched. When we purchased the tickets, there was only another person in the cinema! Oh my. How quiet it was and we thought we're gonna conquer the whole hall but turned out there were more people. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Lake Garden&lt;/b&gt;. Walked around places where I don't usually walk. The underground passage, lotus pond. Ahh epic. The air was so fresh though it rained. Oh oh! I walked that zigzag bridge and it's only my second time. =) Cute. And I even saw a monitor lizard swimming in the pond directed towards the joggers path. eeyuck! I'm afraid of it. Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day ended with me cleaning my new shoes. =D And see you next year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7104103219075230878-8078150999174371767?l=girlondisplay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/feeds/8078150999174371767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/2011/02/valenday.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7104103219075230878/posts/default/8078150999174371767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7104103219075230878/posts/default/8078150999174371767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/2011/02/valenday.html' title='Valenday'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14524763641239201475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UPa0TudpJGM/TVO43PyVxlI/AAAAAAAABC4/OuS-i2BepMg/s220/3833280.JPEG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7104103219075230878.post-2039419522721032659</id><published>2011-02-14T11:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T11:38:53.872+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Not Going</title><content type='html'>I'm not leaving home already people and that's great. Love it. Though I can smell boredom still it's better than missing someone faraway from home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7104103219075230878-2039419522721032659?l=girlondisplay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/feeds/2039419522721032659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/2011/02/im-not-going.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7104103219075230878/posts/default/2039419522721032659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7104103219075230878/posts/default/2039419522721032659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/2011/02/im-not-going.html' title='I&apos;m Not Going'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14524763641239201475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UPa0TudpJGM/TVO43PyVxlI/AAAAAAAABC4/OuS-i2BepMg/s220/3833280.JPEG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7104103219075230878.post-8387879496838757894</id><published>2011-02-14T01:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T01:02:55.447+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whaddap</title><content type='html'>What's up people?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Busy preparing gifts for your valentine?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Splurge today and save tomorrow.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Don't worry about having to spend too much for him/her as savings + earnings are going to get you back your money. BUT does money really matters here? Even if you're gifting your valentine something FOC but meaningful and DIY, it will still be the best! Who says you need to spend much during Valentine's Day? Maybe for a dinner or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey. That's not what I'm supposed to blog about today. Actually it is to keep my blog alive. I did not abandon it. I have frequently update it but it's just at this hour where most of my chatters are asleep and I just need to talk so blogger becomes my companion, which listens and stained but never whines. That's the beautiful part of being a blogger. You get to pen down when you have nothing to do, update your friends who are far away from you about your life and get to meet some new acquaintances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh crap. I have totally no idea what am I talking. Something must have been bothering me that it spins my head around. I can't focus on what I want to say and now I've forgotten almost everything. Never mind. Let it be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, I've been into&lt;b style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt; Glee&lt;/b&gt; so much but at first I can hardly finish a single episode and now I can actually watch a few episodes in a day. So that's it. I've finished it. That means I have nothing to watch at home precisely nothing else to do at home. So reading books is my alternative to fill my time but I'm finishing the current book I'm into right now since I read it before I sleep every night. It's already my habit to read at least a page before I sleep. &lt;b style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;Looking for Andrew McCarthy&lt;/b&gt;. That's what I'm reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all folks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7104103219075230878-8387879496838757894?l=girlondisplay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/feeds/8387879496838757894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/2011/02/whaddap.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7104103219075230878/posts/default/8387879496838757894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7104103219075230878/posts/default/8387879496838757894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/2011/02/whaddap.html' title='Whaddap'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14524763641239201475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UPa0TudpJGM/TVO43PyVxlI/AAAAAAAABC4/OuS-i2BepMg/s220/3833280.JPEG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7104103219075230878.post-2086357911763002110</id><published>2011-02-11T12:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T12:08:59.491+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seeker</title><content type='html'>Finally got some news from Ms. Loke but she's dumping everything on me to settle on my own. No more guidance already after that? Sobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to face the reality but seemingly I don't think I can do it well. I don't want to leave home. The same old feeling when I left home for my A-Levels is the one I fear most! Imagine you're going somewhere without your parents, after the whole day of fear in university, there's no one to talk to at home to chill out. It's coming back to me. The feelings! It's as if I need to start my life in a complete new area by myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part of me hope that I can get out of that place somewhere in the middle of the year to pursue something better in somewhere else further. It has always been my dream to be in the latter but it's going to waste lots of money and lots of time. Money matters in most things that I'm encountering. I personally believe that they want the best for me too but I'm in guilt. And the feeling is intense! I want to leave during the midst and also not wasting much of the money invested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to talk to mama. I want mama but she's always loaded with work. I'm afraid of talking much to her about this cause she's so busy and full of work tension. Sorry mummy and daddy. No way else but to bug you both on this matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how do many people manage to sail through this without having to worry and face different kinds of problems. It's as if they get what they want and not much to think about their decision. Yikes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I wait and apply somewhere else or just submit my letter of acceptance to the university?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry kor. After talking to you yesterday did really make me clearer but today, when I woke up I'm filled with those questions again. I don't know what to do now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confused. Again and again and again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm never strong at heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7104103219075230878-2086357911763002110?l=girlondisplay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/feeds/2086357911763002110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/2011/02/seeker.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7104103219075230878/posts/default/2086357911763002110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7104103219075230878/posts/default/2086357911763002110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/2011/02/seeker.html' title='Seeker'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14524763641239201475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UPa0TudpJGM/TVO43PyVxlI/AAAAAAAABC4/OuS-i2BepMg/s220/3833280.JPEG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7104103219075230878.post-5433058120025439395</id><published>2011-02-10T09:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T09:54:46.201+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost</title><content type='html'>Now that it's getting nearer to reality, what am I going to do? I've been yearning to get back into classes and resume the old routine but after what I saw yesterday night, I'm afraid! I fear of many things. The feeling is back to me. Worrying about this and that and it's not even happening yet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if I can't get along? What if I'm lost? What if I can't manage? Alright. Miss Jamie. Stop worrying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking about the time I have left to prepare for everything, it seems to be too short to even prepare mentally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.duluth.lib.mn.us/Images/BookStack.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="279" src="http://www.duluth.lib.mn.us/Images/BookStack.gif" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Books. Yea. I used to love studying a lot but the passion gradually decreases till a point where I'm really lazy and merely flipping through even when I was preparing for the finals. But after the examinations, where I am totally out of college, I miss books. I miss studying. How many chances do you get to study when you start working next time? Some people may have but some may not. And as for me, I will be really happy if I am given the opportunity to even study up till Ph.D. Dream high. It's not even that easy to go up to that level. Will finish my degree first before talking much about all these. At least, allow me to climb up to Masters but fully on my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, what's left of me? My laziness. Shall throw it away right now. Time to face the truth. Call me Ms. Loke! Call me to assure me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7104103219075230878-5433058120025439395?l=girlondisplay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/feeds/5433058120025439395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/2011/02/lost.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7104103219075230878/posts/default/5433058120025439395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7104103219075230878/posts/default/5433058120025439395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/2011/02/lost.html' title='Lost'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14524763641239201475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UPa0TudpJGM/TVO43PyVxlI/AAAAAAAABC4/OuS-i2BepMg/s220/3833280.JPEG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7104103219075230878.post-5588435515458267550</id><published>2011-02-09T12:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T12:52:12.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's On My Mind?</title><content type='html'>Nothing in particular though I should be worrying about my university applications but it seems like I'm taking things too easily. That's bad I know. I'm one who love to take things easy. I need to put in effort right? I know I should. I'm too laid-back. Ugh to the negative side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad. Angry. Emotional. What can one do to put these emotions off? Not merely on me but on people around me. When people are happy so do I. When people are down, I felt so too. That's me. Many may have not seen this in me but that's the true me at home. I don't show that. I keep those.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey it's still CNY! Why am I so emo? Cut that crap. I'm alright. And waiting with anticipation for an answer from the university. I'm always worried about my choice of courses. What if I can't fare well? What if I dislike what I chose? What if I couldn't find any job next time which is related to my course? Maybe I shouldn't think much about that after deciding on what to do. Just continue with what I've decided.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Short meet-up with my CPs. I'm already missing them. I've only seen them for less than an hour and we had to dismiss. That's sad! No. It was me who went late. Too busy at home with my family. =( Can't wait for the reunion in June.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home is so quiet without my sister and my brother. As usual, I don't get to see my mum's face for more than 6 hours a day and my dad too. The only thing I can do at home is watching tv, eating and online. Ahh and also chit-chat with my aunt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_fdSfoSQXo/TVIdSJ1B4rI/AAAAAAAABCs/cRNUI9DEIJw/s1600/4403008.JPEG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Boring...123...Zzzzzzzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_fdSfoSQXo/TVIdSJ1B4rI/AAAAAAAABCs/cRNUI9DEIJw/s1600/4403008.JPEG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_fdSfoSQXo/TVIdSJ1B4rI/AAAAAAAABCs/cRNUI9DEIJw/s400/4403008.JPEG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;My love.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7104103219075230878-5588435515458267550?l=girlondisplay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/feeds/5588435515458267550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/2011/02/whats-on-my-mind.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7104103219075230878/posts/default/5588435515458267550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7104103219075230878/posts/default/5588435515458267550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/2011/02/whats-on-my-mind.html' title='What&apos;s On My Mind?'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14524763641239201475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UPa0TudpJGM/TVO43PyVxlI/AAAAAAAABC4/OuS-i2BepMg/s220/3833280.JPEG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_fdSfoSQXo/TVIdSJ1B4rI/AAAAAAAABCs/cRNUI9DEIJw/s72-c/4403008.JPEG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7104103219075230878.post-2711989609197210104</id><published>2011-02-09T00:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T00:10:59.694+08:00</updated><title type='text'>He's Gone, She's Gone</title><content type='html'>My brother has gone back with his girlfriend 2 days ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sister is leaving tomorrow morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum's resuming her work as usual working from 8.30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm all alone again at home and I dislike it max!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends were also back to their respective universities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taiping is so boring right now and it's worse without the people I adore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I felt so uneducated and have no knowledge at all. I have not been studying, not learning new things. Lifeless. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X_fdSfoSQXo/TVFq9_JFiVI/AAAAAAAABCo/nLZj0K-v4IY/s1600/4364096.JPEG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X_fdSfoSQXo/TVFq9_JFiVI/AAAAAAAABCo/nLZj0K-v4IY/s320/4364096.JPEG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;small eyed lady with super big face. =( So ugggleeeee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7104103219075230878-2711989609197210104?l=girlondisplay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/feeds/2711989609197210104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/2011/02/hes-gone-shes-gone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7104103219075230878/posts/default/2711989609197210104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7104103219075230878/posts/default/2711989609197210104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/2011/02/hes-gone-shes-gone.html' title='He&apos;s Gone, She&apos;s Gone'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14524763641239201475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UPa0TudpJGM/TVO43PyVxlI/AAAAAAAABC4/OuS-i2BepMg/s220/3833280.JPEG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X_fdSfoSQXo/TVFq9_JFiVI/AAAAAAAABCo/nLZj0K-v4IY/s72-c/4364096.JPEG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7104103219075230878.post-8174735072664922522</id><published>2011-02-03T15:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T15:10:27.222+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Retrieved!</title><content type='html'>Oh my Oh my OH MY GOD!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My photos are now retrieved from my faulty memory card! Thanks to my brother's friend who helped me in getting them again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've gotten back around 400+ of photos out of a thousand plus photos. The remaining ones are really important to me too. Should I try recovering for the second time? No harm trying right? I just want the photos to be with me all the time. Money can't buy reminiscences back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are my treasures. I need them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7104103219075230878-8174735072664922522?l=girlondisplay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/feeds/8174735072664922522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/2011/02/retrieved.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7104103219075230878/posts/default/8174735072664922522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7104103219075230878/posts/default/8174735072664922522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/2011/02/retrieved.html' title='Retrieved!'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14524763641239201475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UPa0TudpJGM/TVO43PyVxlI/AAAAAAAABC4/OuS-i2BepMg/s220/3833280.JPEG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7104103219075230878.post-7981378817729624173</id><published>2011-02-03T02:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T02:35:09.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pretty Bad</title><content type='html'>What's so bad?&lt;br /&gt;My memory card of my camera!&lt;br /&gt;It's having an error which causing me a massive headache now.&lt;br /&gt;I have more than a thousand of photos contain within it and now I couldn't extract them out.&lt;br /&gt;Tried plugging my camera as well as connect using my card reader but both fail!! How? What am I supposed to do now?&lt;br /&gt;I've downloaded a recovery programme from the internet and it managed to retrieve them back but it fails to be viewed.&lt;br /&gt;Another headache now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hating the phrase memory card error now. Go away and don't bug me but please return to me all my photos!!&lt;br /&gt;They are something which I will never ever get back in my entire life!!&lt;br /&gt;God. Help me please.&lt;br /&gt;Give me some solutions!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kick-start my new year with memory card error.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How awesome. =.=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7104103219075230878-7981378817729624173?l=girlondisplay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/feeds/7981378817729624173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/2011/02/pretty-bad.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7104103219075230878/posts/default/7981378817729624173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7104103219075230878/posts/default/7981378817729624173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/2011/02/pretty-bad.html' title='Pretty Bad'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14524763641239201475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UPa0TudpJGM/TVO43PyVxlI/AAAAAAAABC4/OuS-i2BepMg/s220/3833280.JPEG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7104103219075230878.post-2601363846400051143</id><published>2011-02-02T01:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T01:18:16.205+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It Didn't Work</title><content type='html'>Dear &lt;a href="http://expresswooi.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jeff&lt;/a&gt;, my friend. It didn't work!!! What you told me to do didn't work at all! I was just talking to you about it yesterday and I got a reply from them this morning. How sad and dejected was I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To clear your mind, my university application is denied. Why? Very good reason from them. This coming intake has reached their quota and couldn't take in anymore students. So they are assessing my application for the next year intake which is way too long!! I can't wait that long man! In fact, asking me to wait till June/July/September is already a difficult job to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? Why only 50 per intake? Isn't it too little? 50 for the whole course is really too little! We need more space to occupy more students. Unfair to those who really wants to study that course there. BUT! Never mind. Let's hope for the next application to be a successful one alright?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need wishes from you people. I want luck too! Hope for the best for myself. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;IT'S NEW YEAR'S EVE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;Can you all feel the excitement??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7104103219075230878-2601363846400051143?l=girlondisplay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/feeds/2601363846400051143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/2011/02/it-didnt-work.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7104103219075230878/posts/default/2601363846400051143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7104103219075230878/posts/default/2601363846400051143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/2011/02/it-didnt-work.html' title='It Didn&apos;t Work'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14524763641239201475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UPa0TudpJGM/TVO43PyVxlI/AAAAAAAABC4/OuS-i2BepMg/s220/3833280.JPEG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7104103219075230878.post-7221413211953455973</id><published>2011-01-31T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T23:42:53.987+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Keeps Me?</title><content type='html'>What keeps me disappearing from the cyber?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Definitely SPRING CLEANING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey hey, new year is GOD damn NEAR! 2 days left people. TWO! only TWO! And I have loads to clean still. =( Tiring but fun cos I clean with my mum and sis. So the companions make cleaning fun. Okay. I'm mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disappeared from FB and Twitter plus blogger. It's time for me to update a little bit here and there. Ah and also to see what is revolving around my CPs lately and my other friends also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What keeps me waiting. My brothers arrival to Malaysia. Welcome back brother! Okay he has not placed his foot yet. Wait till Wednesday. Can't wait to see him coming back EMPTY-HANDED. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now. Not lingering any longer here&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7104103219075230878-7221413211953455973?l=girlondisplay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/feeds/7221413211953455973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/2011/01/what-keeps-me.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7104103219075230878/posts/default/7221413211953455973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7104103219075230878/posts/default/7221413211953455973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/2011/01/what-keeps-me.html' title='What Keeps Me?'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14524763641239201475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UPa0TudpJGM/TVO43PyVxlI/AAAAAAAABC4/OuS-i2BepMg/s220/3833280.JPEG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7104103219075230878.post-212186185723571483</id><published>2011-01-29T14:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T14:43:32.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Apple Giveaway!</title><content type='html'>Apple products! I bet most of you love it right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stand a chance to win t&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;he&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;grand prize&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; RM10,000 Machine vouchers, 3 x iPad for monthly winners and a whooping &amp;nbsp;65 x iPod Shuffle for weekly winners!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;It's easy. Join this contest today and start recruiting your friends to join as well.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;How is the winner determined?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;Very simple, the one who get to recruit the most friends every week, every month and overall number of recruits will win!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;Check this out today! @&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://says.my/jamieyeap/maybankard-fb"&gt;Win Apple Product!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7104103219075230878-212186185723571483?l=girlondisplay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/feeds/212186185723571483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/2011/01/apple-giveaway.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7104103219075230878/posts/default/212186185723571483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7104103219075230878/posts/default/212186185723571483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlondisplay.blogspot.com/2011/01/apple-giveaway.html' title='Apple Giveaway!'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14524763641239201475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UPa0TudpJGM/TVO43PyVxlI/AAAAAAAABC4/OuS-i2BepMg/s220/3833280.JPEG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
