<?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-5027496300359857088</id><updated>2012-01-26T22:06:43.178+08:00</updated><category term='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QlSWU9uVtkY/TLNLovUeTDI/AAAAAAAAAEg/LwOZN1Qwj_U/s320/DSC_0364.JPG'/><title type='text'>Scribbles.</title><subtitle type='html'>by Brenda</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5027496300359857088/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5027496300359857088/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Bren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13544990521622158353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e8xtbuVBFf0/TvTNEEGyY6I/AAAAAAAAATo/U9UXYFXM6rw/s220/077.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>114</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5027496300359857088.post-7101228350253353695</id><published>2012-01-25T17:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T20:39:44.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss.</title><content type='html'>I miss having Internet. It's been weeks since I even online-ed with a computer. :( And no. Phone Internet is not the same. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss just going on google and reading insignificant shit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss downloading stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss youtubing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss stalking my friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss ninja-ing with my bro. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite being out everyday, which my mum isnt too happy about, I actually miss a lot of things since sem holiday started. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just not the same without Internet in my life. Come baaack my lovely wifi!!! I can't live withoutchuu. Lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5027496300359857088-7101228350253353695?l=misssbread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/feeds/7101228350253353695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-miss.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5027496300359857088/posts/default/7101228350253353695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5027496300359857088/posts/default/7101228350253353695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-miss.html' title='I miss.'/><author><name>Bren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13544990521622158353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e8xtbuVBFf0/TvTNEEGyY6I/AAAAAAAAATo/U9UXYFXM6rw/s220/077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5027496300359857088.post-6251427246628835960</id><published>2012-01-07T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T04:01:24.641+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Resolution.</title><content type='html'>This post is so long over due but I was having my finals and I just had time to sit down and write. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2012. Brand new year, brand new start. I say that every year, but every year I set up some pretty goals and I just end up.. forgetting. I mean, I cant even remember what I claimed to achieve during last year's birth of the new year. Hopefully this year, it'll be different. One can only hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;New years resolution.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After putting much thought into this, instead of putting up a list on what I want to accomplish this year, which I could. But I'd rather not. Cause then I'll probably end up setting up some materialistic and probably not realistic goals like climb mt kinabalu, gain weight or get a new expensive-something. So yea, this year I'm gonna resolute for something simple.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;I just want to be a better person, inside and out.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not saying that I'm a bad person, but lately some mentioned that I've changed a bit. I'm trying to lessen some bad habits of mine. Cursing for example. People claimed that I've become more mean. A little too outspoken? So yea, I'm acknowledging that. That, and some other stuff. This year, I want to try be that lady-like good girl that my mother always wanted me to be. Mum would be proud.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The celebrations this year was nothing extravagant. Just a little family gathering with good food and drinks, and ofcourse fireworks. Eventhough I do own a fancy camera now, sad to say I'm not a pro at taking pretty pictures just yet. So no pictures of them pretty fireworks. I did took a video though. It was a fun night. Very loud. And wet. People splashing water everywhere. But what made it memorable for me was because this was the first new years in a long time that I celebrated without a drop of alcohol in my system. :O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;So yea, hello 2012. Please be kind to me. :3&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/5027496300359857088-6251427246628835960?l=misssbread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/feeds/6251427246628835960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/2012/01/kundasang-family-vacation.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5027496300359857088/posts/default/6251427246628835960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5027496300359857088/posts/default/6251427246628835960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/2012/01/kundasang-family-vacation.html' title='Resolution.'/><author><name>Bren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13544990521622158353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e8xtbuVBFf0/TvTNEEGyY6I/AAAAAAAAATo/U9UXYFXM6rw/s220/077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5027496300359857088.post-2024776756203830916</id><published>2011-12-27T01:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T05:11:54.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuff in my head.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Drama has become one of my close companion these days, recently. So many happenings. Both wanted and unwanted kinds. One night I'm content, pinching myself hoping that this isn't all just a dream. The next, hardcore shit gets&amp;nbsp;splattered&amp;nbsp;all across my face. Making me feel guilty as hell for being so carefree. But you know, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More importantly, finals are in less than a week a way and I'm still having a hard time wrapping my head around that. Focus bren. May the study week begins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh my bed looks REALLY comfortable right about now.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5027496300359857088-2024776756203830916?l=misssbread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/feeds/2024776756203830916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/2011/12/stuff-in-my-head.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5027496300359857088/posts/default/2024776756203830916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5027496300359857088/posts/default/2024776756203830916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/2011/12/stuff-in-my-head.html' title='Stuff in my head.'/><author><name>Bren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13544990521622158353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e8xtbuVBFf0/TvTNEEGyY6I/AAAAAAAAATo/U9UXYFXM6rw/s220/077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5027496300359857088.post-7819421629795996043</id><published>2011-12-24T02:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T04:56:08.605+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Left unsaid.</title><content type='html'>Forgiveness. Reconciliation. Requires the bigger person to make the 1st move. Unfortunately, I'm just one small person here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still waiting on my Christmas miracle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5027496300359857088-7819421629795996043?l=misssbread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/feeds/7819421629795996043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/2011/12/untitled.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5027496300359857088/posts/default/7819421629795996043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5027496300359857088/posts/default/7819421629795996043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/2011/12/untitled.html' title='Left unsaid.'/><author><name>Bren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13544990521622158353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e8xtbuVBFf0/TvTNEEGyY6I/AAAAAAAAATo/U9UXYFXM6rw/s220/077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5027496300359857088.post-8269308819577018480</id><published>2011-09-30T23:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-01T02:45:01.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One of those days.</title><content type='html'>Alone. Don't get me wrong, I like being alone. Though I've come to accept that walking alone is inevitable in life. Yes, you're bound to make friends along the way to make the journey easier but someway, somehow, you will always end up alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like wearing you're favorite jeans everyday. Too much of a good thing is also bad. As much as I cherish and love my jeans. The patch of weird blue that mysteriously got there one day after laundry day. The way the white lines always curves weirdly at your calves and even though you know it's a factory defect, you like them anyway cause you just paid good money on them so they're the best jeans in the world no matter what everyone says. The memories embedded in them. Some embarrassing, but days you will never forget. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Using the same thing every single gawd damn day. The day will come when you grow tired of it ALL and yearn for something new. You will want a new pair of jeans. Having gotten tired of the weird cuttings, the dirty imperfection. Much like this whole mess we call life. If only we can just solve it with a little cash and a trip downtown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alone. I enjoy my quiet time. I really, honestly do. But tonight I can't help but want something new. I guess its just one of those days. :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5027496300359857088-8269308819577018480?l=misssbread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/feeds/8269308819577018480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/2011/09/one-of-those-days.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5027496300359857088/posts/default/8269308819577018480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5027496300359857088/posts/default/8269308819577018480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/2011/09/one-of-those-days.html' title='One of those days.'/><author><name>Bren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13544990521622158353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e8xtbuVBFf0/TvTNEEGyY6I/AAAAAAAAATo/U9UXYFXM6rw/s220/077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5027496300359857088.post-3208522760365886372</id><published>2011-08-16T23:14:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T23:23:53.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crush-less. Again.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;WOW.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;That was, by far, the shortest crush I've EVER had. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;I just realize I don't even stalk you anymore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;And I'm ok with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Living life without knowing your recent activities are. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Huh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Oh well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;It was fun while it lasted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Life moves on.. &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/5027496300359857088-3208522760365886372?l=misssbread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/feeds/3208522760365886372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/2011/08/crush-less-again.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5027496300359857088/posts/default/3208522760365886372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5027496300359857088/posts/default/3208522760365886372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/2011/08/crush-less-again.html' title='Crush-less. Again.'/><author><name>Bren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13544990521622158353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e8xtbuVBFf0/TvTNEEGyY6I/AAAAAAAAATo/U9UXYFXM6rw/s220/077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5027496300359857088.post-8996677169979216794</id><published>2011-08-09T00:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T01:08:14.087+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Feels like I haven't posted much in a while. Or even online with my laptop for that matter. Usually its just through my phone, ipod or some very pretty gadgets that my friends have. It's because of people like these that makes me feel very poor in life. :( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, my absence is mainly cause of exams preparations, then right after that, holiday happenings.. Well, just life in general. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A new baby :) , a few awesome best-friends and family members came back for the hols. So what kind of person would I be if I were to ignore them all during their stay here right? Especially to those that rarely comes back. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For that reason, I've been abusing my new found freedom that came along with being my own personal transportation. Unfortunately, because of the distant between EVERYTHING and my house, that also includes abusing my nightly curfew. Lol. Sorry mum. :D but really that's what you get for you building our home at the end of the world. SO, even if you really don't, thanks for understanding mum. Hihi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't believe it's already August. Where did my July go? August 9th. Time sure flies. Especially when you're having fun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5027496300359857088-8996677169979216794?l=misssbread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/feeds/8996677169979216794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/2011/08/holiday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5027496300359857088/posts/default/8996677169979216794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5027496300359857088/posts/default/8996677169979216794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/2011/08/holiday.html' title='Holiday.'/><author><name>Bren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13544990521622158353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e8xtbuVBFf0/TvTNEEGyY6I/AAAAAAAAATo/U9UXYFXM6rw/s220/077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5027496300359857088.post-1923925951841181799</id><published>2011-07-09T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-10T04:27:21.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shhmilllee.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Keep on smiling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;JUST keep on smiling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And maybe one day, you'll actually feel like doing it for real.&lt;/div&gt;&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: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://cn1.kaboodle.com/hi/img/c/0/0/15e/4/AAAADK4iQp0AAAAAAV5N1w.jpg?v=1307662924000" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 254px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5027496300359857088-1923925951841181799?l=misssbread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/feeds/1923925951841181799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/2011/07/shhmilllee.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5027496300359857088/posts/default/1923925951841181799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5027496300359857088/posts/default/1923925951841181799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/2011/07/shhmilllee.html' title='Shhmilllee.'/><author><name>Bren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13544990521622158353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e8xtbuVBFf0/TvTNEEGyY6I/AAAAAAAAATo/U9UXYFXM6rw/s220/077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5027496300359857088.post-670434405089420763</id><published>2011-07-06T01:53:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-24T01:17:48.514+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hamster, and my kuaci.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Have you tried eating kuaci (Sunflower seed) in front of a hamster before? I did it  the first time a few nights back. And I did it again a few minutes ago. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I don't know about you , but I feel REALLY uncomfortable eating kuaci in front of my hamster.  What happened was she actually just dropped anything and everything she was doing at that moment and, gives me the stare of hate. Like seriously unmoving and well, just staring at me. Like mad at me or something. Even stopped mid-track on her beloved little running wheel. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Its like she’s annoyed with me for stealing her food or something. Wth? It was my food to begin with. I just shared it with you. Plus this was the expensive type. Not the tasteless cheap ones. And especially, not the ones that has hamster food written all over it.. I bought it. So technically, i own it. Just like how I own u, oh little hamster of mine. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1WkCov8bqrw/ThNVtXQrqwI/AAAAAAAAASE/2xp1r5dgx4Q/s320/Penampang-20110703-00051.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625934597342341890" style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Whatchu looking at girl?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings;mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri;mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin;mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri;mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-char-type:symbol;mso-symbol-font-family:Wingdings"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-char-type: symbol;mso-symbol-font-family:Wingdings"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&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/5027496300359857088-670434405089420763?l=misssbread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/feeds/670434405089420763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/2011/07/hamster-and-my-kuaci.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5027496300359857088/posts/default/670434405089420763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5027496300359857088/posts/default/670434405089420763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/2011/07/hamster-and-my-kuaci.html' title='Hamster, and my kuaci.'/><author><name>Bren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13544990521622158353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e8xtbuVBFf0/TvTNEEGyY6I/AAAAAAAAATo/U9UXYFXM6rw/s220/077.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1WkCov8bqrw/ThNVtXQrqwI/AAAAAAAAASE/2xp1r5dgx4Q/s72-c/Penampang-20110703-00051.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5027496300359857088.post-2186024998007617793</id><published>2011-07-03T01:24:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T02:04:50.535+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thinking of a change.</title><content type='html'>So i was actually thinking of just changing the url to this blog.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But that simple task has prove itself to be a hassle. So, it got me thinking..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe I should just delete this blog.. Then make a new one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which then got me thinking, again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Should I even bother making a new one? Lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Idk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That tumbler thing I keep seeing these days seems interesting. I mean, despite the fact that i see no originality in posting and reposting something that has already been posted somewhere before. Lol. But, seems like fun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That twitter seems interesting too, seeing that i can actually follow some of my idols first hand. But its so similar to facebook. And just the thought of managing two social network, when i can just as easily accomplish the same task with one website, just seems a lil silly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Livejournal seems cool too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Idk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just thinking of making a change. Therefore, giving myself a few more days before I make a decision.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5027496300359857088-2186024998007617793?l=misssbread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/feeds/2186024998007617793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/2011/07/thinking-of-change.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5027496300359857088/posts/default/2186024998007617793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5027496300359857088/posts/default/2186024998007617793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/2011/07/thinking-of-change.html' title='Thinking of a change.'/><author><name>Bren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13544990521622158353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e8xtbuVBFf0/TvTNEEGyY6I/AAAAAAAAATo/U9UXYFXM6rw/s220/077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5027496300359857088.post-839922077641362953</id><published>2011-06-29T10:21:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T15:03:29.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Annoyed.</title><content type='html'>I hate it when busybody get in between of your arguments. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fueling the fire much? Nobody wants you here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Find your own arguments bitch! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can't find one? Want to start one with me??? Is that what this is?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So this is what backstabbing feels like in the receiving end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ugh. Just rot and die. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, done. :|&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5027496300359857088-839922077641362953?l=misssbread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/feeds/839922077641362953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/2011/06/annoyed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5027496300359857088/posts/default/839922077641362953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5027496300359857088/posts/default/839922077641362953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/2011/06/annoyed.html' title='Annoyed.'/><author><name>Bren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13544990521622158353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e8xtbuVBFf0/TvTNEEGyY6I/AAAAAAAAATo/U9UXYFXM6rw/s220/077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5027496300359857088.post-5589968527406777814</id><published>2011-06-12T08:36:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T09:16:15.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking up.</title><content type='html'>So, I have a feeling things are finally gonna be looking up around here these days. Mainly cause..&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;MY SIS-IN-LAW AND&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt; FAVORITE &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;NIECE IN THE WHOLE WIDE WORLD IS BACK&lt;/b&gt; and here to stay for a while.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We are soon to be joined with her new little sibling (brother, hopefully).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My big bro and aunt is here to visit. Gonna be a nuisance at times I'm sure, but its definitely gonna bring more colors in this dull world we have here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My dangerous sleeping habit toned down a bit. Thank God. Lets say that these days, I'm awake long enough to have a healthy dose of vitamin D intake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;MY MILIA IS GONE&lt;/b&gt;. I feel a little healthier already. Lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The new sem is starting soon. Can't wait to hit the books and do something productive again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I HAVE A NEW PHONE&lt;/b&gt;! Yeay. Not a touchscreen like I wanted, but not loving it any less. White blackberry bold 9780 baby. Who doesn't want a bb?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sooo yeaaa, despite a few bumps on the road, I'd say it was an VERY nice week. :)&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/5027496300359857088-5589968527406777814?l=misssbread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/feeds/5589968527406777814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/2011/06/looking-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5027496300359857088/posts/default/5589968527406777814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5027496300359857088/posts/default/5589968527406777814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/2011/06/looking-up.html' title='Looking up.'/><author><name>Bren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13544990521622158353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e8xtbuVBFf0/TvTNEEGyY6I/AAAAAAAAATo/U9UXYFXM6rw/s220/077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5027496300359857088.post-8424517740214101320</id><published>2011-06-08T03:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T15:13:31.022+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jan result.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Just got my sem result a few hours ago. And saying I'm happy, doesn't even cover it. I'm ecstatic! Thrilled! Jumping with joy! Not literally speaking ofcourse, but very close to. I managed to maintain my 3 pointer and even increased it a little. Which is very surprising cause I distinctively remember not handing in a few of my assignments. That was the lazy me acting up. So yea, I'm not lying when I say I did not expect this at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeay me. Uhuh. Yea.. Doing the dance. Lol. Yes, I'm a dork. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also got into the dean's list. I think. Atleast the little remark on the bottom of my result page says so. I don't know. Whatever that is. I just googled, wikipedia say its good. So I'm taking that as a something good. Boy would it be embarrassing if i got this wrong. Lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; color: #0000ee;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615577005593648834" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D5snxnKPnx0/Te6JiLNC3sI/AAAAAAAAARQ/oy5ajfRpJL0/s200/Untitled%2B-%2BCopy.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 148px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center; width: 200px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whatever slump or depressive state I was in a few days ago. This news, totally yanked me out of it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At the moment, I only have one thing in my mind. So mum, am I finally worthy of a new phone? I want an Iphone4. But we all know thats not gonna happen so I'd settle with a blackberry bold or a htc incredible s. Saturday mum? :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5027496300359857088-8424517740214101320?l=misssbread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/feeds/8424517740214101320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/2011/06/just-got-my-sem-result-few-hours-ago.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5027496300359857088/posts/default/8424517740214101320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5027496300359857088/posts/default/8424517740214101320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/2011/06/just-got-my-sem-result-few-hours-ago.html' title='Jan result.'/><author><name>Bren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13544990521622158353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e8xtbuVBFf0/TvTNEEGyY6I/AAAAAAAAATo/U9UXYFXM6rw/s220/077.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D5snxnKPnx0/Te6JiLNC3sI/AAAAAAAAARQ/oy5ajfRpJL0/s72-c/Untitled%2B-%2BCopy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5027496300359857088.post-8537157489265783205</id><published>2011-06-07T06:19:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T15:13:28.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Slow.</title><content type='html'>So, I wish I had more to say. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Feels like everything has been going slow motion lately. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, time mostly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nothing excites or intrigues me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not like they use to. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everything just seems soo, fine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Doing well without me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After all the drama that went on..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's just been a slow week. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I have nothing more to say. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5027496300359857088-8537157489265783205?l=misssbread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/feeds/8537157489265783205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/2011/06/slow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5027496300359857088/posts/default/8537157489265783205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5027496300359857088/posts/default/8537157489265783205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/2011/06/slow.html' title='Slow.'/><author><name>Bren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13544990521622158353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e8xtbuVBFf0/TvTNEEGyY6I/AAAAAAAAATo/U9UXYFXM6rw/s220/077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5027496300359857088.post-1423812152004908825</id><published>2011-05-27T02:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T15:16:25.025+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inception.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o31CLSHm6KA/TA8B2Cp026I/AAAAAAAAAFM/Je4jEiWYRWo/s400/Inception+banner+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o31CLSHm6KA/TA8B2Cp026I/AAAAAAAAAFM/Je4jEiWYRWo/s400/Inception+banner+1.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 184px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yes, this little country bumpkin has joined the rest of the world for finally having seen this supposedly awesome movie of 2010, Inception. It's obviously a little late but I just wasn't bothered when the inception hype was going on in facebook. I find it so over rated back then. I mean, So the dude can share dreams with people, its a movie. Didn't &lt;i&gt;The Matrix&lt;/i&gt; had something similar? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So why bother watching it now? Well, just cause I can. I actually downloaded it a few months after its release but, I somehow forgot to watch it? :) I blame this sad excuse of a memory of mine. Speaking of which, I had a headache when trying to figure out the movie. But I still get it. -ish. And don't you lie to me, I know you had some of you're own blond moments at some point of the movie. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My favorite scene was when they manipulated the gravity in the hotel and car. I just can't imagine how they actually filmed that part. Probably with the help of lots of wires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like many others, I was really frustrated with the ending of it all. I find it very, insufficient. I mean, so the top was still spinning. Does that means that the ending reality was actually a Limbo he created with his subconscious mind? So actually Saito and himself never regained consciousness. Or was it the actual reality. But the director decided to torture us cutting the scene short before the top topple over? Either way. I still have many, MANY unanswered question. Don't even get me started. I watched the movie solo, so I actually just had no one to ask. Lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have a thing for not believing in happy endings so I kinda expected it a bit. But still..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; color: #0000ee;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://s59.radikal.ru/i166/1008/0c/afc886ca8a79.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 303px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yea, this picture sums it up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="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/5027496300359857088-1423812152004908825?l=misssbread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/feeds/1423812152004908825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/2011/05/inception.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5027496300359857088/posts/default/1423812152004908825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5027496300359857088/posts/default/1423812152004908825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/2011/05/inception.html' title='Inception.'/><author><name>Bren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13544990521622158353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e8xtbuVBFf0/TvTNEEGyY6I/AAAAAAAAATo/U9UXYFXM6rw/s220/077.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o31CLSHm6KA/TA8B2Cp026I/AAAAAAAAAFM/Je4jEiWYRWo/s72-c/Inception+banner+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5027496300359857088.post-2588130046561005945</id><published>2011-05-23T02:11:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T15:18:15.859+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pirates of the Caribbeans 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Did I mention ever I love 3D movies? Cause I do. My mum hates it. God knows why, maybe it has something to do with the price. But I think it just makes the movie thaaat much more real, enjoyable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The most recent one was the Pirates of the Caribbeans 4, On Strangers Tides. If you haven't seen the movie, I advise you do, and in the earliest hour. I can only say for myself, but it was definitely worth my money. I find sparrow very adorable and charming at the same time. His character has the perfect combination of dumb luck, weird principles in life, and odd ways of walking, literally, to make a movie work. I just can't imagine POTC without him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can't seem to pick a favorite scene in this movie. Mainly cause everything just gets better and better. Starting off from the royal hearing to hang of jack sparrow, to the blackbeard's ship, the journey to the fountain of youth and to Jack Sparrow's love life? Lol. With a different female lead ofcourse. I like them all. If I'd have to pick, the mermaid scene was my favorite part. They were so beautiful and scary at the same time. A worthy rival to Harry Potter's version of mermaids. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know. I just like the movie. Hence, after so many hours, I'm still spazzing about it now. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; color: #0000ee;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://www.desktop4ipad.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/05/pirates_of_the_caribbean_on_stranger_tides_ver9_xlg-500x500.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 500px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center; width: 500px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5027496300359857088-2588130046561005945?l=misssbread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/feeds/2588130046561005945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/2011/05/pirates-of-caribbeans-4.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5027496300359857088/posts/default/2588130046561005945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5027496300359857088/posts/default/2588130046561005945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/2011/05/pirates-of-caribbeans-4.html' title='Pirates of the Caribbeans 4'/><author><name>Bren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13544990521622158353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e8xtbuVBFf0/TvTNEEGyY6I/AAAAAAAAATo/U9UXYFXM6rw/s220/077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5027496300359857088.post-3186113074520737667</id><published>2011-05-20T14:41:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T15:34:31.112+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Karma.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Karma. Originates from Hinduism and Buddhism. By definition, it meant its the sum of a person's action in this and the previous state of existence, viewed as deciding their fate in future existences. In other words, if you do good, your next life will be good and vice versa. Its like destiny or fate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seeing it from a smaller picture, everyday life. I know we all have our ups and downs but gawd, sometimes I just hate karma. Can't live with it, cant live without it. One moment your happy and the next you're suddenly down, fall flat in your face. It's ridicules. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When something bad happens, I always find comfort in knowing that something good is going to happen. But when the sea is calm or everything is smooth sailings, I hate that I will always have this bothering feeling, fear, that peace is going to end soon. It's annoying when my expectations doesn't fail me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The saying &lt;i&gt;'what goes around, comes around' &lt;/i&gt;has become my own motivation to do good in life. So in other words, I must've done something really really bad cause it just goes around and around and around like a freaking merry-go-round. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BUT. We got through this before. And I believe we can do it again. A life without its ups and down is a dull life. No fun anyways. I'd rather we just sit back and enjoy the ride. After a storm theres always a rainbow. So I'm just gonna wait patiently for the storm to pass. I just hope I survive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*post picture of pretty rainbow here* Lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="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/5027496300359857088-3186113074520737667?l=misssbread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/feeds/3186113074520737667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/2011/05/karma.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5027496300359857088/posts/default/3186113074520737667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5027496300359857088/posts/default/3186113074520737667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/2011/05/karma.html' title='Karma.'/><author><name>Bren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13544990521622158353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e8xtbuVBFf0/TvTNEEGyY6I/AAAAAAAAATo/U9UXYFXM6rw/s220/077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5027496300359857088.post-7226764521716490097</id><published>2011-05-18T00:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T01:31:24.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Own wheels.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My aunt is getting a new car. This is relevant to my life because she's planning on giving me her old kancil. Just a kancil. Nothing too fancy for my first car, and its just the way I like it. :) After making such a fuss about not wanting to use a big car cause I don't handle parkings very well, well..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I should be happy right? Finally getting my own wheels and all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But why am I nervous? Har har har...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q3Y0RvBcJ-I/TdGf2WsDPjI/AAAAAAAAAQY/9ZAaP8zbenQ/s320/230196_1554947252573_1801971542_974416_4658073_n.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607438767205072434" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;My soon-to-be supposed new ride.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5027496300359857088-7226764521716490097?l=misssbread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/feeds/7226764521716490097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/2011/05/own-wheels.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5027496300359857088/posts/default/7226764521716490097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5027496300359857088/posts/default/7226764521716490097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/2011/05/own-wheels.html' title='Own wheels.'/><author><name>Bren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13544990521622158353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e8xtbuVBFf0/TvTNEEGyY6I/AAAAAAAAATo/U9UXYFXM6rw/s220/077.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q3Y0RvBcJ-I/TdGf2WsDPjI/AAAAAAAAAQY/9ZAaP8zbenQ/s72-c/230196_1554947252573_1801971542_974416_4658073_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5027496300359857088.post-4478014000377975748</id><published>2011-05-17T04:57:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T07:09:01.519+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hobby.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;I NEED A NEW HOBBY. Preferably a productive one. Especially for the holidays. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Too much time + unlimited internet = precious brain cell dying at a faster rate. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Surfing the net, is a daily routine/addiction that I'm aiming desperately to cut back. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Gaming? I can literally feel my brain cells rotting. So, no. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Utilizing itunes, is my fav past time these days. Movies, kpop and that includes all the stalking and whatever shit i do about my kpop addiction. But productive? No.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;That includes watching korean dramas. All i get is heartbreak or jealousy. Or both. Lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Only less than a month left before the new semester starts so getting a job is out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Going out and meeting with friends isn't exactly called a hobby. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;I'd like to take up a sport, but.. Ha ha ha. Riiight bren. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;I'm bored as hell with reading and writing. Finished re-reading all the novels at home, went on to e-books, which made me inspired to write again. But i can't say that was a success cause everything I wrote sounds too depressing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Maybe I should just pig out on this holiday to gain weight. Yea, that could work. Its productive and healthy. But. Does that qualify as a hobby? Eating? Haih. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;I'm rambling again. Stopping now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;I just seriously need a new hobby. And a hair cut btw. Too long, just too long already. Okay, really ending now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5027496300359857088-4478014000377975748?l=misssbread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/feeds/4478014000377975748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/2011/05/hobby.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5027496300359857088/posts/default/4478014000377975748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5027496300359857088/posts/default/4478014000377975748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/2011/05/hobby.html' title='Hobby.'/><author><name>Bren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13544990521622158353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e8xtbuVBFf0/TvTNEEGyY6I/AAAAAAAAATo/U9UXYFXM6rw/s220/077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5027496300359857088.post-1484719415489380656</id><published>2011-04-23T01:11:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T03:56:06.365+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates and procrastination at works.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yes well, finals exams are in a few days and I'm once again finding whatever reason to procrastinate for as long as I can. It's like clockwork i tell you. Sigh. I'm so disappointed in myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And so here I am, taking 5 from whatever study time left is there until monday. Part of me wants to get this exam season over with but the other part wants more time to REALLY study and score high for the finals. Decisions decisions. Being the good girl that i am,*cough* I shall opt for the second one i guess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, while i'm at it, updates.. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I haven't been doing anything news worthy lately. Uni is pretty much the same. Not much happening there. Except that my carry marks just got out. Gosh.. Talk about pathetic. But I guess I deserved some of it. All in all, just a lil over average at most. Sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Other than that, I, the small skinny girl has been breaking some sweat recently. Just a few hours a day. It really has been a while since I've done anything like this. The last sport I did was skiing in korea and that was painfully hot and cold at the same time. Have you ever sweat in the snow? Lol. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the people that knows me, knows that I'm not the biggest fan of sport. Nice to talk about, but not to actually do. :) So its news when I suddenly start brushing up on my badminton skills with my siblings. Gosh, I swear I've never sweat so much in my life! Lol. I have two little twin brothers and a younger sister. Yea, so its pretty much a double match most of the time. Mind you, I'm in the effort of changing serious my couch potato lifestyle for a much healthier one. Please pray that I succeed. Lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yea, thats about as interesting as my life goes right now. Or atleast just as much as I'm willing to publicized. For now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N9elk55ZmXw/TbHNLnOqJxI/AAAAAAAAAPI/V2tkeEftlu8/s320/098.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598481411190957842" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes, that is my huge dog that just crawled into a small box under the table by itself.&lt;br /&gt;Ain't he just adorable?? :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&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/5027496300359857088-1484719415489380656?l=misssbread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/feeds/1484719415489380656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/2011/04/life-update-and-procrastination-at.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5027496300359857088/posts/default/1484719415489380656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5027496300359857088/posts/default/1484719415489380656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/2011/04/life-update-and-procrastination-at.html' title='Updates and procrastination at works.'/><author><name>Bren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13544990521622158353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e8xtbuVBFf0/TvTNEEGyY6I/AAAAAAAAATo/U9UXYFXM6rw/s220/077.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N9elk55ZmXw/TbHNLnOqJxI/AAAAAAAAAPI/V2tkeEftlu8/s72-c/098.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5027496300359857088.post-4580365199966161894</id><published>2011-03-23T21:34:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T03:39:52.017+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New toys please?</title><content type='html'>Went to the a photography meeting last monday. I saw lots of pretty pictures taken by such beautiful big cameras.. And suddenly the old wants and wishes starts to surface up. Ever since then I find myself craving to get my hands on some new toys. Again. But doubt thats gonna happen though. Cause&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;i&gt;mi familia se rompió&lt;/i&gt; if they comply to my every wish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just got back from a shopping spree in Indon for god sake. Someone should really stop me. Lol. I'm actually not asking for much, just three "little" things.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;1.&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;I want a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;NEW PHONE&lt;/i&gt;, preferably Iphone or a blackberry. Note: this is was already long overdue okay. My phone broke last year and I've been using a temporary phone since then. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;2.&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;A new&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;DSLR CAMERA&lt;/i&gt;. Don't really care for the sizes. The smaller the better. But I prefer quality over size. I actually have one in mind but I dont know its model. yet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;3.&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;A new &lt;i&gt;CAR&lt;/i&gt;. I'm not asking for a black hummer here. Though that would be so kewl. Lol. Just an elite viva navy blue will do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So you see. I'm not really asking for much right...? :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Know that i'm being sarcastic about that last one. My parent wants to get me one but I have no confidence in driving yet. Why? Cause I'm a dork. Thats why. :) But i really really do need a new phone. No joke. My phone now is just pathetic. Not exaggerating. You'll understand when you see it. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5027496300359857088-4580365199966161894?l=misssbread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/feeds/4580365199966161894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/2011/03/new-toys-please.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5027496300359857088/posts/default/4580365199966161894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5027496300359857088/posts/default/4580365199966161894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/2011/03/new-toys-please.html' title='New toys please?'/><author><name>Bren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13544990521622158353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e8xtbuVBFf0/TvTNEEGyY6I/AAAAAAAAATo/U9UXYFXM6rw/s220/077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5027496300359857088.post-732723943147246986</id><published>2011-03-15T14:28:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T16:28:45.304+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wireless adapter tale.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Not many people know but I've actually have NOT been able to connect via wireless from my laptop in a while. A while as in, from the middle or beginning of last year. Roughly there la.. I don't remember when it broke, I just know it did. To the extent that I don't remember when was the last time my laptop got an update on anything. Lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All this time, I've only been online using my ipod touch and/or my little twin bro's laptop. Yes, they are &lt;b&gt;11 years old&lt;/b&gt; and have a laptop, newer if not &lt;b&gt;better&lt;/b&gt; than mine. God knows why they have one, but they do. I blame my parent pampering them for their colorful report cards. For the record, they got them while I was away on holiday. So I had no say in this. :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, thats beside the point. The point is, they've actually stopped letting me borrow their laptop willingly. Whining to my parents. When I borrow, it's not without an exaggerated sigh or if I borrow it for the night, they can't resist banging my door soooo freakin early the next day. Fully understanding that I've probably just fell asleep at that time, with my nocturnal sleeping habits and all. And recently, they've started hiding their laptop from me. Seriously. Hiding it from me.. Like wth. They're 11. They should be playing outside or studying. Not facebook-ing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cause if I use it, then they cant update they're precious fb games and they're acting like all hell could break lose if they don't. Dramatic right. Shish. So I'm forced to either fix my laptop or buy a wireless usb adapter. I choose the later option cause the sales person said its easier and faster that way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even the 2nd option was expensive. But for the speed its giving me on my laptop, I forgive it for burning a hole through my pocket. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nQ-VnAQ0oI8/TX8N-s29h3I/AAAAAAAAAPA/5dOKsnhoxQ8/s320/photo.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584197433807439730" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Tada~ All RM89 worth of it. My wireless can kickass now. Well, its faster than theirs. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;Oh and in other news, I'm leaving for Indonesia in a few hours. Again, just a short trip this time, I'll be back on saturday night so please pray for my safety. Or don't. Up to you. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&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/5027496300359857088-732723943147246986?l=misssbread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/feeds/732723943147246986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/2011/03/wireless-adapter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5027496300359857088/posts/default/732723943147246986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5027496300359857088/posts/default/732723943147246986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/2011/03/wireless-adapter.html' title='Wireless adapter tale.'/><author><name>Bren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13544990521622158353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e8xtbuVBFf0/TvTNEEGyY6I/AAAAAAAAATo/U9UXYFXM6rw/s220/077.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nQ-VnAQ0oI8/TX8N-s29h3I/AAAAAAAAAPA/5dOKsnhoxQ8/s72-c/photo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5027496300359857088.post-7356486786855501023</id><published>2011-03-13T05:07:00.029+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T15:35:54.651+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ramblings..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Funny story, I woke up from my nap this afternoon humming to some tune to what I thought was a Paramore song that I've heard sometime before. I didn't know what was the title was so I absentmindedly went and downloaded their entire album. I kept repeating the whole 12 songs in the album, trying to remember if it was the right tune. In the end, it turned out to be a korean song. One of which I already had in my itunes. =.=" Can't blame me though. It had the same emo rock feel to it. Have a listen. One can easily get confused. Or maybe its just me? This song is about a stalker and "love". lol. Nice song. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;iframe frameborder="0" height="360" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/cxlH29tZyhQ" title="YouTube video player" width="540"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Another story, I've been sleeping a lot lately. And also not sleeping much. Does that makes sense? In brood daylight, I'm always doozing off when the opportunity presents itself. But at night, its really hard for me to lie down and sleep. Mostly cause I think too much. Damn these emo hormones. Why couldn't I be born with a B blood type? Maybe then I can be ignorant to all these bothering thoughts. Most A types think a lot. While O's are somewhere in the middle. Yes, I have been reading and watching a lot about insignificant stuff lately. It has become one of my favourite past time actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, back to the topic. These thoughts aren't such bothering topics really. But they always come during bad timings. Like when I'm eating or trying to get my work done. Assignments mostly. I guess it not bad or anything but I think they're a little unnecessary. Thoughts like the big &lt;b&gt;W's&lt;/b&gt; enters my mind. Why am I even doing this shit? Where did I put my other sock? What if I was born at a time when I actually don't have to do this.. thing that i am doing? Shitload of question like that pile up. Then I start thinking why I'm thinking like this. Is this an &lt;b&gt;OCD&lt;/b&gt;?? Ive heard of people with that disease. Sounds frustrating, yet interesting at the same time. I never meet anyone like that before I wouldn't know. Then I shake the thought off thinking that its probably not that. Most probably cause of the fact that I'm getting old now. So I sigh and chill for a while. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After a while, I realize that this is probably my procrastinating-self at works here, doing all it can to prevent me from doing productive work. Thats when I stop and stare at the watch. 3am. Shit, again? So I ended up mentally smacking myself for wasting time and rushing through whatever I was doing. Sometimes thanking god that I don't have class tomorrow. Other times not so lucky. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, right now I'm wondering why am I bothering to type this out. No one is gonna read this. Not that I want them too really. &lt;i&gt;I shy.. *hides in a corner*&lt;/i&gt; So I'll probably end up deleting or editing this post later on. Or maybe not. We'll see. I feel so random now. And hungry. I'm thinking that its probably cause I'm tired. Seeing the time and I'm still awake. I'm thinking breakfast time. I can hear cars outside. Why are those people awake anyways? Its like 5.30am on a sunday morning. Definitely too early for church. But then again, I know for a fact that I'm not the only one still awake. Since the ManU game was on tonight. Or is it still? I don't know.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This post is becoming more and more ridicules. So I shall stop now. I'm leaving for a short holiday to Indonesia next week. I'm also wondering if its normal that I should feel this NOT excited about it. I seriously don't feel like going. Anyways, good night. Sleep tight.&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; AND DON'T FORGET TO PRAY FOR JAPAN.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-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/5027496300359857088-7356486786855501023?l=misssbread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/feeds/7356486786855501023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/2011/03/rambling.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5027496300359857088/posts/default/7356486786855501023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5027496300359857088/posts/default/7356486786855501023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/2011/03/rambling.html' title='Ramblings..'/><author><name>Bren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13544990521622158353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e8xtbuVBFf0/TvTNEEGyY6I/AAAAAAAAATo/U9UXYFXM6rw/s220/077.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/cxlH29tZyhQ/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5027496300359857088.post-1712789993606768115</id><published>2011-02-27T23:51:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T18:02:37.437+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SPCA, Doggy Shelter.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Did you know there was an animal shelter in Sabah? Cause I didn't. Its called the &lt;a href="http://www.spcakk.org/"&gt;Society for the Prevention to Animals (SPCA)&lt;/a&gt;. Its situated somewhere in Putatan, and the place itself isn't at all like a fancy center that aim to get the people's donation. It's really just a donated land with an empty bungalow and a yard that house these animals. Its not perfect yet, but its a working progress. On the bright side, there's still a lot of things you can help with, so your time there wont be wasted. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went yesterday, the 26th. And along with 6 of my friends, we cleaned poop, swept, and mopped. So to say I did things that I would almost never be caught doing at home. Lol. But it was fun. Tiring and I ended up smelling like a dog myself but the company of the 27 dogs made it fun. Originally 28,but one was recently adopted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--WZNBxhvz3w/TWqYVom7EEI/AAAAAAAAAO4/SC53-rk_Fa8/s400/IMG_0907.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578438585897128002" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BsoXALfIAqg/TWqLgaSwvII/AAAAAAAAAOQ/qw905fzd-yg/s320/IMG_0910.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578424477381868674" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NRXU9APceZk/TWqKix3xCOI/AAAAAAAAAOA/FkjamL-U3mw/s320/IMG_0916.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578423418559203554" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;This is Snowy. She's very nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If there was such a time when you're free and have the need to do some good deed for a day. Then maybe you could do something different other than visiting the Seri Mengasih or the old folks home. I'm just saying. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5027496300359857088-1712789993606768115?l=misssbread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/feeds/1712789993606768115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/2011/02/spca-doggy-shelter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5027496300359857088/posts/default/1712789993606768115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5027496300359857088/posts/default/1712789993606768115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/2011/02/spca-doggy-shelter.html' title='SPCA, Doggy Shelter.'/><author><name>Bren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13544990521622158353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e8xtbuVBFf0/TvTNEEGyY6I/AAAAAAAAATo/U9UXYFXM6rw/s220/077.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--WZNBxhvz3w/TWqYVom7EEI/AAAAAAAAAO4/SC53-rk_Fa8/s72-c/IMG_0907.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5027496300359857088.post-3426066988174258455</id><published>2011-02-14T23:02:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T05:24:27.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2011's V day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Not much to say right now.. Just updating for the sake of updating.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY EVERYONE!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and how did you lovely souls out there celebrated your awesome day??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unlike the past, I surprisingly enjoyed myself this year. :)))  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QGDRXlE1HrI/TVmc85FzbBI/AAAAAAAAANw/JXILrGm2ccQ/s200/valentines_1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573658583778946066" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5027496300359857088-3426066988174258455?l=misssbread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/feeds/3426066988174258455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/2011/02/2011s-v-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5027496300359857088/posts/default/3426066988174258455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5027496300359857088/posts/default/3426066988174258455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/2011/02/2011s-v-day.html' title='2011&apos;s V day.'/><author><name>Bren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13544990521622158353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e8xtbuVBFf0/TvTNEEGyY6I/AAAAAAAAATo/U9UXYFXM6rw/s220/077.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QGDRXlE1HrI/TVmc85FzbBI/AAAAAAAAANw/JXILrGm2ccQ/s72-c/valentines_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5027496300359857088.post-7689922145305294565</id><published>2010-12-06T00:24:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T15:37:52.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random vanity.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I swear I'm not normally like this but yours truly here, have decided to post a selca today. Wee~ Sakai Ipod touch ba this. Not used to using a touch screen camera. Yes, mock me.&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;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0000ee;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547242321007494658" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QlSWU9uVtkY/TPvDgBqqRgI/AAAAAAAAAMU/iG0eT9bwOMg/s400/v2.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 400px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center; width: 300px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Showing off my pearly whites. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In my room, was taking 5 from studying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5027496300359857088-7689922145305294565?l=misssbread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/feeds/7689922145305294565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/2010/12/random-vanity.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5027496300359857088/posts/default/7689922145305294565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5027496300359857088/posts/default/7689922145305294565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/2010/12/random-vanity.html' title='Random vanity.'/><author><name>Bren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13544990521622158353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e8xtbuVBFf0/TvTNEEGyY6I/AAAAAAAAATo/U9UXYFXM6rw/s220/077.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QlSWU9uVtkY/TPvDgBqqRgI/AAAAAAAAAMU/iG0eT9bwOMg/s72-c/v2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5027496300359857088.post-4389553028497991583</id><published>2010-12-05T04:44:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T00:56:27.455+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reunited.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tis was the day when the 'gayings' reunited. After something that felt like forever of doing nothing much than concentrating on our own individual studies and lives, fate has finally allowed us to cross paths. With my form6 buddies, we finally meet again.&lt;/i&gt; Seh! *cough* LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Long story short, we talked, caught up, eat, drink, window shopped, caught the new Harry Potter movie (Ron+hermione! *squeals*) My treat. Although somebody fell asleep halfway through it. Take a guess who? &lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The one with the pink jacket, but cant blame her though, she was sick. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Say hello to my lovely friends:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; color: #0000ee;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546976757268326210" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QlSWU9uVtkY/TPrR-LpTp0I/AAAAAAAAALs/PWVpEl_wkzA/s320/IMG_0031.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 320px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center; width: 240px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/michellebeelurbu"&gt;Michelle&lt;/a&gt; @ Chell. Still as big-eyed pretty, as always.&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="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; color: #0000ee;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546976766453625714" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QlSWU9uVtkY/TPrR-t3QM3I/AAAAAAAAAL8/H-G1efhgJWo/s320/IMG_0038.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 320px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center; width: 240px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1230583498"&gt;Madona&lt;/a&gt; @ Donat. Still as cute and super controlled by her parents, as always. &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: #0000ee;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546976759180570082" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QlSWU9uVtkY/TPrR-SxOLeI/AAAAAAAAAL0/29kzfy9j8ec/s320/IMG_0045.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 320px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center; width: 240px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100000046219343"&gt;Junnette&lt;/a&gt; @ Bonet. Still as wacky and crazy, as always.&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: #0000ee;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546976768233564018" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QlSWU9uVtkY/TPrR-0fn53I/AAAAAAAAAME/QqB5BcmnbxY/s320/IMG_0036.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 320px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center; width: 240px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100001886901492"&gt;Belinda&lt;/a&gt; @ Bel. Still as innocent and pure, as always. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Definitely getting prettier everyday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="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/5027496300359857088-4389553028497991583?l=misssbread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/feeds/4389553028497991583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/2010/12/reunited.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5027496300359857088/posts/default/4389553028497991583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5027496300359857088/posts/default/4389553028497991583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/2010/12/reunited.html' title='Reunited.'/><author><name>Bren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13544990521622158353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e8xtbuVBFf0/TvTNEEGyY6I/AAAAAAAAATo/U9UXYFXM6rw/s220/077.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QlSWU9uVtkY/TPrR-LpTp0I/AAAAAAAAALs/PWVpEl_wkzA/s72-c/IMG_0031.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5027496300359857088.post-1802677230033686123</id><published>2010-12-04T04:01:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T01:37:21.792+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's over!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;I AM DONE!!!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;It's finally over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;halleluyah!! &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Course notes be gone! Merry lights and fun happenings appear yourself to me!! Yeah yeah oh yeah! LOL. I sound spastic. But I can't help it. My last paper was today. So I'm now freeee. Teheeeeeeeeeee. Until the next semester starts again. Well, lets just cross that bridge when we get there. I shall be ignorant for now. So. What next sem? lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I missed stalking my SHINee. &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;My&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Onew. Finally I can do so that without worrying about a thing now. Well, lets just say it's currently kpop-madness in my head right now. Yes, I'm a fan-girl.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, back to the topic.. Imma get drunk! Party all night and sleep the day away till I can't take no more. :D I'm soo totally kidding. I'm such a nice girl. So I would never. Notice the circle thing on top of my head. Lol.&amp;nbsp;I want fireworks! Color lights! I'm so in the christmas mood now. Hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Random past picture at the city of lights, ICT KL:&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="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; color: #0000ee;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546568887220831282" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QlSWU9uVtkY/TPlfBBUIBDI/AAAAAAAAAKU/--tb7wp-Uh8/s400/DSC_0687.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 268px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; color: #0000ee;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546563092230717970" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QlSWU9uVtkY/TPlZvtS0QhI/AAAAAAAAAKE/4p7E1GTSRG8/s400/DSC_0705.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 268px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546565340281040402" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QlSWU9uVtkY/TPlbyj7x7hI/AAAAAAAAAKM/tkDvgegI9ik/s400/DSC_0729.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 400px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center; width: 268px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;:O says the pink christmas tree. &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/5027496300359857088-1802677230033686123?l=misssbread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/feeds/1802677230033686123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/2010/12/its-over.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5027496300359857088/posts/default/1802677230033686123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5027496300359857088/posts/default/1802677230033686123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/2010/12/its-over.html' title='It&apos;s over!'/><author><name>Bren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13544990521622158353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e8xtbuVBFf0/TvTNEEGyY6I/AAAAAAAAATo/U9UXYFXM6rw/s220/077.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QlSWU9uVtkY/TPlfBBUIBDI/AAAAAAAAAKU/--tb7wp-Uh8/s72-c/DSC_0687.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5027496300359857088.post-393686664669176135</id><published>2010-11-29T14:57:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T02:12:18.297+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finals.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Everyone else is done. But not me. Obviously. Since the world doesn't/&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;never&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; rule on my behalf. sigh. My finals is coming. Starting the 1st Dec to be exact. All a 3-hour paper. Oh joy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm now trying to take out the 40% place where I waste my time, facebook. There's also the other 30% and 30% from youtube and allkpop respectively. Sooo friggin hard. :( Its intended to keep me focused for a while. Not working though. Obviously. I've noticed my procrastination habits has gotten worser these days. Even now i'm wasting time, updating this blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chill bren. Just multi-task better. You can do this shit! Hal-su-iso! Fighting!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After this is done, then I'm gonna enjoy my holiday in peace. Words can't describe how much I'm looking forward to christmas and new years. The color lights. The family. The friends coming back. The lazing around being a couch potato. The food. The presents. Ngehehe. Okay, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;stop. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Study mode: ON. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544870223893493090" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QlSWU9uVtkY/TPNWFzTP9WI/AAAAAAAAAJo/wf19gmASO1U/s200/att4324530.gif" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 48px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 60px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lets get this shit over with first.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5027496300359857088-393686664669176135?l=misssbread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/feeds/393686664669176135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/2010/11/no-facebook.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5027496300359857088/posts/default/393686664669176135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5027496300359857088/posts/default/393686664669176135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/2010/11/no-facebook.html' title='Finals.'/><author><name>Bren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13544990521622158353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e8xtbuVBFf0/TvTNEEGyY6I/AAAAAAAAATo/U9UXYFXM6rw/s220/077.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QlSWU9uVtkY/TPNWFzTP9WI/AAAAAAAAAJo/wf19gmASO1U/s72-c/att4324530.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5027496300359857088.post-1304043507787228552</id><published>2010-11-16T00:26:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T00:59:22.129+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ugh.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Stupid wireless. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And you call yourself a laptop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ugh.&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="font-size: large;"&gt;Stupid deadlines.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Do you have to be so many and so soon?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ugh!&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="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Stupid finals!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yea, aside from everything already, why not?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ugh!! &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="font-size: large;"&gt;STUPID LA EVERYTHING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QlSWU9uVtkY/TOFlB5n1UtI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/OTB4eQvKkBI/s200/2085288072_57350e52d5.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 131px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539820099964588754" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;T_T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5027496300359857088-1304043507787228552?l=misssbread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/feeds/1304043507787228552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/2010/11/ugh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5027496300359857088/posts/default/1304043507787228552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5027496300359857088/posts/default/1304043507787228552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/2010/11/ugh.html' title='Ugh.'/><author><name>Bren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13544990521622158353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e8xtbuVBFf0/TvTNEEGyY6I/AAAAAAAAATo/U9UXYFXM6rw/s220/077.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QlSWU9uVtkY/TOFlB5n1UtI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/OTB4eQvKkBI/s72-c/2085288072_57350e52d5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5027496300359857088.post-1391721094793948398</id><published>2010-10-26T23:18:00.018+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T14:53:00.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My girlfriend is a nine-tailed fox.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I felt like ranting something so.. Remember the post I made before, where I said that as a present to myself, i'd start watching dramas again. Yes? no? Well, I did. Not about writing the post. I mean, I watched something finished already. The whole 16 episodes of it. That was fast right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was actually anticipating my other half (the one that knows no shame) to take over and post something up. You know, like the ones I usually make during my spastic-korean-crazed moments. And not to mention the day-dreaming-to-one-day-be-married-to-"insert name here"-obsession phase. A perfect example would be the your beautiful period. Lol. But surprisingly, I managed to tone the craziness of it a bit down this time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It usually takes a day for me to download an episode (cause i'm sharing the wireless with my sis) and this time with all the subs being out already, in less than 2 weeks, I actually finished it all. I guess i went too fast that i didn't really had time to "feel" it all you know. &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="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lee Seung Ki&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; was cute. I love how adorable he was, being an immature wuss in the beginning of the story. His scared and blurr expression just cracks me up everytime. (also the reason why i'm watching 2 days and 1night.) Though in the end, he did transformed into a totally different mature person. A boring person. Its as if he finally grew some balls or something. Lol. I was a bit disappointed with the change. I wanted him to stay a wuss. Cause he's funnier that way. But for a drama to sell, I guess some change is inevitable. But still, totally cute.&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="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Shin Min Ah&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; was pretty. She has a nice smile and big cat-like-eyes so I guess she suits her part as the innocent beef-loving gumiho. I actually saw a few episode of the drama first before caring to google about her. Then, i found out she (05/04/1984) was older than seung ki (13/01/1987). I was like @@. Really? Yea. she can act.&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="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;No Min Woh&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Park Soo Jin&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; played the villain. Min Woh didn't appear to be that hateable though. I felt bad for him from the start actually. Plus he looked like a plastic toy most of the time. Perfectly handsome and emotionless. Soo Jin however was damn annoying. She reminded me of UEE in you're beautiful. Enough said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Another reason why I choose to watch about this drama is cause its a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;hong sister production&lt;/span&gt;. I'm a big fan of them. I so love love&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; love&lt;/span&gt; their way of writing. Unlike other production, their work has the right amount of comedy, suspense, wittiness and most of all, fluff. Seriously, they can make me cringe of hate one moment n laugh like mad the next. Btw, I heart them for making some of the your beautiful cast to make a cameo. I just wished Jang geun seok did some. I didn't realized i missed them terribly till i saw them. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~~~Pictures~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QlSWU9uVtkY/TMfIsF8FvfI/AAAAAAAAAGo/EU4nZWF-i-w/s320/mgig-parkshinhye.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532611327081954802" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QlSWU9uVtkY/TMfKW0ALUoI/AAAAAAAAAGw/kxL6Na8_3p4/s320/mgig-uee.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532613160513262210" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QlSWU9uVtkY/TMfKXcF_ymI/AAAAAAAAAG4/JkdnJjQOsdM/s320/mgig-leehongki.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532613171275090530" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Park Shin Hye, UEE and Hong Ki in their cameo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QlSWU9uVtkY/TMc5nM-6W-I/AAAAAAAAAGI/OLrwxWCYajk/s320/leeseunggishinminah.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532454012910722018" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;The hoi-hoi couple. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/5027496300359857088-1391721094793948398?l=misssbread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/feeds/1391721094793948398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/2010/10/my-girlfriend-is-gumiho.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5027496300359857088/posts/default/1391721094793948398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5027496300359857088/posts/default/1391721094793948398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/2010/10/my-girlfriend-is-gumiho.html' title='My girlfriend is a nine-tailed fox.'/><author><name>Bren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13544990521622158353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e8xtbuVBFf0/TvTNEEGyY6I/AAAAAAAAATo/U9UXYFXM6rw/s220/077.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QlSWU9uVtkY/TMfIsF8FvfI/AAAAAAAAAGo/EU4nZWF-i-w/s72-c/mgig-parkshinhye.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5027496300359857088.post-6156537073414181868</id><published>2010-10-16T00:34:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T01:12:30.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lambert: Malaysian concert?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ah ma gawd.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I swear its like I've been living under a rock these days. Obsessed with K-entertainment that i didn't realize what was going on in my own country. I'm almost embarrassed to say this but, did you know ADAM LAMBERT had a concert in Malaysia?? Cause I didn't. Ah.. so thats why there were lots of Adam Lambert-related posts &lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;spamming my homepage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt; in Facebook. I just thought he released a new song or album or something. Lol. My bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And from what I heard, some Malaysians actually did an open protest in front of the stadium? Omg. Something about an anti-gay issue? Seriously people. Pathetic. Talk about major embarrassment. And we wonder why international artist don't do concerts in Malaysia. Honestly, when I finished reading the article, I actually had a sudden urge to hide my nationality from the world. It was like an instinct. Lol. This is why I don't like politics. Its just so retarded. No offence. Thats just one person's opinion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But whatever. I heard the concert went on smoothly anyways. Thank god for that. He's just too &lt;i&gt;BIG-OF-A-PERSON &lt;/i&gt;to be bothered by such trivial matter. I mean this is American Idol's &lt;i&gt;THE &lt;/i&gt;Adam Lambert we're talking about. I love his songs. I love &lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;his awesome gayness &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;him. I'm a fan but not a hardcore one. Hence the obliviousness of me. But I still love him. He's practically dripping with pure AWESOMENESS. His eyeliner says it all. So need I say more. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyways, I was just enlighten about this today. More accurately, around an hour ago. And that was only cause of a profile picture of a friend, flaunting her rm298 priced ticket. So. Yea. This is sad. I feel poor and sad. I am sad. Gah~ Oh well. What to do. Maybe next time. Or in another life. Maybe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QlSWU9uVtkY/TLiC_mNfRaI/AAAAAAAAAFI/sTn4dCl5Beo/s200/8303E7E12675FAD0F882A97CBFBF.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528312571697776034" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 158px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Boo~ Party pooper. Go away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QlSWU9uVtkY/TLiDTJK2IlI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/2L9YY36uRFU/s320/5607AB087AE8630559147587A9667.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528312907499446866" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;So what if he's gay. I say long live Adam Lambert!!!&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/5027496300359857088-6156537073414181868?l=misssbread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/feeds/6156537073414181868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/2010/10/lambert-malaysian-concert.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5027496300359857088/posts/default/6156537073414181868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5027496300359857088/posts/default/6156537073414181868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/2010/10/lambert-malaysian-concert.html' title='Lambert: Malaysian concert?'/><author><name>Bren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13544990521622158353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e8xtbuVBFf0/TvTNEEGyY6I/AAAAAAAAATo/U9UXYFXM6rw/s220/077.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QlSWU9uVtkY/TLiC_mNfRaI/AAAAAAAAAFI/sTn4dCl5Beo/s72-c/8303E7E12675FAD0F882A97CBFBF.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5027496300359857088.post-1246865375689915842</id><published>2010-10-12T00:45:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T02:20:54.972+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QlSWU9uVtkY/TLNLovUeTDI/AAAAAAAAAEg/LwOZN1Qwj_U/s320/DSC_0364.JPG'/><title type='text'>Self-reward.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QlSWU9uVtkY/TLNLovUeTDI/AAAAAAAAAEg/LwOZN1Qwj_U/s1600/DSC_0364.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;After enduring looong grueling hours of conflicting physical and mental strain on my brain. Stupid assignments. Sigh. No really, I seriously could feel the rust flaking off slowly as the gears in my brain starts turning again. It really has been a while. Sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Why do I suddenly feel old? Lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Anyways, the only thing that kept me going was a promise that I made to myself. And as retarded as I know this sounds, I'm just gonna say it. That promise was for me to start watching some korean drama again. Lmao. Yes, I know. I know. I'm such a dork. Shaddap. Heh. But hey, it got the job done didn't it. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;I shall pick my&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;prey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;, i mean drama, another time. Now Im hungry. Food oh food, wherefore art thou?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5027496300359857088-1246865375689915842?l=misssbread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/feeds/1246865375689915842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/2010/10/self-reward.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5027496300359857088/posts/default/1246865375689915842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5027496300359857088/posts/default/1246865375689915842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/2010/10/self-reward.html' title='Self-reward.'/><author><name>Bren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13544990521622158353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e8xtbuVBFf0/TvTNEEGyY6I/AAAAAAAAATo/U9UXYFXM6rw/s220/077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5027496300359857088.post-8930424799122833645</id><published>2010-10-10T02:22:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T03:40:04.657+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Craving for chocolate.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QlSWU9uVtkY/TLC6Ve-w8fI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/sa0h_31oJmU/s1600/DSC_0429.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QlSWU9uVtkY/TLC6VE_MO0I/AAAAAAAAAEI/wAB7E1uc2M4/s1600/DSC_0426.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Am taking a break from doing my assignments now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Take a break, take a kitkat." No seriously, I am eating a kitkat now. Lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In uni, i've grown addicted to eating kitkat during breaks. One, cause i don't take caffeine so chocolate is my best substitute as an energy boost. And two, cause aside from kitkat, well, lets just say the convenience stores near our uni are very limited. Sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I want some real chocolate. Cadbury. Ferrero rocher. Kinder Bueno. Toblerone. Hersheys. Cloud 9. Lol. Yes, I am craving for chocolates now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm craving for this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QlSWU9uVtkY/TLC6UCiVsDI/AAAAAAAAAD4/2puHDTtBNrY/s320/DSC_0432.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526121596224647218" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Chocolate dipped strawberries from cameron highlands. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One word, heavenly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QlSWU9uVtkY/TLC6UkllGxI/AAAAAAAAAEA/uBVeAKeeHRQ/s320/DSC_0430.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526121605365046034" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Strawberries :)))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QlSWU9uVtkY/TLC6Ve-w8fI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/sa0h_31oJmU/s320/DSC_0429.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526121621039935986" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QlSWU9uVtkY/TLC6VE_MO0I/AAAAAAAAAEI/wAB7E1uc2M4/s1600/DSC_0426.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QlSWU9uVtkY/TLC6VE_MO0I/AAAAAAAAAEI/wAB7E1uc2M4/s320/DSC_0426.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526121614062402370" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Us, at the strawberry farm. &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/5027496300359857088-8930424799122833645?l=misssbread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/feeds/8930424799122833645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/2010/10/craving-for-chocolate.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5027496300359857088/posts/default/8930424799122833645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5027496300359857088/posts/default/8930424799122833645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/2010/10/craving-for-chocolate.html' title='Craving for chocolate.'/><author><name>Bren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13544990521622158353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e8xtbuVBFf0/TvTNEEGyY6I/AAAAAAAAATo/U9UXYFXM6rw/s220/077.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QlSWU9uVtkY/TLC6UCiVsDI/AAAAAAAAAD4/2puHDTtBNrY/s72-c/DSC_0432.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5027496300359857088.post-1414977930126931223</id><published>2010-10-05T12:38:00.025+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T05:15:32.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Forgotten blog.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;woah~ It has been a while. Lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Its just been so busy around me lately that by the end of each day, blogging seemed so tiring you know. And If you really know me, you'ed know that I despise doing tiring things. (Unless I have something awesome to gain) Lol. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;At some point, I almost forgot I had a blog. Seriously. No joke. Cause I'm using google crome right, and being my blog and all, its usually on my top few visited page in my home page. You know.. always there to remind me to update and all.. And I remembered noticing it disappeared a few months ago. Saying to myself&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&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;thats a sign for you to update dimwit!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;But me, having a memory span of a fish sometimes, eventually I forgot about it. Heh. Hence the not updating-ness(is that a word?) Lol. :) I actually logged in today with the purpose of deleting this blog but, as you can see, my mind strays again and next thing i knew, i was typing this updated instead. Haih. Dodo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So anyways, no class today. Am free~ I've actually reserved today to concentrate fully on demolishing the mountain of assignments that has been pilling up on my desk. And look what I'm doing. Lol. Major procrastinator disease man. Crazy. Tsk tsk tsk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QlSWU9uVtkY/TKq2ap7QxAI/AAAAAAAAABQ/LpBBdk1PxHk/s200/DSC_0230.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524428461970605058" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Random shot taken somewhere otw to Cameron highland. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ko-gila. Get it? Kau gila. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yeaaa, cause I'm lame like that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5027496300359857088-1414977930126931223?l=misssbread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/feeds/1414977930126931223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/2010/10/forgotten-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5027496300359857088/posts/default/1414977930126931223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5027496300359857088/posts/default/1414977930126931223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/2010/10/forgotten-blog.html' title='Forgotten blog.'/><author><name>Bren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13544990521622158353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e8xtbuVBFf0/TvTNEEGyY6I/AAAAAAAAATo/U9UXYFXM6rw/s220/077.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QlSWU9uVtkY/TKq2ap7QxAI/AAAAAAAAABQ/LpBBdk1PxHk/s72-c/DSC_0230.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5027496300359857088.post-3804953677813196318</id><published>2010-07-19T19:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T19:59:00.748+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New gmail.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QlSWU9uVtkY/TEQ9glX5q7I/AAAAAAAAABA/AI1kmQUSkvY/s1600/user2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hah! I've finally successfully changed my login email to my blog. Wohoo~ I feel a tinsie bit tech-e smarter now. Haha. Ei, don't look at me like that kay. I've been trying to figure all this out since last year. So yea. I feel smarter. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Why change it in the 1st place? Cause i hate my old google username. Bida this. Come on. I'm sure this happened to you before. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So anyway, now my profile is way newer than my actual blog. =.="&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Used to be..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QlSWU9uVtkY/TEQ9gUG5LWI/AAAAAAAAAA4/OlRUL-rIypE/s200/user+-+Copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495585070661578082" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And now..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QlSWU9uVtkY/TEQ9glX5q7I/AAAAAAAAABA/AI1kmQUSkvY/s1600/user2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QlSWU9uVtkY/TEQ9glX5q7I/AAAAAAAAABA/AI1kmQUSkvY/s200/user2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495585075296316338" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 121px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&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/5027496300359857088-3804953677813196318?l=misssbread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/feeds/3804953677813196318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/2010/07/new-gmail.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5027496300359857088/posts/default/3804953677813196318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5027496300359857088/posts/default/3804953677813196318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/2010/07/new-gmail.html' title='New gmail.'/><author><name>Bren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13544990521622158353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e8xtbuVBFf0/TvTNEEGyY6I/AAAAAAAAATo/U9UXYFXM6rw/s220/077.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QlSWU9uVtkY/TEQ9gUG5LWI/AAAAAAAAAA4/OlRUL-rIypE/s72-c/user+-+Copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5027496300359857088.post-934465585755326911</id><published>2010-07-18T19:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T17:47:54.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1st day of the 3rd week.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The result for the&amp;nbsp;Rayuan kemasukan stpm 2010 is predicted to come out this week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So far no word yet.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gawd. My heart is going dup-dap-dup-dap now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Please la. Yes or No?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3234/2436350607_7b402df125.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3234/2436350607_7b402df125.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes laa~ Please.. :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5027496300359857088-934465585755326911?l=misssbread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/feeds/934465585755326911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/2010/07/1st-day-of-3rd-week.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5027496300359857088/posts/default/934465585755326911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5027496300359857088/posts/default/934465585755326911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/2010/07/1st-day-of-3rd-week.html' title='1st day of the 3rd week.'/><author><name>Bread</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs2Jsrsh1KI/S-73RdGCDwI/AAAAAAAAAZw/tWXQ2JBZAdQ/S220/www000+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3234/2436350607_7b402df125_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5027496300359857088.post-6406145226742395269</id><published>2010-07-13T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T21:31:57.842+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick updates.</title><content type='html'>Gosh. Its been so long since my last post. Omg. Has it really been that long?@@ Okay. Maybe not thaat long but yea. It feels like it. :) Tsk tsk, kesian my abandoned blog. I can almost see the spiderweb forming. *dusting dusting* Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, okay. Quick updates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I'm still not a student yet. Nothing is final. Yet. So I don't really want to jinx anything by talking bout it you know. I hate it when that happens. And that happens to me a LOT. Like when i said Brazil would win, but they didn't. And then i said England would definitely win, but they didn't. And finally i said Netherlands would win for sure, and well.. I guess you know how that ended. So yea. Once everything is final, you all will probably know bout it. Somehow. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) My phone k.o-ed on me. So I downgraded from a nokia 5610 express music to a nokia 6300. =.= Sad right. So these days i'm a calling person not a texting person. Cause me no likey the buttons much. Haih. I want a new phone. Badly. A n97 mini preferably. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, so thats it i guess. Oh oh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) And my hair is longer now. Yeay. Finally! The only downside is my fringe grew with it so i'm contemplating whether to cut it short again. We'll see la how that goes. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last but&amp;nbsp;definitely not the least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) I miss my "gaying". Best of luck in your new uni life people!! :) *heart* you all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5027496300359857088-6406145226742395269?l=misssbread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/feeds/6406145226742395269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/2010/07/quick-updates.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5027496300359857088/posts/default/6406145226742395269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5027496300359857088/posts/default/6406145226742395269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/2010/07/quick-updates.html' title='Quick updates.'/><author><name>Bread</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs2Jsrsh1KI/S-73RdGCDwI/AAAAAAAAAZw/tWXQ2JBZAdQ/S220/www000+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5027496300359857088.post-4195588088808210717</id><published>2010-06-17T02:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T02:34:49.551+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LTYC'10</title><content type='html'>I had a recent change of scenery these last few days. It was.. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was like a gift from God. The escape from home i mean. I started out with that intention in mind. Then, getting to be around with some of my&amp;nbsp;favorite&amp;nbsp;people for 4 days straight. And not to mention, away from the least&amp;nbsp;favorable. It&amp;nbsp;was, refreshing. Plus getting to help out my former church group. Another bonus. :) Oh oh, and no work! wohoo~ Lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day 1.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started out okay. But ended up feeling like the longest day of all. When compared to the rest. We helped with the registration at SRK Stella Maris, the girls dorm. SM Lasalle was the boy's dorm. All together, LTYC had like round 230 participants. The ratio being 60-40, girls to boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than help carry stuff around, and serve food and drinks, most of the time we, the helpers, was just lazing around down stairs while the participants and everyone else was enjoying themselves in the sessions upstairs. Which the helpers wasn't allowed to join. That kind of depressing. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blazing heat didn't help the situation at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Day 2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With low expectation of fun in mind, the second day turned out better than expected. It was outreach day. We ended up having lots of stories to tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and mer, as the helpers and Glo as the leader. We visited the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hospital Likas children's ward&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; that day. Giving out goody bags. It was sad to hear their stories. Thalassemia, cancer, seizures, nerve problems and many more. Its sad cause they're all just so young. One baby, was 19 month old already but still looked like a newlyborn. Due to premature birth. Haih. Another story, me and mer made him smile the first time since he was admitted to the hospital. You could tell that he was still really weak from his half opened and droppy eyes, but he still smiled. He was so adorable.&amp;nbsp;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Day 3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was solo in a different group this time. With Scott and Melaud. The outreach destination today was at the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rumah Warga Tua Sri Pitchard, Kinarut&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pusat Pemulihan Penagih Narkotik (PUSPEN), Papar&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the rumah warga tua, we sang songs, interacted with the &amp;nbsp;folks in there and some of even bought the hand crafts they made. The money goes into the maintenance of the house itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PUSPEN. The place was kind of intimidating at first. The ex-druggies were all gathered at the hall. Screaming numbers (doing attendance check or 'master' as they call it). Scary la a bit. All of them, having that NS hair cut and wearing different bright colored shirts. Which I later learn, those shirts represent their stage in recovery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said, scary. But then, after hearing their sharing, their experience in life. The mood lighten up a bit. The&amp;nbsp;counselor&amp;nbsp;guy, Gerald, kept saying they were just lost soul. And now on the way to recovery. Not just trash of the earth that we all come to believe. Well, I wasn't entirely convince, cause they could alway relapse BUT okay. Atleast they're doing something bout it. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and fyi, they have prayer meeting like every single day. Every. Single. Day.@@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Day 4.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was solo again but this time with my group on the second day. Me and mer switched. Lol. Our last outreach destination was the &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;Green Connection, Likas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Heh. Not a rumah kebajikan or anything. But a mini aquarium-ish. Animals that are locals in Sabah. I know right, an aquarium? isn't this suppose to be an outreach? Well, apparently the camp's theme was "Made For Mission". And that includes animals too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long story short, i saw fishes, turtles, lizard, coral, and etc. I also held snakes, starfishes, sharks and something i forgot the name. Hehe. They also had a science dome. The dome was like a place filled with hundreds of science experiments. It was, fun. Some challenging but fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finished a little late than planned but still in time for lunch at Lasalle. And so we waited till all the others came back from their 'kampung' outreach experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward to later that evening, we had dinner and a closing concert back in Sacred Heart Hall. After helping them clean up a bit, with that, wraps up my first time ever 'helper' experience. And eventhough I went back in a darker shade of color and lots of bug bites. It was still.. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh. OM da G. I almost forgot. Guess who i meet in the camp.. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Teacher Surilla&lt;/span&gt;, the one and only. She actually remembered me. Ahah =.=" Apparently she's an aunt to a participant and wanted to visit her or something. Yea, she came twice on a 4 days long camp. I suspect she's living somewhere near there. Lol. Pity her niece. She talked to me a lot. More like asking questions bout the her niece and the camp la but still. Gosh. Terkazut me. Haih. anyway, thats it. Bye now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5027496300359857088-4195588088808210717?l=misssbread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/feeds/4195588088808210717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/2010/06/ltyc10.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5027496300359857088/posts/default/4195588088808210717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5027496300359857088/posts/default/4195588088808210717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/2010/06/ltyc10.html' title='LTYC&apos;10'/><author><name>Bread</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs2Jsrsh1KI/S-73RdGCDwI/AAAAAAAAAZw/tWXQ2JBZAdQ/S220/www000+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5027496300359857088.post-520944694409751581</id><published>2010-06-08T23:30:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T01:44:58.361+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wonder.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Blogging is a way to express yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Thats a joke.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Is it really true? That you can express yourself through blogging.. Food for thought, is it really you yourself that your blogging from, or the person that you want your friends to view you from.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Example, what if you really cant stand a person. Like hate-to-death kind of person. Like can't stand even breathing the same air as THAT person. And you really want to tell the whole world that you do. Spilling everything you imagine doing and saying to that person. But sadly, unable to act by it for some reason. And therefore you blog bout it. Out there, in the world wide web. For the whole world to see. And possibly THAT person. Could you do this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or would you rather get a hold of yourself. Forget this depressing matter and focus on the happy moments in life.(?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And say one of your friends did this. Wrote cruel and unimaginable words of hate in his/her blog. A side you've never seen before. Will you ever look at that person the same way again? I wonder.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5027496300359857088-520944694409751581?l=misssbread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/feeds/520944694409751581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-wonder_2578.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5027496300359857088/posts/default/520944694409751581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5027496300359857088/posts/default/520944694409751581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-wonder_2578.html' title='I wonder.'/><author><name>Bread</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs2Jsrsh1KI/S-73RdGCDwI/AAAAAAAAAZw/tWXQ2JBZAdQ/S220/www000+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5027496300359857088.post-4020652152612104179</id><published>2010-05-23T02:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T02:35:42.801+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reunion.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Note: A purely vain and short post. Just to keep my blog alive. Lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs2Jsrsh1KI/S_gjfjz4YpI/AAAAAAAAAao/VUy-khh80gI/s1600/32492_1419231873790_1022448855_1223186_8001651_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs2Jsrsh1KI/S_gjfjz4YpI/AAAAAAAAAao/VUy-khh80gI/s200/32492_1419231873790_1022448855_1223186_8001651_n.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Shisha at up2u. I look horrible in this picture but its the only one that had us all together. Seriously. I wasn't ready yet. But the guy just snapped away. =.= Cibz. Uh. Whatever. Anyway, welcome back mer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;More pictures in fb. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Wow, a post that has nothing to do with korean. Im in awe. Lol.&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/5027496300359857088-4020652152612104179?l=misssbread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/feeds/4020652152612104179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/2010/05/reunion.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5027496300359857088/posts/default/4020652152612104179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5027496300359857088/posts/default/4020652152612104179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/2010/05/reunion.html' title='Reunion.'/><author><name>Bread</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs2Jsrsh1KI/S-73RdGCDwI/AAAAAAAAAZw/tWXQ2JBZAdQ/S220/www000+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs2Jsrsh1KI/S_gjfjz4YpI/AAAAAAAAAao/VUy-khh80gI/s72-c/32492_1419231873790_1022448855_1223186_8001651_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5027496300359857088.post-4155943973697216182</id><published>2010-05-17T19:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T19:21:51.702+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Subs are out!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Thank the merciful Lord. And blessed thee to whom it may concern.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;LMAO.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;I know. I know. I'm being so dramatic. But yea. That was my reaction when i saw the subs for episode 9 and 10 being released this morning. (yeay!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs2Jsrsh1KI/S_EksPBrxXI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/jdFaHHi12Ug/s1600/2am_seulong_020110_a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs2Jsrsh1KI/S_EksPBrxXI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/jdFaHHi12Ug/s200/2am_seulong_020110_a.jpg" width="152" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But that was then. Now, 12 hours later, I'm like.. Once again, staring hungrily at the rest of the unreleased subs and their status.. 6 more episodes to go!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;What can I say, Lee Min Ho rocks my world. LOL. Well, currently lar. Ask me again in a month or two. We'll see if you get the same answer.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Oh oh, Son Ye Jin rocks too.&amp;nbsp;Oh, and not the forgetting the adorable Im Seul Ong. Yes, you definitely rock too. :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5027496300359857088-4155943973697216182?l=misssbread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/feeds/4155943973697216182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/2010/05/subs-are-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5027496300359857088/posts/default/4155943973697216182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5027496300359857088/posts/default/4155943973697216182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/2010/05/subs-are-out.html' title='Subs are out!'/><author><name>Bread</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs2Jsrsh1KI/S-73RdGCDwI/AAAAAAAAAZw/tWXQ2JBZAdQ/S220/www000+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs2Jsrsh1KI/S_EksPBrxXI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/jdFaHHi12Ug/s72-c/2am_seulong_020110_a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5027496300359857088.post-1765053472151005345</id><published>2010-05-16T04:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T04:30:43.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Subtitles.</title><content type='html'>Waiting for subtitles are annoying.&amp;nbsp;I'm going crazy here. I'm like checking the subtitle websites like every hour when i'm online now. And this habit has been going on for 2 days already. Wish I could just learn korean and japanese already. Gimmie the money and instruction to the classes and I swear i'l leave this second.&amp;nbsp;Atleast it would save me from all this bullshit waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better yet, give me doraemon so i can wish for some fancy translating device. Yes, thats how crazy I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;THIS&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; close to so-called "donate" just so i can have the subs already. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;THIS&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; close. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I. Am. Dying. Slowly. Here. Help. Meh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah! My raw videos look so lonely without their srt files. :'(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5027496300359857088-1765053472151005345?l=misssbread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/feeds/1765053472151005345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/2010/05/subtitles.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5027496300359857088/posts/default/1765053472151005345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5027496300359857088/posts/default/1765053472151005345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/2010/05/subtitles.html' title='Subtitles.'/><author><name>Bread</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs2Jsrsh1KI/S-73RdGCDwI/AAAAAAAAAZw/tWXQ2JBZAdQ/S220/www000+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5027496300359857088.post-3903554179004312630</id><published>2010-05-16T02:45:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T03:52:40.411+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Personal Taste.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs2Jsrsh1KI/S-7qsWzYKvI/AAAAAAAAAZo/SWe9Y7lu6-Y/s1600/personal-taste.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs2Jsrsh1KI/S-7qsWzYKvI/AAAAAAAAAZo/SWe9Y7lu6-Y/s640/personal-taste.jpg" width="168" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Okay, I admit. I'm too lazy to update these days. Its not that i'm &lt;i&gt;that&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;busy or something but its more like i've got nothing to say. And also the fact that i'm lazy to type that i got nothing to say. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again i find myself being overly obsessed with a fiction character. Yes, thank Lee Min Ho for being a hottie. And the Personal Taste's, Jin Ho character for making him look so kid-like adorable and mature at the same time. Sigh. He wasn't that&amp;nbsp;irresistible&amp;nbsp;in BOF. Well, to me lar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why oh why couldn't I start watching it when the full series was already out i don't know. One week to go and the wait is already killing me slowly. Again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and the girl here is pretty too. Son Ye Jin from summer scent that. They look cute together. Despite being 5 years older than min ho-shi. Come on, it's not the girls fault that min ho-shi was born later than her. So be gone haters. I know you're just hating cause it ain't you&amp;nbsp;snuggling&amp;nbsp;on the white bed with him. (i know i am) Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh, did i mention that cute 2AM guy is also staring a minor role in this drama. That Im Seul Ong person. He was&amp;nbsp;hilarious&amp;nbsp;in the Abracadabra parody. And apparently in this drama too. Being a love-struck boy/gay lover?&amp;nbsp;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm posting this for the sake of posting something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plastic surgery or no, Lee Min Ho is just too hot to be non-fiction. Yes. There. I've said it. Now be gone personal taste's ost in my head. Go away. Why wont you go away? :'(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5027496300359857088-3903554179004312630?l=misssbread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/feeds/3903554179004312630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/2010/05/lee-min-ho.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5027496300359857088/posts/default/3903554179004312630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5027496300359857088/posts/default/3903554179004312630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/2010/05/lee-min-ho.html' title='Personal Taste.'/><author><name>Bread</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs2Jsrsh1KI/S-73RdGCDwI/AAAAAAAAAZw/tWXQ2JBZAdQ/S220/www000+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs2Jsrsh1KI/S-7qsWzYKvI/AAAAAAAAAZo/SWe9Y7lu6-Y/s72-c/personal-taste.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5027496300359857088.post-1979458448503729451</id><published>2010-05-05T01:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T01:53:07.614+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pretty boys &amp; girls.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm bored. From now on, i'm gonna start stalking a new korean show. But a slight change than the usual genre. Not drama or movie.. but.. wait for it.. a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;variety show&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;this time. :))&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes, I know. I know. I memang have nothing better to do. So sue me:))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm so excited! But at the same time, I'm dying. :'(&amp;nbsp;The show only airs once a week. No luck on finding its torrent or even stream online. Well, as expected for a new show.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh gawd. Just kill me now. Curse me for&amp;nbsp;accidentally changing the channel to animax. Curse me for having a soft spot for anything korean. Curse me for having stayed at that channel for too long. Long enough for me to fall in love. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Curses&lt;/span&gt;! LMAO.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know. I know. I'm so lame.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs2Jsrsh1KI/S-BYvpcQZHI/AAAAAAAAAZg/HBDKW8-IyjY/s1600/pb%26gvshow.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs2Jsrsh1KI/S-BYvpcQZHI/AAAAAAAAAZg/HBDKW8-IyjY/s320/pb%26gvshow.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pretty boys &amp;amp; girls variety show.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just finished watching its 1st epi not too long ago. Lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5027496300359857088-1979458448503729451?l=misssbread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/feeds/1979458448503729451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/2010/05/pretty-boys-girls.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5027496300359857088/posts/default/1979458448503729451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5027496300359857088/posts/default/1979458448503729451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/2010/05/pretty-boys-girls.html' title='Pretty boys &amp; girls.'/><author><name>Bread</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs2Jsrsh1KI/S-73RdGCDwI/AAAAAAAAAZw/tWXQ2JBZAdQ/S220/www000+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs2Jsrsh1KI/S-BYvpcQZHI/AAAAAAAAAZg/HBDKW8-IyjY/s72-c/pb%26gvshow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5027496300359857088.post-7772316641753066399</id><published>2010-05-02T10:33:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T13:38:40.174+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A place called Here by Cecelia Ahern.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs2Jsrsh1KI/S9zlKvAiSFI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/Cd8QiDjLo40/s1600/www012.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs2Jsrsh1KI/S9zlKvAiSFI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/Cd8QiDjLo40/s200/www012.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Out of the blue, my aunt gave me a book. Literally. It was so random. Not for a belated birthday or christmas or anything. Not even a used book, but a book that she clearly just bought and still had the price tag on. Lol. It was soo new-looking, that I even thought twice before reading it, or even opening the book. It was soo freaking new looking. She simply said that she was just fulfilling her promise(one that i obviously do not remember) of getting me a book. Just like that. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was real nice of her actually. Apart from school books, this is the 1st 'new' novel thats actually belonged to me. Pathetic, I know. But I'm not the kind of person that would splurge on books. I usually just borrowed them. Reading the second-hands or e-book. Clothes, yes. Food, yes. But book, haha, maybe one day when I suddenly hit the lottery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I just finished it last night. The book was about finding the lost and being lost. It revolved around a girl's life, Sandy Shortt, with her obsession of finding lost items after her childhood rival suddenly went missing. As she grew up, she fed her obsession more by running her own missing person agency. Then, discovering a place called 'Here', where everything lost goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I didn't get it at 1st either. But, it turned out nice. It had a like of a love story, mystery and also had a warm ending to it. I almost cried, almost. But i didn't. I didn't want the book to end. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks again aunty. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5027496300359857088-7772316641753066399?l=misssbread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/feeds/7772316641753066399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/2010/05/place-called-here.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5027496300359857088/posts/default/7772316641753066399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5027496300359857088/posts/default/7772316641753066399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/2010/05/place-called-here.html' title='A place called Here by Cecelia Ahern.'/><author><name>Bread</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs2Jsrsh1KI/S-73RdGCDwI/AAAAAAAAAZw/tWXQ2JBZAdQ/S220/www000+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs2Jsrsh1KI/S9zlKvAiSFI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/Cd8QiDjLo40/s72-c/www012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5027496300359857088.post-1411659787137377871</id><published>2010-04-25T10:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T16:41:51.039+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I ♥ weekends.</title><content type='html'>Did I ever mention I love the weekends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE THE WEEKENDS!&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #555555; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Why? Cause its awesome! Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Further explanation is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. no day and night schedule.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. don't have to wake up at 7am in the morning to open the shop.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. no real need for fake smiles. Esp for customers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. sleep all day, play all night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and among other things. :3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gawd. Recently, its been tooo boring that even blogging felt like a routine. So, instead i tried playing &lt;a href="http://omegle.com/"&gt;omegle&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;for a while. I heard about it from fb. Man that was.. interesting. Not one conversation was.. boring. But yea, a racist website. Not much to say. You try give it a go. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Crap.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorows monday.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;NOOOoooooooooo..&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/5027496300359857088-1411659787137377871?l=misssbread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/feeds/1411659787137377871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-weekends.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5027496300359857088/posts/default/1411659787137377871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5027496300359857088/posts/default/1411659787137377871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-weekends.html' title='I ♥ weekends.'/><author><name>Bread</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs2Jsrsh1KI/S-73RdGCDwI/AAAAAAAAAZw/tWXQ2JBZAdQ/S220/www000+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5027496300359857088.post-5387249919862575493</id><published>2010-03-27T23:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T00:52:17.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>License business part 2.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tehee~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I survived.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Muahahahahahahahahaha~&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm so proud of myself!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bwahahahahahaha~&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bangga kunun.. I know i'm so (=.=") right now but I cant help it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hahahahahahahahahahaha~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Soooo.. Now that I know I remembered how to do this shit, I wanna finish it asap please. I mean, I wasn't perfect. Wasn't as smooth as I used to be(if i ever was smooth to begin with). But atleast I didn't hit any poles or try to run over anyone. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No more delays woman. Yes, I'm talking to you Brenda. LOL. Seriously, get it over with already. This thing is getting too old. Seriously!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs2Jsrsh1KI/S643r3-J3fI/AAAAAAAAAZA/xDOM333FREg/s1600/procrastination1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs2Jsrsh1KI/S643r3-J3fI/AAAAAAAAAZA/xDOM333FREg/s320/procrastination1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Wow.. the person who made this was definitely a pro in procrastination. LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5027496300359857088-5387249919862575493?l=misssbread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/feeds/5387249919862575493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/2010/03/license-business-part-2.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5027496300359857088/posts/default/5387249919862575493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5027496300359857088/posts/default/5387249919862575493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/2010/03/license-business-part-2.html' title='License business part 2.'/><author><name>Bread</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs2Jsrsh1KI/S-73RdGCDwI/AAAAAAAAAZw/tWXQ2JBZAdQ/S220/www000+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs2Jsrsh1KI/S643r3-J3fI/AAAAAAAAAZA/xDOM333FREg/s72-c/procrastination1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5027496300359857088.post-4474045820713274379</id><published>2010-03-27T14:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T15:08:53.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>License business.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now the time is 2.14pm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;T__T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have my first driving lesson of the year at 3pm today. Osh me gosh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just renewed my L soo needless to say.. I'm finally out of excuses to delay.&lt;br /&gt;Crap man. :'( &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gaaahhhh~~&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Can I just.. NOT take my license?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No! You must bren!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;T___________T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5027496300359857088-4474045820713274379?l=misssbread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/feeds/4474045820713274379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/2010/03/license-business.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5027496300359857088/posts/default/4474045820713274379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5027496300359857088/posts/default/4474045820713274379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/2010/03/license-business.html' title='License business.'/><author><name>Bread</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs2Jsrsh1KI/S-73RdGCDwI/AAAAAAAAAZw/tWXQ2JBZAdQ/S220/www000+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5027496300359857088.post-8777246563525589513</id><published>2010-03-26T22:29:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T02:57:28.737+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bro's birthday and Crocs.</title><content type='html'>Here I go, I shall attempt to&amp;nbsp;squeeze&amp;nbsp;2 post in 1. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*clear&amp;nbsp;throat*&lt;br /&gt;A lot of things happened recently. Things like, my brother, vera and chiang2's random visit home to Sabah from KL.. Coincidently, during that time period, it just happened to be my bro's birthday. Soo~ with that said and being the huge loving family we are. (=.=") We threw a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;surprise birthday party&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for my bro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to think of it.. Did he planned to celebrate his birthday here? Yea.. kan.. Maybe. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finished late. As I predicted. Or early. Depends on how you see it. 4am. Yes. That was the first time other than new years and christmas that we ended that late. My bro seriously k.o-ed that night. It was too funny. I really should've took a pic of him drunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Happy 22nd b'day ma bro~ xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs2Jsrsh1KI/S6y8jMmw3VI/AAAAAAAAAXw/ipivtzR6i98/s1600/Pic007.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs2Jsrsh1KI/S6y8jMmw3VI/AAAAAAAAAXw/ipivtzR6i98/s320/Pic007.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Candid of 21 March 2010 :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffd966;"&gt;Next up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Our little visit to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;The Crocodile Farm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs2Jsrsh1KI/S6zBdKzbJUI/AAAAAAAAAYA/qDwbL1EVUjA/s1600/Pic018.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs2Jsrsh1KI/S6zBdKzbJUI/AAAAAAAAAYA/qDwbL1EVUjA/s320/Pic018.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;BUT we didn't go thaat far. Just a few kilometers from my house. I don't know if its an official farm though. Its a small err.. like a ranch.. with no actual walking path, just dirt roads.. theres 2 main lakes. And also a bunch of small cages. Each with its own little pools and lots of baby crocs. Fyi, the farm is currently home to 15 000 crocs so far. Including the baby-crocs.&lt;/div&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/_Cs2Jsrsh1KI/S6zB4iZ7skI/AAAAAAAAAYI/1aGq0J_itj0/s1600/Pic021.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs2Jsrsh1KI/S6zB4iZ7skI/AAAAAAAAAYI/1aGq0J_itj0/s320/Pic021.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Lake number 1! The one with the medium sized crocs. All of them were apparently doing some sunbathing. It was a funny sight. Seeing that they were also yellow and green colored. Not the brown and dark green I was expecting.&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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs2Jsrsh1KI/S6zCz-L6yxI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/-gW9NG5uR4k/s1600/Pic023.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs2Jsrsh1KI/S6zCz-L6yxI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/-gW9NG5uR4k/s320/Pic023.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This croc is eye-ing me. Or just posing for the camera. I'm not sure. Lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;We saw one that was both&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;pregnant&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;and almost&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;6 meters long.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Dude.&amp;nbsp;I wanted to take a picture but its cage was directly under us and we could only see it through the cracks on the floorboard.&amp;nbsp;So unless I risk it and stick my hand in that little crack, there ain't gonna be a picture. So no picture. :(&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs2Jsrsh1KI/S6zEXmh1C8I/AAAAAAAAAYw/od0Jen6izKM/s1600/Pic036.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs2Jsrsh1KI/S6zEXmh1C8I/AAAAAAAAAYw/od0Jen6izKM/s320/Pic036.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I took this pic directly above the crocs. I was like literally just 7 or 8 feet above them.&amp;nbsp;I was scared shitless, the whole time praying that my phone wouldn't fall out of my hands. But I still wanted to take the picture. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs2Jsrsh1KI/S6zDIQ6SN2I/AAAAAAAAAYY/1tEmJO52VhE/s1600/Pic029.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs2Jsrsh1KI/S6zDIQ6SN2I/AAAAAAAAAYY/1tEmJO52VhE/s320/Pic029.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This is one of the many pics I took of the 30 or so small cages with baby crocs. See those golden dots in the picture, yea.. not camera problems. Those are baby crocs eyes. A whole lot of them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Gawd, I hate the sound when the crocs move on the cement. Kinda like a screeching sound when nails scratch the chalkboard. But difference is, its a lot more dangerous. Made me jump once because of it. &amp;nbsp;:/&lt;/div&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/_Cs2Jsrsh1KI/S6zZfLlD3uI/AAAAAAAAAY4/pAjHxQlrKf0/s1600/Pic034.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs2Jsrsh1KI/S6zZfLlD3uI/AAAAAAAAAY4/pAjHxQlrKf0/s320/Pic034.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Bonzai! yea.. This is another thing that plenty in that farm.&amp;nbsp;Seriously, I thought these plants were expensive..&amp;nbsp;But over there, they were scattered everywhere along the sides of the dirt roads. Left and right. All mixed up with the cheaper plants. No insult to the cheaper plant that is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;I just almost didn't realize it was there. At first I thought it was some retarded dead flower plant. Cause of its small size and non-existent flowers. Haha.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs2Jsrsh1KI/S6zDZWb4RUI/AAAAAAAAAYg/9VFEzEh1-ts/s1600/Pic028.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs2Jsrsh1KI/S6zDZWb4RUI/AAAAAAAAAYg/9VFEzEh1-ts/s320/Pic028.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This is just quarter of the gang. Everyone else was either walking too fast or too slow. Or was that me? Hmm. So I didn't bother..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;From the left is Jason, Vera (sis-in-law) with chiang2 on her shoulders, Olwen and aunty Anita :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5027496300359857088-8777246563525589513?l=misssbread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/feeds/8777246563525589513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/2010/03/wah-bangas-od-my-blog-i-lama-dont.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5027496300359857088/posts/default/8777246563525589513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5027496300359857088/posts/default/8777246563525589513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/2010/03/wah-bangas-od-my-blog-i-lama-dont.html' title='Bro&apos;s birthday and Crocs.'/><author><name>Bread</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs2Jsrsh1KI/S-73RdGCDwI/AAAAAAAAAZw/tWXQ2JBZAdQ/S220/www000+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs2Jsrsh1KI/S6y8jMmw3VI/AAAAAAAAAXw/ipivtzR6i98/s72-c/Pic007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5027496300359857088.post-725178091594449481</id><published>2010-03-14T02:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T02:21:27.414+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alice in Wonderland.</title><content type='html'>Went to the movies with Jess and Deb just now. And Dunstan. And his friends. But thats beside the point.&amp;nbsp;From the tittle, you know what we watched..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I must say, I never liked Alice in Wonderland. Not the movie. Not the book. Not anything. I watched the cartoon &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;once&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; and I find it really annoying at how everything is so ridiculously not logic. I especially hate the mad hatter part. He was soo bloody annoying in the cartoon version. With the constant tea party and all. Gawd.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs2Jsrsh1KI/S5vOE9LXwtI/AAAAAAAAAXo/BQ6sCvVpig0/s1600-h/alice-in-wonderland-image1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs2Jsrsh1KI/S5vOE9LXwtI/AAAAAAAAAXo/BQ6sCvVpig0/s320/alice-in-wonderland-image1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But anyways, I never really get whats the point of that cartoon. But trust Tim Burton to make even the most annoying cartoon ever(in my book lar) damn entertaining. The recent movie had a few twist to the it so it made Alice's previous little joy ride when she was younger, a little more sense now that she's all grown up. The attention to the details was amazing. I mean come on.. New improvements, like chess pieces that makes up the white castle and the solders? We found out what happened to all the heads the red queen chops off.. And even the cheshire cat's smile was freakishly scary.. Everything was exactly like the cartoon, only better! Tim Burton sure is a gifted man. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs2Jsrsh1KI/S5vOCTBB_QI/AAAAAAAAAXg/-_UfSN0jzgM/s1600-h/Alice-in-Wonderland-2010-johnny-depp-tim-burton-films-7377478-2002-853.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs2Jsrsh1KI/S5vOCTBB_QI/AAAAAAAAAXg/-_UfSN0jzgM/s320/Alice-in-Wonderland-2010-johnny-depp-tim-burton-films-7377478-2002-853.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The cast includes some of my favorite familiar faces such as Anne Hathaway, Johnny Depp, and Helena Bonham Carter(the ms. Lovett from Sweeney Todd) really made the movie nicer. Mia Wasikowska as the female lead wasn't that bad either. So all in all, It was a really really nice movie. I enjoyed it. So you should watched it. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5027496300359857088-725178091594449481?l=misssbread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/feeds/725178091594449481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/2010/03/alice-in-wonderland.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5027496300359857088/posts/default/725178091594449481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5027496300359857088/posts/default/725178091594449481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/2010/03/alice-in-wonderland.html' title='Alice in Wonderland.'/><author><name>Bread</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs2Jsrsh1KI/S-73RdGCDwI/AAAAAAAAAZw/tWXQ2JBZAdQ/S220/www000+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs2Jsrsh1KI/S5vOE9LXwtI/AAAAAAAAAXo/BQ6sCvVpig0/s72-c/alice-in-wonderland-image1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5027496300359857088.post-2051316854928655659</id><published>2010-03-10T23:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T02:53:48.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shaggy's near death experience.</title><content type='html'>My dog nearly died today. Nearly. But didn't. Thank God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gave me the shock of my life this morning. I'm not a morning person. Anyone who knows me, knows that. So there I was in one of my worse mood i can have in a day, suddenly being told by my maid that some crazy good for nothing loco was speeding and did a hit and run on my dog. My maid apparently witnessed it all. :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dude! It wasn't even at night. It was like round 6 to 7am. AM. Night I understand. But MORNING? Jeez~ Morning blindness much? And not to mention RUDE. My dog&amp;nbsp;squealed&amp;nbsp;for help after that, but the car didn't stop at all. Chibai punya guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not my dog's fault that you're late! Kesian shaggy :'( He got bruised head and scraped his 2 behind legs. But all in all, he'll be alright i guess. Thank God.&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/_Cs2Jsrsh1KI/S5exfHxL2jI/AAAAAAAAAXY/wpVVWt4djx0/s1600-h/Pic002.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs2Jsrsh1KI/S5exfHxL2jI/AAAAAAAAAXY/wpVVWt4djx0/s320/Pic002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs2Jsrsh1KI/S5euhE8zznI/AAAAAAAAAXI/tD700p1FiNE/s1600-h/Pic001+-+Copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs2Jsrsh1KI/S5euhE8zznI/AAAAAAAAAXI/tD700p1FiNE/s320/Pic001+-+Copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Shaggy dog with my lil twin bros.&amp;nbsp;They're faking sleepin' so they won't have to pose for the picture.. =.="&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs2Jsrsh1KI/S5eu4Uq1moI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/F8rpEa0V_Uk/s1600-h/Pic005.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs2Jsrsh1KI/S5eu4Uq1moI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/F8rpEa0V_Uk/s320/Pic005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Manage to 'make' of them to pose. He don't look forced right. 'Made' him do that too. Lol.&amp;nbsp;This is Carlvin btw, the older one. So now you can imagine how the other one looks like now.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So anyway, Shaggy's accident made my day. Pissed me off a little, but atleast made me&amp;nbsp;realize&amp;nbsp;how I'll miss him if he's gone.&lt;br /&gt;n&lt;br /&gt;*he's my mum's favorite dog. So imma die if he dies.*&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/5027496300359857088-2051316854928655659?l=misssbread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/feeds/2051316854928655659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/2010/03/shaggys-near-death-experience.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5027496300359857088/posts/default/2051316854928655659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5027496300359857088/posts/default/2051316854928655659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/2010/03/shaggys-near-death-experience.html' title='Shaggy&apos;s near death experience.'/><author><name>Bread</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs2Jsrsh1KI/S-73RdGCDwI/AAAAAAAAAZw/tWXQ2JBZAdQ/S220/www000+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs2Jsrsh1KI/S5exfHxL2jI/AAAAAAAAAXY/wpVVWt4djx0/s72-c/Pic002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5027496300359857088.post-6605550473170128447</id><published>2010-03-03T19:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T03:00:34.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving on.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Harlow~ How are you today? I'm fine tq. :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can face people now. It still hurts when I think about it. It'll be forever known as my LOWEST low point of my life. So far. You know, the one thats engraved at the back of your mind. Never once letting you forget how small, dumb, and insignificant you are in this huge world that is full of fucking retarded geniuses that cant help but brag in your face every single day.. But..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But I'm moving forward. I wanna do something about it. All I know is, I don't wanna disappoint my parents again. I think they had enough of that already. Don't you think so? They don't say it. But its obviously true. I mean I would be if I were them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, first off,&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;I need to get my priority straight&lt;/span&gt;. Determine what to do with the rest of my life. I need a goal to strive for. Answer questions confidently. Like what course am I going to take, which university do I want to attend to. Is this really what I want to do for the rest of my life.. Crap like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Secondly, I'm gonna do a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;recheck on some of my exam papers&lt;/span&gt;. Waste money I know. But I really don't think I deserved such a low mark. But we'll see. Maybe have to retake a paper. I really don't want to. But again, we'll see..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thirdly, I'm gonna stop this mopping around and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;take up some hobbies&lt;/span&gt; to occupy my time with. Along the way, maybe, try to revert myself out of this depressing state. I don't know what yet. But I'm determined to find one. :)&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="font-size: x-large;"&gt;In other news&lt;/span&gt;, I really should get this license thing over with already. My mum's been bugging me a lot about it lately. Probably cause she wants me to be my lil sibling's driver. =.=" I'm up to L level now. Just need to get the exam done but. My last lesson was last year, round Sept I think. Er, I'm afraid i'm a lil out of touch. :/&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Right now, I can't handle another failure in my life. So. haih~ I really have to excel atleast in this right? Right! I'll do it. I will do it! Soon!-ish...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/5027496300359857088-6605550473170128447?l=misssbread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/feeds/6605550473170128447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/2010/03/moving-on.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5027496300359857088/posts/default/6605550473170128447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5027496300359857088/posts/default/6605550473170128447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/2010/03/moving-on.html' title='Moving on.'/><author><name>Bread</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs2Jsrsh1KI/S-73RdGCDwI/AAAAAAAAAZw/tWXQ2JBZAdQ/S220/www000+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5027496300359857088.post-1541634853111535284</id><published>2010-02-28T02:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T03:21:29.751+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting better.</title><content type='html'>Today was better. I still didn't cry or anything. But it was better than yesterday. I've decided thats how I'm gonna see things now. Just concentrate on tomorrow. Tomorrow will be better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the day to myself. My dad took care of the shop today, so I didn't have to work. Which was nice. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And good timing too. I didn't want to be around when my relatives comes to visit and realize that our result was out. And the fact that I haven't told them mine. =.= I just don't want to. It's as simple as that. I think it's bad enough that the people who needs to know knows. And I'm just tired of telling and explaining to them that I'm gonna be allright when I'm not at the moment.&amp;nbsp;Well, wasn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said. Today was better. It doesn't hurt as much.. Probably cause I made sure myself was occupied for the entire day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched 3 back-to-back movies that I just downloaded (Legion, Rachel getting married &amp;amp; The Tooth Fairy), finished reading the last part of the 7th eBook I've read so far, stuffed my face with food the entire day and decided to learn a bit about blog codec, just enough to edit my blog from a 2-column into a 3-column template. It was fun :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT, lady luck wasn't by my side when evening came. I forgot my close cousin was having her 7th birthday party today. One of which also happened to be my neighbor. AND my mum's friends were visiting our house today. Either way, I'm gonna end up questioned by someone about my result. It was so annoyingly unavoidable. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in the end, I was backed up into a corner on both accounts. Literally on one of them. But somehow, I managed to twist and turn my words so they wouldn't know if it was joking or not. If I wasn't that depressed, it was actually a funny scene. Watching them get frustrated by my answers. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm just saying.. Today was better. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5027496300359857088-1541634853111535284?l=misssbread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/feeds/1541634853111535284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/2010/02/getting-better.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5027496300359857088/posts/default/1541634853111535284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5027496300359857088/posts/default/1541634853111535284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/2010/02/getting-better.html' title='Getting better.'/><author><name>Bread</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs2Jsrsh1KI/S-73RdGCDwI/AAAAAAAAAZw/tWXQ2JBZAdQ/S220/www000+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5027496300359857088.post-4592541414948287331</id><published>2010-02-27T00:37:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T00:48:26.022+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Depressed.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Its been 2 full day from THE day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;I can't stand it. I'm really depressed. I've never felt so low. So self-loathing that I've never thought possible. And I have felt a taste of self-loathing before.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;I can't stand smiling and making polite conversation to people. It hurts. So when I'm rude to you, THAT is obviously in what I'm thinking about. The only times I do seem to be in a positive mood is when I forget what happened.&amp;nbsp;But unfortunately, sooner or later, that few happy moments of ignorant bliss will end and the depression will take back it's place.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;I'm tired. It hurts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Of all the things I regret doing in this life time.. And I do regret a lot. This is easily one of the top few. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;That I should have done more than I did, cause I knew I could, but apparently I didn't. And now I have to live with it.&lt;/span&gt; Great.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Wow, so this is what depression feels like. Now I understand why those people wants to commit suicide. It feels like your insides just hurt soo bad that nothing else matter anymore. You just want everything to end. Not that I'm gonna btw. I care for my family too much to let that happen. But most of the day, I just feel like slamming my head on the wall is all. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Gawd, I'm even too depressed to curse or even shed a tear to make me feel better. Now that is depressing. It really hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.toothpastefordinner.com/071806/chronically-depressed-meat.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="207" src="http://www.toothpastefordinner.com/071806/chronically-depressed-meat.gif" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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/5027496300359857088-4592541414948287331?l=misssbread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/feeds/4592541414948287331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/2010/02/depressed.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5027496300359857088/posts/default/4592541414948287331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5027496300359857088/posts/default/4592541414948287331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/2010/02/depressed.html' title='Depressed.'/><author><name>Bread</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs2Jsrsh1KI/S-73RdGCDwI/AAAAAAAAAZw/tWXQ2JBZAdQ/S220/www000+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5027496300359857088.post-3801915527291836915</id><published>2010-02-25T20:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T20:15:06.379+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stpm result.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As expected,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I got really really really really really BAD.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Words can't describe how bad is it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm gonna go jump off a cliff now.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bye~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5027496300359857088-3801915527291836915?l=misssbread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/feeds/3801915527291836915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/2010/02/stpm-result.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5027496300359857088/posts/default/3801915527291836915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5027496300359857088/posts/default/3801915527291836915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/2010/02/stpm-result.html' title='Stpm result.'/><author><name>Bread</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs2Jsrsh1KI/S-73RdGCDwI/AAAAAAAAAZw/tWXQ2JBZAdQ/S220/www000+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5027496300359857088.post-7684894140200271822</id><published>2010-02-20T12:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T12:44:40.142+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unwanted sms.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I&amp;nbsp;received&amp;nbsp;an unwanted sms today. From Mural.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh my gawd..&lt;br /&gt;Please let me read it wrong..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Please let me hear it wrong..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Please let it not be true..&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="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Stpm result day : 25 Feb 2010&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Noooooooooooooooooooooooo!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;Oh dear gawd.&amp;nbsp;It's finally happening. Stpm result day. And so soon for that matter. This month! Next week! Crap! But I shouldn't have been so caught off guard. It was just as the officer-guy from the university convention held at Suria Sabah the other day said it would be. And right on the dot too. Exactly 25th he mentioned. But still....&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;I have a feeling my result will turn out bad. No. Horrible. No. Catastrophic. And thats not me&amp;nbsp;exaggerating. I really have little faith at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;I wished that I did. But none..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've been dreading this day to come.&amp;nbsp;I pray to god I had a little or atleast some faith in me and my result.&amp;nbsp;But I fear, all faith has abandon this sinking ship as soon as I stepped out of the examination room. Leaving all my hopes. All the "whys" and "if only" that was annoying me to death. The regrets that was killing me slowly. Everything.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Someone give me a time machine!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I HAVE to turn back the clock!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just have to!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;T_T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SHUT UP Bren!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Stop whining!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Suck it up!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You brought this upon yourself.. So you'd might as well face the&amp;nbsp;consequence!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh yea~ I'm definitely losing it...&lt;br /&gt;T_T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5027496300359857088-7684894140200271822?l=misssbread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/feeds/7684894140200271822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/2010/02/unwanted-sms.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5027496300359857088/posts/default/7684894140200271822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5027496300359857088/posts/default/7684894140200271822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/2010/02/unwanted-sms.html' title='Unwanted sms.'/><author><name>Bread</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs2Jsrsh1KI/S-73RdGCDwI/AAAAAAAAAZw/tWXQ2JBZAdQ/S220/www000+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5027496300359857088.post-4374254238604168749</id><published>2010-02-19T01:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T02:04:35.821+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reading again.</title><content type='html'>From all the over whelming collection of dramas I've download and obtained from generous people around me, I haven't had the time to do anything else but watch them like crazy.. I've turned into a real torrent downloader addict cause' after one torrent is done, I won't sit still if there isn't another one on the way. =.="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to stop. My lappy needs to be shut down. If not, I'll go crazy to have my&amp;nbsp;precious&amp;nbsp;lappy break down on me again. So far no virus. Yet. It's already bad enough that it needs servicing now that the wireless thing-a-ma-jig is broken. I can't connect to the internet without the use of some cables. The annoyance didn't stop there. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so annoying that I have to be in the living/tv room to enjoy using the internet. The tv was almost always on and at a loud volume too. No matter how many times i lower it, it always manage to find its way back. It's so freakin' annoying. Its bad enough that I had to share the line with my dear sis that recently learnt how to download things. Learnt from me much added to my annoyance. Which made the line so slow. Now this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* It can't be helped really. I can't be selfish as to stop her from downloading. I'm not that mean of a big sis. And the modem is placed just beside the Astro decoder and next to that was the tv itself. The short cable that the phone company supplied me with wasn't helping the situation at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, to have missed a day without internet in my life.. Not going to happen. Lol. I like to think that I'm not THAT addicted to the internet. But, it just so it happens to be one of my favorite past time. Why? you wonder.. Well, there is the fact that I have a ton of time sensitive game that needs to be attended to (thank you fb for getting me hooked :/) and the millions of torrent that needs to downloaded. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only recently have I acquired such constant&amp;nbsp;privilege&amp;nbsp;of internet for my usage. And I would be an idiot to not take advantage of it. Right? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But... As happy as I am to leave things as there are right now... Truth be told. I'm feeling dumber by the moment. Not since Stpm finished that I last held or even read a book other than moving them to a side to allow some space for my other crap. Seriously. How sad is that. I'm beginning to understand why those up-tight mums don't allow their young ones to watch the tv or play computer games for the fear that it'll&amp;nbsp;rot&amp;nbsp;their brain. It really does. Well, not rot literally. Just.. It kinda feels like my brain cell is dying one by one..slowly..being denied from its full usage and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soooo.... As a temporary solution I've decided to take up reading again. (Lets see how long this ones going to last. Long I hope.) Since I don't have the money or even the time to go out and buy them myself, I've resorted to downloading them. E-books now. To be reading back some of my favorite novels feels a little&amp;nbsp;reminiscing. Oh, the conversation I had about them&amp;nbsp;with the friends that introduced me to them.. It brings back oh so many sweet memories..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made me&amp;nbsp;realize&amp;nbsp;how I missed my convent days. The freedom from the company of just us girls. I wonder how all of them are doing now... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5027496300359857088-4374254238604168749?l=misssbread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/feeds/4374254238604168749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/2010/02/reading-again.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5027496300359857088/posts/default/4374254238604168749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5027496300359857088/posts/default/4374254238604168749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/2010/02/reading-again.html' title='Reading again.'/><author><name>Bread</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs2Jsrsh1KI/S-73RdGCDwI/AAAAAAAAAZw/tWXQ2JBZAdQ/S220/www000+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5027496300359857088.post-8377832117503425249</id><published>2010-02-15T11:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T11:42:04.329+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My "awesome" V n CNY day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So~ How did you guys spend the day yesterday?? Wait, let me guess.. Lots of fireworks. Stuffed yourself with chocolates. Or better yet.. Pork? Come on don't lie. Hehehe..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I for one wasn't that into the holiday spirit yesterday. So obviously I did everything that conflicts with the day's celebration. Instead of dressing up in red, going out and collecting red packets of sunshine.. I stayed home half the day to do some one on one time with my lappy. Drama drama drama.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But that didn't last long cause of the war zone outside. So, i gave up on that and decided to tag along my little twin bros.&amp;nbsp;By this time it was just a little passed 3pm and the fireworks only got a lot worse at night. =.=&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We went to the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;Penampang stadium.&lt;/span&gt; Yes, you heard me.. :) When have you ever known me to go to a stadium unless forced. @@ But&amp;nbsp;I figure the fresh air would do me some good. And I'm glad I did.&amp;nbsp;My little twin bros apparently have some track event next saturday. So they did a little track running, long jump and a little football. I joined in a bit. So I ended up getting a healthy for CNY and V day. LOL. Thats good. Atleast something useful came out of this day.&amp;nbsp;xD. So anyway...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Gong Xi Fa Cai..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;AngPau na lai.. please..?&amp;nbsp;LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Wish all of you, friends and families, plenty of good luck and good fortune to last you the New Year :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;and not&amp;nbsp;forgetting,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Happy Valentine's day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Lots of love, hugs n kisses to all my loved one..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;You know who you are. *wink2* harharhar..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/5027496300359857088-8377832117503425249?l=misssbread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/feeds/8377832117503425249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-awesome-v-n-cny-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5027496300359857088/posts/default/8377832117503425249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5027496300359857088/posts/default/8377832117503425249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-awesome-v-n-cny-day.html' title='My &quot;awesome&quot; V n CNY day.'/><author><name>Bread</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs2Jsrsh1KI/S-73RdGCDwI/AAAAAAAAAZw/tWXQ2JBZAdQ/S220/www000+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5027496300359857088.post-5571766627389588299</id><published>2010-02-06T19:21:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T19:33:50.621+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Supernatural fan.</title><content type='html'>So. Okay. I've been so engrossed in watching a certain tv series that I've been too lazy to update my blog. I admit it okay. I can't think of anything else to say other than this addiction of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never been a Supernatural fan okay. Never. Heck, I used to loath watching those horror-slasher anything related to&amp;nbsp;gory bloody killing scenes kind of movies. And I still do but. Recently, if there ain't none of that in a movie, then odds are, I'm gonna change the channel. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I started watching Supernatural and True blood a few weeks ago~ I can't get enough of it.. I do still flinch and close my eyes&amp;nbsp;occasionally, but I still actually do want to watch it. Mostly, I'm hooked on Supernatural right now. I started watching from season 3 cause thats all I have at the moment, season 3 to season 5..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, I find Dean's character just so adorable. (Note: just the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;character&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;that i like.. not the real dude okay.) Especially that sarcastic attitude of his. And just the way he bosses and makes fun of Sam around. :) (and yes people, I know he's old =.=") Lol. I'm currently at season 5 now, Fallen Idols. But the Episode Yellow fever, from season 4 is still one of my&amp;nbsp;favorite episode. The "I'll man the flashlight" part and the part where Dean runs off before he finished screaming like a girl was damn funny.. LOL.&amp;nbsp;Surprisingly, I find Sam kinda annoying most of the time. Idk. Maybe its just me..&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;(I can understand to those who aren't a supernatural fan would feel quite lost in this post. If I weren't, I would be too. Lol)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another favorite character of mine is "Castiel" the angel. His innocents to the human race is again, so adorable. Especially in the episode "Free to be you and me" and "The end" of season 5. LOL. But anyway, yea.. Like I said, I'm hooked on this series. And currently thats all I can talk about right now. ^^ Now I get why Supernatural is such a hit. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd120/fireflyfan22/200902-supernatural-season-4-dvd.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd120/fireflyfan22/200902-supernatural-season-4-dvd.jpg" width="258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="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/5027496300359857088-5571766627389588299?l=misssbread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/feeds/5571766627389588299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/2010/02/supernatural-fan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5027496300359857088/posts/default/5571766627389588299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5027496300359857088/posts/default/5571766627389588299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/2010/02/supernatural-fan.html' title='Supernatural fan.'/><author><name>Bread</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs2Jsrsh1KI/S-73RdGCDwI/AAAAAAAAAZw/tWXQ2JBZAdQ/S220/www000+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5027496300359857088.post-3847073067675339040</id><published>2010-01-31T16:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T16:40:00.954+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dog-eater.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Our maid is back. After a full 1 year "break". She's back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;I expected many story from her hometown, Indonesia. But who would've known that the 1st story I heard from her was a .......=.=" story.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Last year, when she first came back from Malaysia. It was about the same time they started taking care of two cute adorable puppies. Or so they say. And according to them, the dogs were like angels. Everyday, both the dogs would accompany her and her family day when they work at the "kebun", guarded the house and never did any wrongs at all. You know, being everything a dog should be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;So its obvious that the dogs were loyal to their masters right. But, i cant say the affection works both ways.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;A year passed. And along with the people, the dogs grew as well.&amp;nbsp;A few days before my maid and her daughter left for Malaysia, her family&amp;nbsp;slaughtered and&amp;nbsp;butchered&amp;nbsp;one of the dogs for a farewell feast. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;They ate it&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;I asked "why did you have to kill the dog for a your farewell feast? Its a dog??". She simply answered "My family insisted us to taste it so if they did it later, we can't". @@Like its a natural thing for them to eat dogs? In other words, they would've killed the poor dogs anyway. If not now, later for sure.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;One dogs is still alive at Indonesia. But I cant say for how much longer.&amp;nbsp;=.="&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.easyart.com/i/prints/rw/en_easyart/lg/8/7/Two-cute-puppies-looking-for-a-home-MirrorPix-87820.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="256" src="http://images.easyart.com/i/prints/rw/en_easyart/lg/8/7/Two-cute-puppies-looking-for-a-home-MirrorPix-87820.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"&gt;*Random image*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5027496300359857088-3847073067675339040?l=misssbread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/feeds/3847073067675339040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/2010/01/dog-eater.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5027496300359857088/posts/default/3847073067675339040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5027496300359857088/posts/default/3847073067675339040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/2010/01/dog-eater.html' title='Dog-eater.'/><author><name>Bread</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs2Jsrsh1KI/S-73RdGCDwI/AAAAAAAAAZw/tWXQ2JBZAdQ/S220/www000+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5027496300359857088.post-3888127341109379659</id><published>2010-01-25T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T23:19:11.275+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Boy in the Striped Pyjamas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's a movie that is set during the World War II. During a time where Hitler reign and thousands of Jews were brutally murdered, if not turned into slaves. It involves a forbidden friendship between two 8-years-old boys. Where one was the son of the commandant at a concentration camp and the other a Jew that lives in that camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://krishk.files.wordpress.com/2008/08/boy-in-the-striped-pyjamas.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="159" src="http://krishk.files.wordpress.com/2008/08/boy-in-the-striped-pyjamas.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I just finished watching it and I was so into the movie that I find myself.. very hard to swallow the ending. I was literally left still hoping...  I first thought that it was boring. But.. I don't know. Not soo much anymore. Anyways, with the credits rolling, I was still hoping that THAT wasn't the real ending. :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Watch it. Feel my pain.&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/5027496300359857088-3888127341109379659?l=misssbread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/feeds/3888127341109379659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/2010/01/boy-in-striped-pyjamas.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5027496300359857088/posts/default/3888127341109379659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5027496300359857088/posts/default/3888127341109379659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/2010/01/boy-in-striped-pyjamas.html' title='The Boy in the Striped Pyjamas'/><author><name>Bread</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs2Jsrsh1KI/S-73RdGCDwI/AAAAAAAAAZw/tWXQ2JBZAdQ/S220/www000+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5027496300359857088.post-3710951587865860729</id><published>2010-01-22T00:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T00:55:54.034+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chiang-chiang.</title><content type='html'>I miss my little niece~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just now, my mum suddenly mentioned something about some cheap fares to KL. Obviously from Airasia airlines. But whatever that gets the job done right? Anyways, she apparently wanted me to check it out and possibly book some..? It totally caught me off guard and I suddenly feel into deep thought and fantasies of how the trip would be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things like doing many~ many~ shopping, visiting some friends there, taking a break from this sad and not to mention boring daily routine. I swear, its literally sucking the life out of me. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But only one stood out among the rest. &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Visiting Chiang-chiang! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Yeay~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously~~ Missed her lots man. Even though she's a pain at times. Idk. She's my 1st ever niece(that i know of). So sew me ok. Lol. Another one of the consequences of having too much time in your hand I suppose. Would you know it. I actually dug up and flip through all her pictures from her last visit. Sad I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats also sad is, the trip wont be anytime soon. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs2Jsrsh1KI/S1iBFeOL_DI/AAAAAAAAAWY/YdE3dxNz1Wc/s1600-h/%C2%A4_%5E010.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs2Jsrsh1KI/S1iBFeOL_DI/AAAAAAAAAWY/YdE3dxNz1Wc/s320/%C2%A4_%5E010.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs2Jsrsh1KI/S1iBn3EcdpI/AAAAAAAAAWo/USJWMFO6BtA/s1600-h/%C2%A4_%5E011.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs2Jsrsh1KI/S1iBn3EcdpI/AAAAAAAAAWo/USJWMFO6BtA/s320/%C2%A4_%5E011.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs2Jsrsh1KI/S1iCHAD4idI/AAAAAAAAAW4/2v7N6wUhJSA/s1600-h/%C2%A4_%5E037.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs2Jsrsh1KI/S1iCHAD4idI/AAAAAAAAAW4/2v7N6wUhJSA/s320/%C2%A4_%5E037.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs2Jsrsh1KI/S1iB2HmNgNI/AAAAAAAAAWw/UISSgIseX0o/s1600-h/%C2%A4_%5E036.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs2Jsrsh1KI/S1iB2HmNgNI/AAAAAAAAAWw/UISSgIseX0o/s320/%C2%A4_%5E036.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/_Cs2Jsrsh1KI/S1iEFmurpFI/AAAAAAAAAXA/cyQQWupAv7Y/s1600-h/%C2%A4_%5E001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs2Jsrsh1KI/S1iEFmurpFI/AAAAAAAAAXA/cyQQWupAv7Y/s320/%C2%A4_%5E001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;She was practicing to make the peace sign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(btw, the thing on her fore head are meds) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So cute~~~~ v(^,^) &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/5027496300359857088-3710951587865860729?l=misssbread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/feeds/3710951587865860729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/2010/01/chiang-chiang.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5027496300359857088/posts/default/3710951587865860729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5027496300359857088/posts/default/3710951587865860729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/2010/01/chiang-chiang.html' title='Chiang-chiang.'/><author><name>Bread</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs2Jsrsh1KI/S-73RdGCDwI/AAAAAAAAAZw/tWXQ2JBZAdQ/S220/www000+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs2Jsrsh1KI/S1iBFeOL_DI/AAAAAAAAAWY/YdE3dxNz1Wc/s72-c/%C2%A4_%5E010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5027496300359857088.post-4543683337936244562</id><published>2010-01-20T17:20:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T17:31:37.931+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My dope.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Crap~~ I'm hooked up again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Gee.. Take a wild guess on what is it this time. None other than &lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: small;"&gt;DRAMA&lt;/span&gt;. Again. =.= I thought I got it all out of my system when I finished watching all the dramas and movies that my parents bought from Philippines. All of it.. I mean like I'm-gonna-be-sick-to-the-stomach-if-i-ever-watch-a-freakin-korean-crap-again. I watched everything from&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-size: large;"&gt;Full House&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-size: large;"&gt;Ai Yori Aoshi&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-size: large;"&gt;I'm A Cyborg But That's Ok&lt;/span&gt;.. I even re-watched &lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-size: large;"&gt;Winter Sonata&lt;/span&gt; for crying out loud. That's how hooked up I was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;All that researching, buffering and downloading was exhausting. No kidding man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This time I've actually broadened my domain. No longer just Korean, Japanese and animes. But I'm actually watching stuff in English language now. LOL. I just finished a 3day marathon of &lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Gossip Girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to catch up to the most recent episode of season 3. Before that, I finished watching &lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Grey's Anatomy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; season 1-4. And now... Thanks to Deb, I'm going to have more marathons on watching &lt;span style="color: #a64d79; font-size: large;"&gt;Supernatural&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79; font-size: large;"&gt;Glee&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: #a64d79; font-size: large;"&gt;True Blood&lt;/span&gt;. Gawd knows how many season that has.. Though I'm kinda disappointed that I didn't take &lt;span style="color: #a64d79; font-size: large;"&gt;House&lt;/span&gt;.&amp;nbsp; But nevermind. I shan't be to greedy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Despite all that, I'm currently watching &lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-size: large;"&gt;Nodame Cantabile&lt;/span&gt; jdrama too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Having too much time for myself is totally not healthy for me. I should do something more productive with my time. =.="&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/5027496300359857088-4543683337936244562?l=misssbread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/feeds/4543683337936244562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-dope.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5027496300359857088/posts/default/4543683337936244562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5027496300359857088/posts/default/4543683337936244562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-dope.html' title='My dope.'/><author><name>Bread</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs2Jsrsh1KI/S-73RdGCDwI/AAAAAAAAAZw/tWXQ2JBZAdQ/S220/www000+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5027496300359857088.post-9115697544974354586</id><published>2010-01-17T02:03:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T02:27:02.985+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bb cafe.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Did you know Firefly is like soo damn small inside? It was idk like just 10.30pm and there was literally no where to sit or stand for that matter. Doi~ Talk about wasting fuel to go there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;:S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;New topic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We found out another new place to hang out at night!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;A place that wasn't soo dodgy like 24hour Maimunah or a fastfood joint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;A place that had decent music. Live performance even.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;A place that serves a variety of decent-priced shisha, drinks and food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;A place that serves a lot of tourist apparently.@@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;A place other than Up2u!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;(Literally, there's a place named up2u at damai. Go figure. Lols)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yeay~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Anyways, thank gawd for that! Cause going to the same place almost e-v-e-r-y other night so just embarrassing. I would know. No kidding man. Ever twice again in a day. Lmao. The place is called &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Bb cafe&lt;/span&gt;. I'm sure you've heard of it. It's just beside of Pizza hut, KK. Ex-Sugarbun there. Always just passed by. Never really tried the place out. Till now, obviously. But why did we had to discover it sooo freakin' late. Mer's leaving for KL on monday. So tomorrow shall be our last night out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Haih~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yes, well.. All good things must come to an end right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Just an annoying fact of life apparently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.nowpublic.net/images//fc/1/fc15afd8a6778cd8b13c92a4cdfcf779.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://media.nowpublic.net/images//fc/1/fc15afd8a6778cd8b13c92a4cdfcf779.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5027496300359857088-9115697544974354586?l=misssbread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/feeds/9115697544974354586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/2010/01/bb-cafe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5027496300359857088/posts/default/9115697544974354586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5027496300359857088/posts/default/9115697544974354586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/2010/01/bb-cafe.html' title='Bb cafe.'/><author><name>Bread</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs2Jsrsh1KI/S-73RdGCDwI/AAAAAAAAAZw/tWXQ2JBZAdQ/S220/www000+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5027496300359857088.post-6402518514753294916</id><published>2010-01-13T22:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T23:51:07.362+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Routine + Upperstar Lintas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;So.. I guess I should update something on my blog before the spiders settle in right? Hrrm... okay. Lets begin shall we..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Lately, eventhough school is done and I have no REAL job other than just helping some mother of mine with her business. But its like I have a schedule to keep. Really.. I am supposedly free and yet every morning I wake up at 0730am to open the shop. :S I feel like I'm falling into a familiar routine again here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;There's not even any decent money involved here kay. So don't even bother asking me to belanja you ppl. Cause I know your salary is probably double, no tripple, no better yet quadruple mine. LOLS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Hrrm.. Oh oh~ Guess who I saw working at Lintas Upperstar a few nights ago? Lol. &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Mister Anugera Nelam.&lt;/span&gt; LOL. Just saw him though, didn't exchange greeting or anything. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Anyways, funny shit gilz man~ And~ I didn't even notice him until when we were about to leave already. Dude. We were sitting, idk, a table away from the service counter place thingy, where he was apparently stationed. And I didn't notice him at all. Lol. I should've noticed when we got our bill without us calling for it. We just thought it was a subtle way to kicking us out. =.=" Idk. Idk how the management system works at Upperstar Lintas. So we just paid and ignored everyone again. Too engrossed in our stories bha.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Done with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;:D&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/5027496300359857088-6402518514753294916?l=misssbread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/feeds/6402518514753294916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/2010/01/routine-upperstar.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5027496300359857088/posts/default/6402518514753294916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5027496300359857088/posts/default/6402518514753294916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/2010/01/routine-upperstar.html' title='Routine + Upperstar Lintas'/><author><name>Bread</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs2Jsrsh1KI/S-73RdGCDwI/AAAAAAAAAZw/tWXQ2JBZAdQ/S220/www000+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5027496300359857088.post-2441809693403260924</id><published>2010-01-06T16:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T16:47:07.342+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ear piercing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pain is so over rated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I had a piercing done on a supposedly painful area of the ear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But half the time I even forgot that I had it done.&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/_Cs2Jsrsh1KI/S0RMFPqxDgI/AAAAAAAAAVY/SYyFszte94E/s1600-h/Image001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs2Jsrsh1KI/S0RMFPqxDgI/AAAAAAAAAVY/SYyFszte94E/s320/Image001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Other times, I have this urge to make another one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Soon.&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/5027496300359857088-2441809693403260924?l=misssbread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/feeds/2441809693403260924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/2010/01/ear-piercing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5027496300359857088/posts/default/2441809693403260924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5027496300359857088/posts/default/2441809693403260924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/2010/01/ear-piercing.html' title='Ear piercing.'/><author><name>Bread</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs2Jsrsh1KI/S-73RdGCDwI/AAAAAAAAAZw/tWXQ2JBZAdQ/S220/www000+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs2Jsrsh1KI/S0RMFPqxDgI/AAAAAAAAAVY/SYyFszte94E/s72-c/Image001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5027496300359857088.post-5130237951431401202</id><published>2010-01-02T16:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T16:30:11.728+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2010.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Happy New Years people!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666; text-align: center;"&gt;To all my &lt;b&gt;friends&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;close friends&lt;/b&gt;, even just my &lt;b&gt;acquaintance&lt;/b&gt;, and obviously to the &lt;b&gt;FAMILY&lt;/b&gt;~~!!!&lt;br /&gt;&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 style="font-size: large;"&gt;Love you all~~&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Muax!! ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Its a new beginning. 2010. Bye-bye 2009. And another chance to start over. So people, lets make the best out of it. xDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Belated a bit. I knooooow. Sorry bout that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But I've been a lil too busy these few days and I find it hard to find the time to just sit down and update my blog. Too many things are happening around me. And I'm trying to enjoy it to the fullest before the chance is gone. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My bro, sis-in-law, beloved niece and aunt is going back to kl soon. Huhu.. Lonely me is returning soon. :'(&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/5027496300359857088-5130237951431401202?l=misssbread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/feeds/5130237951431401202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-new-years.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5027496300359857088/posts/default/5130237951431401202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5027496300359857088/posts/default/5130237951431401202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-new-years.html' title='2010.'/><author><name>Bread</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs2Jsrsh1KI/S-73RdGCDwI/AAAAAAAAAZw/tWXQ2JBZAdQ/S220/www000+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5027496300359857088.post-3331850675702428643</id><published>2009-12-31T03:14:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T06:56:15.835+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Labuan.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;I went to Labuan yesterday. I have the sun burns to prove for it. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Waking up at 5am to leave for the early drive to menumbuk ferry port, was dreadful. Too freakin early. But i had a motivation to kept me going. and awake for that matter. Cheap booze. Cheap booze. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;As an attempt to not fall asleep in the car&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs2Jsrsh1KI/Szuol2JluDI/AAAAAAAAAUw/vCidwyD7Dok/s1600-h/29122009349.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs2Jsrsh1KI/Szuol2JluDI/AAAAAAAAAUw/vCidwyD7Dok/s320/29122009349.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs2Jsrsh1KI/SzukUg9g5UI/AAAAAAAAAUo/KZUcjC-jSM0/s1600-h/29122009356.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs2Jsrsh1KI/SzukUg9g5UI/AAAAAAAAAUo/KZUcjC-jSM0/s320/29122009356.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Anyways.. There's really nothing to tell.. Except this one thing. It was within the 2hours ferry trip back to be exact.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Okay.  Here goes&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;I was laying down on my aunt's lap for a few seconds, on a bench with my feet on the floor. So obviously it was a small bench right.. But a certain stupid brain-less someone had to put her melted Toblerone chocolate on the edge of the bench. Melted. Again, to be exact, beside my ass. Now what kind of person would do such a thing un knowingly? A retard thats what. So obviously, the worse of the worse happened as i attempt to sit back up to provide some space for her to sit her fat ass on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Yes, the chocolate got smeared all over my behind. It was the normal looking chocolates. You know, the one that looks like shit. Yes, I said shit. Worse infact, cause it had nuts in them. =.=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;My aunt and the stupid brain-less someone helped cleaned it. And thank gawd I was wearing jeans, so it was barely noticeable after I wiped and washed the chocolate out. But still, then I had to face the problem of having a damp behind for the rest of the ferry ride.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Mother fucker chibai man that girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Maybe she didn't do it on purpose or whatever her reason for doing this shit. But the most humane thing to do and what a person with proper education, like her, would do after committing such a humiliating thing to another person is to acknowledge your fault and apologize RIGHT..?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;But nooooo.. this retarded baffoon just laugh and pointed.&amp;nbsp;Just freakin' laugh and pointed. Not even a sorry or a "i forgot i left it there". Wtf?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;I asked "why didnt you tell me you put your chocolate there(pointing on a spot on the bench)?"She answered with a defending tone like this wasn't any of her fault "I didn't put my chocolate there, I put mine here(pointing to a different spot on the bench)." Which was idk.. 10centimeters different. Trying to be funny? Not funny. DUDE. I have shit looking chocolate crap on my behind and no one else was eating chocolate but you.. Then when i kept asking her, she just had more retarded things to say like "I didn't put it there" or my favourite "who ask you to sit up". Gaawd.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Only God knows how pissed off I was. How much I wanted to give her an earfull. How humiliated&amp;nbsp;I was. Enough to want to swipe the chocolate off my pretty little behind and wipe it on her face. Gawd~~ BUT because I had a face that was still attached to my pride, and cause I was traveling with my aunt's family, not my own, I restrained from any violence act. I resulted in avoiding her for the rest of the ferry ride.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Maybe someday, I can forgive her. But knowing me, I will never forget. So one day. ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Other than that, yea.. Labuan was kinda boring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5027496300359857088-3331850675702428643?l=misssbread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/feeds/3331850675702428643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/2009/12/labuan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5027496300359857088/posts/default/3331850675702428643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5027496300359857088/posts/default/3331850675702428643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/2009/12/labuan.html' title='Labuan.'/><author><name>Bread</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs2Jsrsh1KI/S-73RdGCDwI/AAAAAAAAAZw/tWXQ2JBZAdQ/S220/www000+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs2Jsrsh1KI/Szuol2JluDI/AAAAAAAAAUw/vCidwyD7Dok/s72-c/29122009349.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5027496300359857088.post-6480604096056952460</id><published>2009-12-31T01:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T01:44:18.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lok Kawi Wildlife Park.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;From the previous recent Kundasang trip. We continued the trip straight to Lok Kawi Wildlife Park. Straight ok. No stopping point except for a quick gas refill. Lols. We were feeling wacky / in the moment you know. Plus we had no plans.. Hihi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the zoo, we saw some cute and not-so-cute(referring to the croc and monitor lizards) animals. There, the had many species of birds, deers, tigers, orangutans, proboscis monkeys, snakes, elephants, crocodile, ostrich, zebra, "ponies"... dude~ many lar. U get the picture right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The place wasn't that big(but not small either). It is about 1.4 kilometers long of paved road. I was using flat flip-flops and my feet were already killing me. I don't know how those people in high heals survived&amp;nbsp; that day.. =.= Trust me, its a long walk if you intend to see everything. So my advise, wear comfortable shoes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The daily animal show has proven to be entertaining. I think the upbeat animal trainers had much to do with it. They really had the crowd participating. There was Mogly, the 6 or was it 7 years old baby orangutan that was just too cute. The birds that plays tricks, the ferret thingy that smells really well, even the snake was cute. Seriously. Birds was literally flying back and forth above my head. Cause I apparently had the pleasure of sitting in the top row of the arena and there was a stand behind me. Lols. Over all, exciting really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entry price: A mere &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;RM10 for locals&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; RM20 for foreigners,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;and half price for children(17 and below) respectively.&lt;br /&gt;Business hours:&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Daily from 9.30a.m&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;to&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; 5.30p.m.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;By the time we were finished, we reached back home at about 6 pm.. It was definitely a fun idea to had this extra trip. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3463/3392487746_08e5d9e2f6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3463/3392487746_08e5d9e2f6.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://sabahbah.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/01/071007z-05.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="233" src="http://sabahbah.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/01/071007z-05.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;:)&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/5027496300359857088-6480604096056952460?l=misssbread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/feeds/6480604096056952460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/2009/12/lok-kawi-wildlife-park.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5027496300359857088/posts/default/6480604096056952460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5027496300359857088/posts/default/6480604096056952460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/2009/12/lok-kawi-wildlife-park.html' title='Lok Kawi Wildlife Park.'/><author><name>Bread</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs2Jsrsh1KI/S-73RdGCDwI/AAAAAAAAAZw/tWXQ2JBZAdQ/S220/www000+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3463/3392487746_08e5d9e2f6_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5027496300359857088.post-2603135109798667611</id><published>2009-12-30T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T11:22:35.945+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kundasang take 02.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So obviously the plan to kundasang was a&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79; font-size: large;"&gt;go&lt;/span&gt;! Yeay! Hehe. So prepare for a long post. You have been warned. ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We departed from home on the 28th, about 10am and reached our destination at about 1pm. Give or take lar. I wasn't paying much attention to the time at this point though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;From the beginning till half-way of the drive there was painfully horrifying, for me. And I'm not complaining about the condition of the &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;long-narrow-winding-and-did-i-mention-long-road or anything&lt;/span&gt;.. Just, a few minutes into the drive, i had a sudden attack of the stomach-ache. Probably cause i wasn't used to waking up this early anymore. And as expected, not a toilet in sight. Literally, just the black tar road and the green-ness left and right.&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;How did i survived the drive without crapping my pants was a total miracle.&lt;/span&gt; LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;We had reservations at this place called &lt;span style="color: #6aa84f; font-size: large;"&gt;Tinompok Resort&lt;/span&gt;..? Ever heard of it? No? Me either. Let me tell you, the place was about 0.8km from the main road but the drive to the place itself felt like forever man. We ended up staying at the Rose Cabin. That, I'm sure you've heard of before. Seriously, the Tinompok place really looked haunted. After you take away the sun light, it really look like it came out from a slasher horror movie. Tall huge trees behind the huge rectangle brown "cabin" and not a hint of civilization in sight. Being the only guests of the place didn't help at all. =.= I was too afraid to even take a pic of the place.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So, enough about that. New topic. After confirming a place to stay, we were off to &lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-size: large;"&gt;Poring hotspring&lt;/span&gt;!! It was another 1 hour++ drive that. Rm3 per entry. Okay, seriously, the place hadn't change at all since the last time I've been there. Which was idk, since I was in primary school. LOL. Gawd. I forgot how cold and hot the water really was. If you don't have you're own pool, it was just a choice between a big pool with freezing cold water, or a tiny pool (where you can only dip your legs in) with literally hot water. We didn't wanna leave but our fingers was getting pruny. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;After that, we had our dinner at Ranau. By the time we finished, it was idk, 7pm. And most of the shops was closed already. We then asked our self, &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;sooo what to do now&lt;/span&gt;? Ranau has apparently no night life at all. I mean in their town. No pool. No karoake place. No clubs. No nothing. &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;No offense&lt;/span&gt; to you if you are from Ranau. It's probably nice for you who has some relatives that will entertain you at night, but for those who unfortunately share our similar fate, idk how people actually survives there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*yawn2* *sleep2* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Next morning began, again, quite early. 8am and freezing. I still managed to bath though.. Yeay me. Thank gawd they had a hair dryer. Which meant that i didn't have to freeze to death. LOL. We had a clear view of the Mt Kinabalu from our cabin's back balcony. It was like I'm seeing it for the first time again. I mean, I have seen it at a much closer distance, just, that was a loong time ago. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yesh~ well~ the day moves on~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Next, we went to The &lt;span style="color: #674ea7; font-size: large;"&gt;Kundasang War Memorial&lt;/span&gt; Display Garden. It mostly contains plants and flowers from Borneo, Australian and Great Britian. Apparently they are planted to always reminds us of the infamous Sandakan Death Marches of the World War II. Its a real tragic story really. 30 days and nights of hell, as thousands of ill and and malnourished prisoners marches from Jesselton to Ranau and then again to Sandakan POW camp. Along the way, tortured and just treated like animals.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;These stories were obtained by the 6 remaining Australian whom successfully escaped. I'm just happy that the culprit, the leaders of the merciless Japanese troops, got what they deserve at the end... Just thinking bout it makes my blood boil.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Okay, moving on with the trip~ We then went vege and food shopping as requested from the mums that couldn't join us, went for breakfast, some homemade strawberry ice cream. Nice. Nice. And we were on our way home. It was a less than 2 hours drive back to kk, and i slept through it. &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/_Cs2Jsrsh1KI/SzjseKTxnoI/AAAAAAAAASo/m7xt16SG4dY/s1600-h/%C2%A4_%5E002.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs2Jsrsh1KI/SzjseKTxnoI/AAAAAAAAASo/m7xt16SG4dY/s320/%C2%A4_%5E002.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs2Jsrsh1KI/SzjqhV1o6-I/AAAAAAAAASg/lldqazASiP0/s1600-h/%C2%A4_%5E019.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs2Jsrsh1KI/SzjqhV1o6-I/AAAAAAAAASg/lldqazASiP0/s320/%C2%A4_%5E019.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs2Jsrsh1KI/Szt8kY0SQ-I/AAAAAAAAAUA/fbt30VQ3EIk/s1600-h/28122009278.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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text-align: center;"&gt;Daily update:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Went to my neighbor's son's bday party..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Xander's 4th Pirate birthday bash"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;N.c. there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Had a lil get together at my grams after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Being surrounded with the family, food and liquor, finally felt like xmas for me. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The feeling came a lil late this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But better late than never right.&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&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 style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Plans:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Might take a trip to kundasang tomorrow~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If so, then it'll be the 2nd trip i take this month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;At the same place again that. @@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But again it's only a plan so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We shall see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for new years day's celebration!&lt;br /&gt;Fireworks!! &lt;br /&gt;=P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5027496300359857088-8217939634285319728?l=misssbread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/feeds/8217939634285319728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/2009/12/kundasang-maybe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5027496300359857088/posts/default/8217939634285319728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5027496300359857088/posts/default/8217939634285319728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/2009/12/kundasang-maybe.html' title='Update + plans.'/><author><name>Bread</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs2Jsrsh1KI/S-73RdGCDwI/AAAAAAAAAZw/tWXQ2JBZAdQ/S220/www000+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5027496300359857088.post-7522833882904632585</id><published>2009-12-26T04:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T11:26:38.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not so xmas-sie at all..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As it turns out, the disappearance of my whole family this morning was caused by an important event for held especially for Christmas day itself. Christmas morning mass. =.=" Great. I've missed yet another important ritual for the season. And I call myself a christian. I really need to go for confession. I'm already too sinful as it is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Because of the absent of my whole family. I had to open the bloody shop. This was round 11 already. Awaken by my mum's and aunt's phone call, I had to temporarily work, which started out as an hour tops(cause they were already on their way back from mass) and ended 4 hours later. Apparently, they had to go shopping(without me) and also have a family xmas breakfast(without me). Nice. All while I was rotting and not to mention starving at the shop. I'm guessing this is my punishment for skipping mass. Haih.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Christmas day~ all in all~ Honestly didn't feel like xmas at all. A lil disappointed here. But atleast it wasn't a bonding night with me and my lappy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ok, let me see.. I went out for dinner with my aunt, aunt's friend, vera(sis-in-law) and sis. Shisha-ed. Played pool. Of which I won twice (yeay) out of both games I played with my vera. Met up with mer and deb while the family left for home. Had some fun. Ate again cause we ran out of things to do. Sent me home. And the next thing I know, i'm online updating my blog. LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Not even a drop of alcohol entered my veins on this special-but-then-again-not-so-special-xmas day. Thats what suprised me the most.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;LOLS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyways, yea..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That sums up my 2009 xmas activity I guess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nothing Christmas-sie bout it right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I knooow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5027496300359857088-7522833882904632585?l=misssbread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/feeds/7522833882904632585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/2009/12/xmas-day-continues.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5027496300359857088/posts/default/7522833882904632585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5027496300359857088/posts/default/7522833882904632585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/2009/12/xmas-day-continues.html' title='Not so xmas-sie at all..'/><author><name>Bread</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs2Jsrsh1KI/S-73RdGCDwI/AAAAAAAAAZw/tWXQ2JBZAdQ/S220/www000+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5027496300359857088.post-6817629822660090657</id><published>2009-12-25T10:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T19:27:53.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry chistmas~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's finally here~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The 2nd most anticipated holiday of the year.. Next to the new years holiday~ Wee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Merry x'mas people!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;~Especially to all my friends and family out there (where ever u guys are)~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Give a special xoxo to the person next to u for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;LOL &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&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/_Cs2Jsrsh1KI/SzQpHtUZPrI/AAAAAAAAASI/MOH-t9Opv0A/s1600-h/ten-million-calories.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs2Jsrsh1KI/SzQpHtUZPrI/AAAAAAAAASI/MOH-t9Opv0A/s320/ten-million-calories.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When compared to the previous years, it seems like there's not much going on around me this year. I don't know. Maybe it's just me, and also it's probably still a lil early to predict the final outcome of the Christmas day. But it has to be a sign right. A bad sign, that I woke up early today. 8am, A LOT earlier than when I usually woke up (trust me) and what is this? I literally found the whole house totally empty. @@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Like, how is that possible? There's like about 8 people living in my house now, excluding my grandma that is always here. And even her, is also missing. @@ Dude.. Am i missing something here? Was I left out in some awesome planning? Lets hope not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="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/_Cs2Jsrsh1KI/SzQpI0XOu1I/AAAAAAAAASQ/i09-IsPOW0c/s1600-h/funny5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs2Jsrsh1KI/SzQpI0XOu1I/AAAAAAAAASQ/i09-IsPOW0c/s320/funny5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I love the holidays~~&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/5027496300359857088-6817629822660090657?l=misssbread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/feeds/6817629822660090657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-finally-here-2nd-most-anticipated.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5027496300359857088/posts/default/6817629822660090657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5027496300359857088/posts/default/6817629822660090657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-finally-here-2nd-most-anticipated.html' title='Merry chistmas~'/><author><name>Bread</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs2Jsrsh1KI/S-73RdGCDwI/AAAAAAAAAZw/tWXQ2JBZAdQ/S220/www000+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs2Jsrsh1KI/SzQpHtUZPrI/AAAAAAAAASI/MOH-t9Opv0A/s72-c/ten-million-calories.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5027496300359857088.post-7064822682404558461</id><published>2009-12-12T03:20:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T05:39:33.419+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Xmas and Dyed.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Guess what....?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's almost Christmas already! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;I tend to forgot about it. A lot. Until I start hearing the Christmas song playing everywhere I go, then reality kicks back in. Lols.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I amaze myself at how oblivious I am to this year's season.&lt;br /&gt;Well cause usually, Christmas and New Years are my favorite holidays.&lt;br /&gt;But like now, no feel this.. Dude. @@&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how are we going to celebrate it this year..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hrrm, we shall see..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh oh oh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Guess what again..?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I dyed my hair. LOL. Finally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I actually wanted like one particular picture of Hyun Joong.&lt;br /&gt;But... Curse this dark asian skin man.&lt;br /&gt;Hmph. Lols. Chillax lar. One cant be too greedy right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check it out~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs2Jsrsh1KI/SyKzJFYIsTI/AAAAAAAAARo/Aqo7IpSq75Y/s1600-h/%40%40014.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs2Jsrsh1KI/SyKzJFYIsTI/AAAAAAAAARo/Aqo7IpSq75Y/s320/%40%40014.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The color is called Golden copper brown.. Or something like that. I forgot. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Notice the baby milks on the background?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Yes, I was at survey, Putatan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It was sorta dark out by the time I was done from the saloon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So, I didn't have time to see it's effect under the sun yet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Tomorrow. Tomorrow. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs2Jsrsh1KI/SyKzS9vN3AI/AAAAAAAAARw/u8EaGEICDwo/s1600-h/%40%40016.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs2Jsrsh1KI/SyKzS9vN3AI/AAAAAAAAARw/u8EaGEICDwo/s320/%40%40016.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My sis-in-law and my aunt, Vera and aunty Anita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Vera went for gold~ something. And my aunt picked a darker shade of brown which will become lighter over time. She's a government teacher. So bright colours like ours are totally out. Sad, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs2Jsrsh1KI/SyK5GoY4f0I/AAAAAAAAASA/4nuP_v40ZUs/s1600-h/f4-0319-5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs2Jsrsh1KI/SyK5GoY4f0I/AAAAAAAAASA/4nuP_v40ZUs/s320/f4-0319-5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Yea, this was the color I wanted. Its called ash color.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It looks totally beautiful on him. But yea.. I'm not as white and I'm guessing I'll never be one. So I'll just leave the beautiful colors to the beautiful people. Haih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Yeay~ Finally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Now I feel like I &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;officially&lt;/span&gt; finished school already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;LOL. &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/5027496300359857088-7064822682404558461?l=misssbread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/feeds/7064822682404558461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/2009/12/xmas-and-dyed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5027496300359857088/posts/default/7064822682404558461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5027496300359857088/posts/default/7064822682404558461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/2009/12/xmas-and-dyed.html' title='Xmas and Dyed.'/><author><name>Bread</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs2Jsrsh1KI/S-73RdGCDwI/AAAAAAAAAZw/tWXQ2JBZAdQ/S220/www000+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs2Jsrsh1KI/SyKzJFYIsTI/AAAAAAAAARo/Aqo7IpSq75Y/s72-c/%40%40014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5027496300359857088.post-714411357984374117</id><published>2009-12-12T02:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T04:47:09.227+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Problems.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;My gawd~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Its saturday already? Dude, I didn't realize it. I think it was monday since my last post.. =.=" Ooops, my bad. Didn't intend to abandon my blog for soo long.. But I guess I just hadn't had the time to write much these days. Life just got a little interesting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my dear close bff is currently having this huge problem right now. One that apparently only a hand-full of people know about what really went down and why. But she's been getting loads of crap from a lot of people who don't know shit. Like dude. Try minding your own business eh. Haih. I get stressed out by just listening to the details, imagine really experiencing it yourself.. 0.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like.. i don't know how to put it. Like, there's a wall forming between friends. With my friend and the people who supports/knows to differentiate right from wrong on one side, and the hater/clueless people on the other side who are rallying up more hater/clueless people to join they're hate group. (Pathetic. I know.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;I still can't believe that I actually believed the crap I heard. Making me doubt my own friend.. I tell you, the day i start trusting that person again is the day the movie 2012 comes true.*sigh* I thought, after telling her bout it, they could've resolved this in a civilized way. Ha ha ha. Boy how wrong I was. In my opinion, all this just blew out of proportion. At one point, all this drama ended already. But it's so obvious that they're still pissed off not cause of this reason, but for another entirely other reason. Like dude. Let it go already. Pfft. I can't say much detail cause its really is not my secret to tell. All I'm saying is, it involves some backstabbing action and the spreading of some sensitive issue. Full stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&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/5027496300359857088-714411357984374117?l=misssbread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/feeds/714411357984374117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/2009/12/problems.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5027496300359857088/posts/default/714411357984374117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5027496300359857088/posts/default/714411357984374117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/2009/12/problems.html' title='Problems.'/><author><name>Bread</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs2Jsrsh1KI/S-73RdGCDwI/AAAAAAAAAZw/tWXQ2JBZAdQ/S220/www000+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5027496300359857088.post-4446080563039801273</id><published>2009-12-07T02:58:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T03:37:51.417+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kundasang trip.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ahahahahahahahaha~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yesh... Me, deb, mer and mark made a trip to kundasang, ranau like last night i think. Saturday night. Jess almost joined us but her crappy sis was totally not sporting at all(Booo~). Nevermind, next time Jess. Anyways, mark drove us there and as a last minute thing, we actually spent the night at this place called Sonny or was it sunny village place. Price quite okay also lar~~ It was only like 6pm+ when we got there but it was all so foggy and dark already... Seriously, the fogs were damn thick man. Scary. @@ And we were freezing our butts off cause it was definitely much cooler than we expected it to be..&amp;nbsp; Raining season, go figure..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We rented a whole cabin. Fully equipped with 2 separate bedrooms, a living room that connects to the dining room and kitchen and one toilet. LOL. For a last minute thing, this was actually quite okay. The master bedroom that has like a queen bed or king was it. Idk. And the other room had like 2 double decker-single beds.. We cooked, ate, drank and just hang out together. It really felt like our own little house, like all of us were roommates for the night. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*Haih*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know what you're thinking.... Wtf?? right.. Its stpm season, and I'm doing all this bullcrap. Lols. But i just cant help it. Reason? If i had to give one, for fun i guess. And we just wanted to do something with mer, one of my really close bff since our high school days, while she's still at kk. Which is only for the weekend. Till Christmas later. Anywho, we came back safe and sound, so.. Chillax man.. Gawd, the things i do with my besties. xDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~~~~~~~~Here are the very few photos we took~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&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/_Cs2Jsrsh1KI/SxwB4ovo5wI/AAAAAAAAARA/QyQdJhjC5zg/s1600-h/%40%40001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs2Jsrsh1KI/SxwB4ovo5wI/AAAAAAAAARA/QyQdJhjC5zg/s320/%40%40001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Our bags.. &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/_Cs2Jsrsh1KI/SxwCE8N8lrI/AAAAAAAAARI/znfCKLz2MPM/s1600-h/%23%23%23028.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs2Jsrsh1KI/SxwCE8N8lrI/AAAAAAAAARI/znfCKLz2MPM/s320/%23%23%23028.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Mer feeling the cold air~ 0.o" LOL &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/_Cs2Jsrsh1KI/Sxv3_HioWSI/AAAAAAAAAPw/1ofASRuBW-A/s1600-h/%23%23%23025.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs2Jsrsh1KI/Sxv3_HioWSI/AAAAAAAAAPw/1ofASRuBW-A/s320/%23%23%23025.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We were damn hungry on the way there but mark didn't wanna waste time stopping by again after our long food-supply-shopping we had before we left. Lols. So we ate our can foods in the car. I know~ But seriously, I swear it tasted better than it looks. LOL.&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/_Cs2Jsrsh1KI/Sxv4aZrzM9I/AAAAAAAAAQI/mvwC6YmqqPQ/s1600-h/%23%23%23026.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs2Jsrsh1KI/Sxv4aZrzM9I/AAAAAAAAAQI/mvwC6YmqqPQ/s320/%23%23%23026.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Me+corn. &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/_Cs2Jsrsh1KI/Sxv4Hges0GI/AAAAAAAAAP4/4yQsMJwBGV8/s1600-h/%23%23%23021.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs2Jsrsh1KI/Sxv4Hges0GI/AAAAAAAAAP4/4yQsMJwBGV8/s320/%23%23%23021.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Deb+beans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs2Jsrsh1KI/Sxv42WMSVmI/AAAAAAAAAQg/5KkyIIs5f_M/s1600-h/%23%23%23023.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs2Jsrsh1KI/Sxv42WMSVmI/AAAAAAAAAQg/5KkyIIs5f_M/s320/%23%23%23023.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Mer+corn. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs2Jsrsh1KI/Sxv67SelQGI/AAAAAAAAAQo/-0vJzvZhZWs/s1600-h/%23%23%23024.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs2Jsrsh1KI/Sxv67SelQGI/AAAAAAAAAQo/-0vJzvZhZWs/s320/%23%23%23024.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Mer feeding mark. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs2Jsrsh1KI/SxwBtuir1PI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/U7k5kyl-Mys/s1600-h/%23%23%23031.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs2Jsrsh1KI/SxwBtuir1PI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/U7k5kyl-Mys/s320/%23%23%23031.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Seriously, this dog is HUGE. I swear i thought i was a lion+wolf breeding dog. Like Jacob from new moon. Forgot it's real name though. But still.. cute.. and huge..&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/_Cs2Jsrsh1KI/SxwGIKcR6TI/AAAAAAAAARY/79g5WQ3tsd8/s1600-h/%23%23%23033.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs2Jsrsh1KI/SxwGIKcR6TI/AAAAAAAAARY/79g5WQ3tsd8/s320/%23%23%23033.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Look at its tongue!!&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/_Cs2Jsrsh1KI/Sxv4kD_B2_I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/U-0So_yuzEE/s1600-h/%23%23%23038.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs2Jsrsh1KI/Sxv4kD_B2_I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/U-0So_yuzEE/s320/%23%23%23038.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Deb+chicken bone+Jacob the dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We had leftover lamb and a mountain chicken bones from our dinner last night. So.. Lucky dog got to eat all of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;=.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs2Jsrsh1KI/Sxv4RTHVNKI/AAAAAAAAAQA/3w0zUxZ1iv0/s1600-h/%23%23%23040.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs2Jsrsh1KI/Sxv4RTHVNKI/AAAAAAAAAQA/3w0zUxZ1iv0/s320/%23%23%23040.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Me+Jacob the dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Just to show how humongous the dog was.&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/_Cs2Jsrsh1KI/Sxv4sfaU_0I/AAAAAAAAAQY/akFahGYyA7o/s1600-h/%23%23%23037.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs2Jsrsh1KI/Sxv4sfaU_0I/AAAAAAAAAQY/akFahGYyA7o/s320/%23%23%23037.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Mer+mark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;With almost the same pose and outfit. LOL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;That was fun. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Bye!&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/5027496300359857088-4446080563039801273?l=misssbread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/feeds/4446080563039801273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/2009/12/kundasang-trip.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5027496300359857088/posts/default/4446080563039801273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5027496300359857088/posts/default/4446080563039801273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/2009/12/kundasang-trip.html' title='Kundasang trip.'/><author><name>Bread</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs2Jsrsh1KI/S-73RdGCDwI/AAAAAAAAAZw/tWXQ2JBZAdQ/S220/www000+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs2Jsrsh1KI/SxwB4ovo5wI/AAAAAAAAARA/QyQdJhjC5zg/s72-c/%40%40001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5027496300359857088.post-5494870672075645768</id><published>2009-12-05T12:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T02:47:24.927+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3am+</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dude..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After soo long of not going out..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Not meeting with friends..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Not wasting money..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Not wasting time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Studying....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Being such a goody-good girl....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;=.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sneaking in to the house at round 3am+ was totally fun. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When I'm with my friends, time just passed by soo fast. Its not my fault. Haha. Anyways, when I got home, all the doors were locked and not a light was on in the whole frigin' house. Not even a hallway light. And my whole house has grills on every window. Even the toilets. I know I checked. Literally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In the end, I had to bang on the door and thankfully my DAD heard me. So i successfully sneaked in. Hihi.. Though I don't think it counts as sneaking if your dad helped you. *shrugs* No thanks to my sis, whom i left like a million of missed calls. Ugh. Whatever. As long as the big ma'am of the house didn't find out. Its all good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The funny thing was the big boss wasn't even mad this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Harharhar..&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/5027496300359857088-5494870672075645768?l=misssbread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/feeds/5494870672075645768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/2009/12/3am.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5027496300359857088/posts/default/5494870672075645768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5027496300359857088/posts/default/5494870672075645768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/2009/12/3am.html' title='3am+'/><author><name>Bread</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs2Jsrsh1KI/S-73RdGCDwI/AAAAAAAAAZw/tWXQ2JBZAdQ/S220/www000+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5027496300359857088.post-2567111242705258077</id><published>2009-11-30T22:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T22:45:07.621+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Surreal.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I promised myself that i'd be offline by 10pm today. So I'll try to make this short as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tomorrow morning at exactly 8.00am, is my 4th out of 8 paper that I'm taking for stpm. And I should be studying. Like right now~ cause~ that paper i'm about to take, happens to be one of my weak subjects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;BUT.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Something just don't feel right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Everything just feels so surreal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This exam thingy. This constant studying schedule..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I vaguely remember it but it certainly didn't feel like this when I was having my spm and pmr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And upsr for that matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It feels like a dream. Or nightmare. I cant decide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But seriously, something's not the same.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All I know is that I should be studying my butt off to get a good grade to enter uni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And thats what I will do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Maybe it's just me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*shrugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took a break and re-watched Pride and Prejudice this afternoon.&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://www.celebritywonder.com/wp/Keira_Knightley_in_Pride_and_Prejudice_Wallpaper_4_1280.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="256" src="http://www.celebritywonder.com/wp/Keira_Knightley_in_Pride_and_Prejudice_Wallpaper_4_1280.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It still gave me the goosebumps. The good kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I want my own Mr Darcy! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;LOL.&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/5027496300359857088-2567111242705258077?l=misssbread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/feeds/2567111242705258077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/2009/11/surreal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5027496300359857088/posts/default/2567111242705258077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5027496300359857088/posts/default/2567111242705258077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/2009/11/surreal.html' title='Surreal.'/><author><name>Bread</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs2Jsrsh1KI/S-73RdGCDwI/AAAAAAAAAZw/tWXQ2JBZAdQ/S220/www000+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5027496300359857088.post-4731622869315872394</id><published>2009-11-28T15:57:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T07:00:34.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You're Beautiful-The end of something awesome.</title><content type='html'>Haih~ Yesterday, I finished watching You're beautiful's last episode (a korean drama). And I'm totally &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;depressed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. Ecstatic that it ended with a happy ending. But now, my favorite past-time/eye-candy is now forever gone. &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;They wont be producing a 2nd season due to lack of kanto(ratings)&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/b&gt;But, I really do love the characters in this drama and I really really really don't want this to end. I want to see more of them. :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, 16 episode is just tooo short people! Why oh why do you get me addicted to this crap when you're only gonna cut it short?? Dumbshit. It's all the Korean citizen's fault. Just cause it lacks rating in korea doesn't mean its not awesome. Its really popular online and internationally, but not at Korea. That has to mean something right? It means, Korean citizen are &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;dumbarses&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; thats what. How could they not notice something good when they see it? @@ Stupid IRIS (another k-drama) that has to show at the same time slot. Ei.. So annoying. Let me live at Korea and we'll see how the rating will show. I'll turn all the television in my neighborhood just to raise the ratings for them. Ugh.&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/_Cs2Jsrsh1KI/SxDTLiKKphI/AAAAAAAAAOw/5KVd9_G9kPg/s1600/14861_184748230134_177698175134_3737375_897235_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs2Jsrsh1KI/SxDTLiKKphI/AAAAAAAAAOw/5KVd9_G9kPg/s320/14861_184748230134_177698175134_3737375_897235_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~Jeremy~ Hwang tae kyung~ Go mi nam~ Shin woo~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm soo gonna miss you lots. T__T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, this could be a good thing. Now i can totally just drown myself with my books and not feel agitated to start streaming again. (pfft~lets see how long thats going to last)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is stpm we're talking about and I desperately need to study my butt off to get a decent mark for it. Sigh, I'm&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;sooo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; looking forward to this shit.. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It feels like forever since I've established contact with the outside world. LOL. And if it weren't for Jess n Sara bringing me out to yamcha last night, I'd still wouldn't have realized it now. I've spent too much time in my room. With my lappy. And books ofcourse. I miss communicating with humans. Catching up was fun. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs2Jsrsh1KI/SxDTlcJjElI/AAAAAAAAAO4/22twTbQMFkE/s1600/1_453964273l.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs2Jsrsh1KI/SxDTlcJjElI/AAAAAAAAAO4/22twTbQMFkE/s320/1_453964273l.jpg" /&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 style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kim bum and Kim Joon making fun of Kim Hyun Joong. Tsk tsk. Naughty2. Lol. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;End. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5027496300359857088-4731622869315872394?l=misssbread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/feeds/4731622869315872394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/2009/11/end-of-something-awesome.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5027496300359857088/posts/default/4731622869315872394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5027496300359857088/posts/default/4731622869315872394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/2009/11/end-of-something-awesome.html' title='You&apos;re Beautiful-The end of something awesome.'/><author><name>Bread</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs2Jsrsh1KI/S-73RdGCDwI/AAAAAAAAAZw/tWXQ2JBZAdQ/S220/www000+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs2Jsrsh1KI/SxDTLiKKphI/AAAAAAAAAOw/5KVd9_G9kPg/s72-c/14861_184748230134_177698175134_3737375_897235_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5027496300359857088.post-5557193548621704246</id><published>2009-11-24T17:56:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T03:25:55.122+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pretty-boy Obsession.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Long time ago, it was Ikuta Toma.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs2Jsrsh1KI/SwufooGwdcI/AAAAAAAAAN4/KU4t7jivARw/s1600/e9dab05b6b85e0_full.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1259051791441"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1259051791442"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs2Jsrsh1KI/SwufooGwdcI/AAAAAAAAAN4/KU4t7jivARw/s200/e9dab05b6b85e0_full.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Re-ignited this year by, Kim Hyun Joong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs2Jsrsh1KI/Swufa8atrMI/AAAAAAAAANw/DwscwGmMWCs/s1600/hyunjoong.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs2Jsrsh1KI/Swufa8atrMI/AAAAAAAAANw/DwscwGmMWCs/s200/hyunjoong.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then came Kim Sang Bum.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs2Jsrsh1KI/SwupgS_8i1I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/BtVBGQ63Ats/s1600/da9f16fa85b3e9b958ee9055.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs2Jsrsh1KI/SwupgS_8i1I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/BtVBGQ63Ats/s200/da9f16fa85b3e9b958ee9055.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And now presenting my newest pretty-boy obsession:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;jeng3~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs2Jsrsh1KI/Swugb3vcEJI/AAAAAAAAAOI/IB1OSYfW-wY/s1600/jang-geun-seok24okt.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs2Jsrsh1KI/Swugb3vcEJI/AAAAAAAAAOI/IB1OSYfW-wY/s320/jang-geun-seok24okt.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Name: 장근석 / Jang Geun Seok&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Profession: Model, actor, singer (I love his voice)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Date of Birth: 1987-Aug-04 (3 years older~ LOL)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Height: 182cm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Weight: 63kg&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Star sign: Leo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Blood type: A&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Education: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;KwangJang Middle school, Bangsan High School, New Zealand Nelson College, Hanyang University Drama (Major in Movie)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Family: Parents. Only child.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The side effects of watching too much K-drama. sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This time, the drama is called "You're Beautiful". The story mainly revolves around the behind-the-scene life of a south korean idol group named A.N.JELL. Due to some circumstances, a female heroin just happens to be stuck in an impossible situation that forces her to be disguised as a guy. And thats where the fun begins. Jang Geun Seok stars as the leader of the group and also her love interest. *jealous*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyways, the drama is currently still airing its 14th episode in Korea itself so the full 16 episodes of the drama have yet to be uploaded for me to steal. :) Cant wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This drama is expected to air its final episode on the 26th November. But I don't know if I'd still alive then to see it. Seeing that this obsession is eating up me alive. The wait is killing me. I'm seriously dying a slow and painful death here. I need more... more.. more...! *hugs body. rocks back and forth* Ugh, why are you looking at me like that? don't lie to me. I know you want more too. :) Lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~photobooth~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QlSWU9uVtkY/TMcqcVkJ4sI/AAAAAAAAAFg/WVMsaYC01iU/s320/20091204081854510f30826.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532437333561434818" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px; " /&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/_Cs2Jsrsh1KI/SwuqiPYkn-I/AAAAAAAAAOg/bh7MNkIQ3WE/s1600/8e9980c49bb41b8404741594347c45a41227907318_full.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs2Jsrsh1KI/SwuqiPYkn-I/AAAAAAAAAOg/bh7MNkIQ3WE/s320/8e9980c49bb41b8404741594347c45a41227907318_full.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/_Cs2Jsrsh1KI/SwuqjuQywEI/AAAAAAAAAOo/iFwKRKDTmVg/s1600/janggeunseok_11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs2Jsrsh1KI/SwuqjuQywEI/AAAAAAAAAOo/iFwKRKDTmVg/s320/janggeunseok_11.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QlSWU9uVtkY/TMC13aG35-I/AAAAAAAAAFY/AzNxyDumAnw/s320/0000c8yy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530620305916553186" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 211px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs2Jsrsh1KI/SwuqBHrdorI/AAAAAAAAAOY/V5kk4JiUnl4/s1600/0ffc5372ed757eb5d778faea7ae8a5551231368202_full.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs2Jsrsh1KI/SwuqBHrdorI/AAAAAAAAAOY/V5kk4JiUnl4/s320/0ffc5372ed757eb5d778faea7ae8a5551231368202_full.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;He's so pretty, he can sooooo pass off as a girl. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I would so turn lesbo for him, if he was a girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Seriously man, *snaps2 fingers* I've got to get this obsession under control. Its still exam season for gawd sake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;T______T&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/5027496300359857088-5557193548621704246?l=misssbread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/feeds/5557193548621704246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/2009/11/pretty-boy-obsession.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5027496300359857088/posts/default/5557193548621704246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5027496300359857088/posts/default/5557193548621704246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/2009/11/pretty-boy-obsession.html' title='Pretty-boy Obsession.'/><author><name>Bread</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs2Jsrsh1KI/S-73RdGCDwI/AAAAAAAAAZw/tWXQ2JBZAdQ/S220/www000+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs2Jsrsh1KI/SwufooGwdcI/AAAAAAAAAN4/KU4t7jivARw/s72-c/e9dab05b6b85e0_full.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5027496300359857088.post-784342149586091978</id><published>2009-11-18T01:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T01:06:27.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Am going crazee.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Its finally here. The most anticipated event of my form6 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;At precisely 2pm today, I will enter the examination room that whether i like it or not, this will determine my FUTURE from now on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;=.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Seriously, my stomach don't feel so good now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Study. Study. Study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Am seriously going crazy here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://mathbits.com/mathbits/compsci/looping/mouse3.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://mathbits.com/mathbits/compsci/looping/mouse3.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5027496300359857088-784342149586091978?l=misssbread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/feeds/784342149586091978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/2009/11/am-going-crazee.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5027496300359857088/posts/default/784342149586091978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5027496300359857088/posts/default/784342149586091978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/2009/11/am-going-crazee.html' title='Am going crazee.'/><author><name>Bread</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs2Jsrsh1KI/S-73RdGCDwI/AAAAAAAAAZw/tWXQ2JBZAdQ/S220/www000+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5027496300359857088.post-1375277085165278790</id><published>2009-11-15T12:05:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-14T02:07:50.821+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For gawd sake. Study already! :S</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ok seriously!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've got to start studying for real now~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Computing 1 paper is in less than 3 days away. Sport science 1 is the paper for the next day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  and im not even 5% frigin' ready for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What has gotten into me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wasn't always like this. I mean, I actually studied for my Spm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But why cant I even open a book now??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Urgh! I'm so frustated with myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm punishing myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Won't be on9 anymore till the sun goes down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Won't touch my external too cz I'll just start watching them Korean dramas again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Won't play with my lil bros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Won't go around looking for pointless house chores to do (just to avoid studying).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I WONT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today is dedicated to my books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(so unless you are 2-D square, or rectangular and has comp n ss notes all over u, Stay away from me!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;=.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img13.imageshack.us/img13/5635/att4324530.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img13.imageshack.us/img13/5635/att4324530.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&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/5027496300359857088-1375277085165278790?l=misssbread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/feeds/1375277085165278790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/2009/11/for-gawd-sake-study-already-s.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5027496300359857088/posts/default/1375277085165278790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5027496300359857088/posts/default/1375277085165278790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/2009/11/for-gawd-sake-study-already-s.html' title='For gawd sake. Study already! :S'/><author><name>Bread</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs2Jsrsh1KI/S-73RdGCDwI/AAAAAAAAAZw/tWXQ2JBZAdQ/S220/www000+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5027496300359857088.post-8504329547671370142</id><published>2009-11-14T08:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T08:17:13.062+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2012.</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, ah chell and I had an awesome going out. School ended earlier than expected so we decided to use this opportunity to go shopping for some pens and crap for the big exam soon. Although we use that as an excuse, truth be told is, both of us just want release some tension badly. Lol.We really wanted donat n the other to join us BUT they were too much of a wimp to do it without their parent's consent. @@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, there, we watched this totally awesome movie called "2012". Seriously, its the kind of movie that really makes you think, what if the world actually ended that way? Then, we the normal citizen would never had stood a chance on surviving at all. Haih~ I pity a lot of people in that movie. Too many people had died in vein for them rich bastards. Seriously it was like human beings was just flies, from everywhere, around the world, just kept on falling and dying. It became annoying after a while. But, one thing chell and I kept saying through out the movie was the scenery(graphic) was really beautiful and the Limousine part was really cool.. but not logic lar. Lols.&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/_Cs2Jsrsh1KI/Sv31veXFT4I/AAAAAAAAANI/-G58JtToIko/s1600-h/%7D%7B%C2%A4%2B068.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs2Jsrsh1KI/Sv31veXFT4I/AAAAAAAAANI/-G58JtToIko/s320/%7D%7B%C2%A4%2B068.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Tsumani.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs2Jsrsh1KI/Sv313-XNYlI/AAAAAAAAANQ/OYau8znt28E/s1600-h/%7D%7B%C2%A4%2B069.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs2Jsrsh1KI/Sv313-XNYlI/AAAAAAAAANQ/OYau8znt28E/s320/%7D%7B%C2%A4%2B069.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Burning Las vegas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs2Jsrsh1KI/Sv32nc68dEI/AAAAAAAAANY/aseteNuKBOw/s1600-h/%7D%7B%C2%A4%2B070.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs2Jsrsh1KI/Sv32nc68dEI/AAAAAAAAANY/aseteNuKBOw/s320/%7D%7B%C2%A4%2B070.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tsunami + ship. Poseidon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bye!&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/5027496300359857088-8504329547671370142?l=misssbread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/feeds/8504329547671370142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/2009/11/2012.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5027496300359857088/posts/default/8504329547671370142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5027496300359857088/posts/default/8504329547671370142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/2009/11/2012.html' title='2012.'/><author><name>Bread</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs2Jsrsh1KI/S-73RdGCDwI/AAAAAAAAAZw/tWXQ2JBZAdQ/S220/www000+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs2Jsrsh1KI/Sv31veXFT4I/AAAAAAAAANI/-G58JtToIko/s72-c/%7D%7B%C2%A4%2B068.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5027496300359857088.post-1849485107719652595</id><published>2009-11-11T21:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T13:42:33.654+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't wanna say goodbye.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I originally decided on abandoning my blog, now that Stpm is starting in less than a week. But. Today was just too loco to not be documented. And so I act against my better judgment and decided to blog about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was in fact our last assembly of the year and because we wont be returning next year, it became our last assembly in our Form6 life. Can you believe it? Two years had gone by since I first walked out of my sfc life. It was painful back then and i don't expect this time to be any different. Good byes are just too sad. But then again its not like we're never gonna meet each other ever again. Just not as often is all. Right? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;18 months since I first enrolled in Form6. So many new found friendships and experience that I don't ever want to forget. So today we decided on something. Before we officially have to say good bye to our school uniformed life, we will cherish, make as many memory and take as many proof (pictures) together as possible. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here are a few from the many that we took today.&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/_Cs2Jsrsh1KI/Svq1oRSWbXI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/6wjJ9rIPT-c/s1600-h/%7D%7B%C2%A4%2B053.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs2Jsrsh1KI/Svq1oRSWbXI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/6wjJ9rIPT-c/s320/%7D%7B%C2%A4%2B053.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/_Cs2Jsrsh1KI/Svq6L_9mPPI/AAAAAAAAAMw/bpfvTXB5gNs/s1600-h/%7D%7B%C2%A4%2B037.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs2Jsrsh1KI/Svq6L_9mPPI/AAAAAAAAAMw/bpfvTXB5gNs/s320/%7D%7B%C2%A4%2B037.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; &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/_Cs2Jsrsh1KI/Svq6Ug9nULI/AAAAAAAAAM4/PRnVPKz7V1w/s1600-h/%7D%7B%C2%A4%2B052.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs2Jsrsh1KI/Svq6Ug9nULI/AAAAAAAAAM4/PRnVPKz7V1w/s320/%7D%7B%C2%A4%2B052.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs2Jsrsh1KI/Svq6cUXuHRI/AAAAAAAAANA/eWyS7uB_WZI/s1600-h/%7D%7B%C2%A4%2B043.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs2Jsrsh1KI/Svq6cUXuHRI/AAAAAAAAANA/eWyS7uB_WZI/s320/%7D%7B%C2%A4%2B043.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/_Cs2Jsrsh1KI/Svq5iVGYuwI/AAAAAAAAAMo/MctAL3A4cwA/s1600-h/%7D%7B%C2%A4%2B061.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs2Jsrsh1KI/Svq5iVGYuwI/AAAAAAAAAMo/MctAL3A4cwA/s320/%7D%7B%C2%A4%2B061.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/_Cs2Jsrsh1KI/Svq1YLshZ7I/AAAAAAAAAMA/qzTLfEGnkt8/s1600-h/%7D%7B%C2%A4%2B042.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs2Jsrsh1KI/Svq1YLshZ7I/AAAAAAAAAMA/qzTLfEGnkt8/s320/%7D%7B%C2%A4%2B042.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; &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/_Cs2Jsrsh1KI/Svq1fPVlwNI/AAAAAAAAAMI/gqE2fhBDVn4/s1600-h/%7D%7B%C2%A4%2B051.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs2Jsrsh1KI/Svq1fPVlwNI/AAAAAAAAAMI/gqE2fhBDVn4/s320/%7D%7B%C2%A4%2B051.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs2Jsrsh1KI/Svq1yu-XdPI/AAAAAAAAAMY/2Z3yzV-GOts/s1600-h/%7D%7B%C2%A4%2B063.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs2Jsrsh1KI/Svq1yu-XdPI/AAAAAAAAAMY/2Z3yzV-GOts/s320/%7D%7B%C2%A4%2B063.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Bye! &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/5027496300359857088-1849485107719652595?l=misssbread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/feeds/1849485107719652595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/2009/11/dont-wanna-say-goodbye.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5027496300359857088/posts/default/1849485107719652595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5027496300359857088/posts/default/1849485107719652595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/2009/11/dont-wanna-say-goodbye.html' title='Don&apos;t wanna say goodbye.'/><author><name>Bread</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs2Jsrsh1KI/S-73RdGCDwI/AAAAAAAAAZw/tWXQ2JBZAdQ/S220/www000+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs2Jsrsh1KI/Svq1oRSWbXI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/6wjJ9rIPT-c/s72-c/%7D%7B%C2%A4%2B053.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5027496300359857088.post-1043619619070236798</id><published>2009-11-04T21:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T21:18:49.332+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Might NOT be going.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As you read the tittle, you probably guessed what his post is about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I might NOT be going to Philippines after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As I suspected, paying another Rm 3150 just for me alone, is totally absurd. Turns out that amount is only the charge for our one-way trip, if I'm not mistaken. But, we intend to actually go back to Malaysia after 5 days so a two way trip is obviously going to cost double that amount. Do the math. Just please don't let me say it. @@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today's trip to Air Asia terminal place thingy was totally pointless cause of all days, they had to pick today to have a system down. Gawd, not helping much. So again we shall have to see what happens tomorrow after the visit to Air Asia part 2 takes part..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;BUT.. As an alternative, we have come up with a plan B (which I seem to like very much).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Instead of paying that much just for me (the retarded moron who can't read a freakin' schedule) to join them at Philippines this year, my uncle has suggested that we invest that money on another trip later this year. In this case, to Singapore. Around the 20th until before Christmas is the suggested date and so far, there are no objections to that idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So if plan B is chosen (80% possibility of happening now), it's definitely final that I would be staying alone for 5 days. Wild party anybody? Lols. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Initially I wasn't that freaked out about it. Cause I have done lots of things alone before. For example, I did travel to China alone before. But... *sigh* I just saw this freaky ghost story / exocism / haunting and ended with death of the person haunted. And now.. I'm not so sure. Maybe I'll drag someone to live with me within those few days. Lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bye!&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/5027496300359857088-1043619619070236798?l=misssbread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/feeds/1043619619070236798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/2009/11/might-not-be-going.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5027496300359857088/posts/default/1043619619070236798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5027496300359857088/posts/default/1043619619070236798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/2009/11/might-not-be-going.html' title='Might NOT be going.'/><author><name>Bread</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs2Jsrsh1KI/S-73RdGCDwI/AAAAAAAAAZw/tWXQ2JBZAdQ/S220/www000+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5027496300359857088.post-7316929383723530673</id><published>2009-11-04T00:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T00:13:17.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Might be going.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Again.. Am waiting for gawd damn thing to finish buffering... When will this end?? @@ Can't wait to get the downloaded copy and end this misery~~ Lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways.. As a continuation to my previous post, here's an update on the situation..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;With the few connections that my mum have in Air Asia, we found out that we simply can not cancel the trip and refund the money, then buy new tickets (as some of my uncles suggested). Bringing up the trip is definitely not an option either. I don't think Air Asia has that policy. They're too cheap to afford that luxury package. Any luxury for that matter. MAS is waaay better. Don't even get me started on the whys. I was brought up by MAS and I shall stand by it. My soon-to-be 1st experience with Air Asia, and this is happens. A sign maybe. Lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;But what we can do, is to postpone it to another date. Canceling + moving fee cost roughly round rm150 per person. So, for the whole group, we have to pay an additional Rm 3150 for my stupidity. I can't tell you how much it breaks my heart to know that &lt;b style="color: magenta; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I, Brenda Ann Clarence, has wasted rm 3150 for being careless&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;I could have gotten a new friggin' laptop with that much money in hand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;So far my family has yet to scream, punch, kick, and torture me with guilt for this incident (As if I don't feel horrible as it is). Maybe the situation just haven't sunk-in their mind yet. I mean, to spend another Rm 3150 just for me? They must reaaaaaally love me to just hand in the money quietly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;(T_______________________________T)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Mum and aunt are going to the Air Asia terminal place thingy tomorrow. So we shall see.....&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/5027496300359857088-7316929383723530673?l=misssbread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/feeds/7316929383723530673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/2009/11/might-be-going.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5027496300359857088/posts/default/7316929383723530673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5027496300359857088/posts/default/7316929383723530673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/2009/11/might-be-going.html' title='Might be going.'/><author><name>Bread</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs2Jsrsh1KI/S-73RdGCDwI/AAAAAAAAAZw/tWXQ2JBZAdQ/S220/www000+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5027496300359857088.post-4442457049045968202</id><published>2009-11-02T21:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T21:31:32.781+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes, I am a Dumbass.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Great! just... Great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thats me being sarcastic f.y.i..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just realized something really really stupid a little while ago...&lt;br /&gt;I was making those little stpm schedules reminders on my phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You know, as an effort to get me in the studying mood.&lt;br /&gt;But rather than scaring me into studying, i discovered something more cruel than that.. And got the opposite reaction that I wanted. I can't concentrate now.&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;" I might NOT be joining my family to PHILIPPINES this year."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No joke. Huhuhuhu. Though I wish I was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Before this, I thought the stpm exam period would only last for two weeks. An honest mistake!! One which anyone could make! Thats cause the schedule I downloaded was written up on two tables. I thought ONE table represented ONE week. But nooooo..... Oooh what a dumbass I was.. And I still am for just noticing this now, one more month before official departure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not just MY family we're talking about, but the whole 4 families on my mothers side. Imagine. Me is the only one of my blood that is in Malaysia while everyone is at Philippines. And this whole traveling to Philippines was my idea to begin with!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lets review... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have a family trip to Philippines on the 6th to the 10th this December!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have STPM computing 2, sains sukan 2, pengajian am 1 during that period!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;WTF!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;@@ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Only god knows how depressed now...&lt;br /&gt;(T_________________T) &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/5027496300359857088-4442457049045968202?l=misssbread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/feeds/4442457049045968202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/2009/11/yes-i-am-dumbass.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5027496300359857088/posts/default/4442457049045968202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5027496300359857088/posts/default/4442457049045968202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/2009/11/yes-i-am-dumbass.html' title='Yes, I am a Dumbass.'/><author><name>Bread</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs2Jsrsh1KI/S-73RdGCDwI/AAAAAAAAAZw/tWXQ2JBZAdQ/S220/www000+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5027496300359857088.post-4617980171492702311</id><published>2009-11-01T02:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T02:50:19.164+08:00</updated><title type='text'>While waiting.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;H&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;l&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="color: red;"&gt;w&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;e&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know my last post was like I don't know, a few hours ago..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But its currently around 2am and while waiting for the darn Korean drama to buff up..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I decided to fill my blog with some crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lets see..... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Idk what to talk about really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So think i'll just rant on like I always do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Had gastric in the morning so didn't went to extra class today.&lt;br /&gt;Initially had plans with the gangs..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But idk what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ended up canceling both plans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kinda dumbshit really~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Why do I bother making plans when they never work do out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This happened bout 3 times in a row now..&lt;br /&gt;Dumbshit~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;zzzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;zzzzzzzzzzzzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;zzzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But instead of sleeping and dreaming the whole day off, like how I usually do with my saturday morning..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Today, I went to the Pc fair!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Venue: Sabah trade centre. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Had wanted to go to the last one but something came up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyways, it was just my sis, my aunt and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sis ended up buying a new mouse (after destroying mine) n some new white earphones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Aunt was doing her fair share of surveying for her new laptop. She's probably gna get one tomorow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I bought a new portable external hard drive.&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/_Cs2Jsrsh1KI/SuyAOKcsmVI/AAAAAAAAALA/gThG7whxakI/s1600-h/StoreJet25_P_360X310.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Diniy, Navin n Aiman helped me pick this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was either this or another harddrive that cost a lil extra, like rm245 if I'm not mistake. And the only difference was it had a longer warranty but had no free pouch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In the end the cheaper and the one with the free pouch won the lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tadaa...&lt;br /&gt;Presenting my new awesome external hard drive.&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/_Cs2Jsrsh1KI/SuyAOKcsmVI/AAAAAAAAALA/gThG7whxakI/s1600-h/StoreJet25_P_360X310.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs2Jsrsh1KI/SuyAOKcsmVI/AAAAAAAAALA/gThG7whxakI/s320/StoreJet25_P_360X310.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It cost &lt;b&gt;rm229&lt;/b&gt;!! and has 320gb memory xDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Can't wait to bond with it. Lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyways, I think my drama thingy finished buffering already sooo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="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/5027496300359857088-4617980171492702311?l=misssbread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/feeds/4617980171492702311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/2009/11/lols.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5027496300359857088/posts/default/4617980171492702311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5027496300359857088/posts/default/4617980171492702311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/2009/11/lols.html' title='While waiting.'/><author><name>Bread</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs2Jsrsh1KI/S-73RdGCDwI/AAAAAAAAAZw/tWXQ2JBZAdQ/S220/www000+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs2Jsrsh1KI/SuyAOKcsmVI/AAAAAAAAALA/gThG7whxakI/s72-c/StoreJet25_P_360X310.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5027496300359857088.post-6026457459321376572</id><published>2009-10-31T21:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T21:09:55.284+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Long Post.</title><content type='html'>Finally i manage to clear some time from my busy schedule to update my long lost forgotten blog. Lols. Sorry for my long absent, but it so wasn't my fault that my streamyx had problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, all is forgiven cause I refuse to waste my energy holding a grudge with yet another electronic-machine. 1st my phone, then my hair dryer, my laptop n etc. Please. No more. Why oh why does electronic repel from me? I soo do not care anymore.. I have other more important priority in my life right now. Like for example actually studying for my final STPM exams. Which, if you hadn't notice, is coming real real real soon. Like in less than 3 weeks now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only god knows how stressed out my brain is right now. Question, can I stop time now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~Taking a break from that stressing matter~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much has happened during my absent from the cyber world. But I can only think ONE that really meant a lot. You know, the kind of memory that stick with you till you're old and saggy. When you think back, a smile can just suddenly appear from your face... Yea, that kind of memory. *big smile*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27 oct 2009,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the day of my 19th birthday. And honestly, I really didn't think something like this could even happen. What did I expect? Well, I kinda just expected an ordinary plus a few happy birthday greeting and hugs here and there. But nothing like this. So what did happen that was soo shocking that made me speechless? Literally? My besties actually gave me a surprise birthday cake / party. I literally was speechless for words. How did it happen? Initially, I was in the computing lab working on my never ending project. And somehow, miss bonet, belle, and even donat (who was with me in the lab) manage to drag me out of there with the excuse that we are needed upstairs for a "Geography test". It was so random and ridiculous cause we just finish our lessing test just last week. @@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that point, I already started to suspect something. Something was definitely going on that was related to the my birthday. But bonet still insisted that I should go up. Seriously bonet, if we had a test, why didn't you bother to call our other classmate that was in the lab with us? @@ Then belle was being tooo quiet and smilling too much. Same goes with donat, who by this time had already been filled in by bonet i think. They even had these secret conversation with some teachers. Im telling you, that situation was tooooo suspicious just for a "test".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still they insisted, so fine. I went along with it. Knowing that "something" awaited me upstairs at class, in my head, "whatever it is, please god don't get me wet or dirty or flour-ed..." Lols. Then, after that, everything else happened so fast. I was standing in the kem2 class with a cake and the whole class staring at me. They sang the happy birthday song. My face got caked by chelle. I was feed cake by Dato. Pictures were taken everywhere. And yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As if that wasn't enough for a birthday present, you guys just had to wet me too aah.. Haih~ My mum was wondering if it had rained outside seeing that my hair was wet. But then again, my clothes was dry. Lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was speechless before, and I still am but I just cant sit right if I didn't say anything bout it. So here goes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getek Chell!! The mastermind of the whole event.. Thank you so much for this absolutely awesome bday gift you gave me. It definitely made my 19th birthday memorable. Eventhough two years ago, we were nothing but stranger to each other. Today, you are really one of my most valuable friend. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darlink Donat!! Thank you soo much for choosing my bday cake. Don't worry, size doesn't matter. Its the thought that counts. My darlink donat, when i started form6, I was soo happy that I had a familiar face to hang out with and now that form6 is ending soon. I'm glad I got to know you better. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bonet berkarat!!! "Geo test" kunun ah.. Lols. Eventhough the "geo test" excuse was too easy to see through. Thanks for the effort. xD And eventhough u get toooo wacky and toooooooo crazy at times, life at form6 without you would've been boring. Thanks for your friendship. Lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jingle Belle!! I still cant believe that you didn't crack up and tell me.  Your expression was really priceless. xD Usually you the hardest to tell a lie. I guess we really are a bad influence for you. You're getting better at lying. Lols. But anyways, I'm really glad I befriended you. During those annoying times, its comforting to have a friend as you. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs2Jsrsh1KI/Suw29G5en4I/AAAAAAAAAK4/LjUl4l1tO48/s1600-h/DSC00763.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs2Jsrsh1KI/Suw29G5en4I/AAAAAAAAAK4/LjUl4l1tO48/s200/DSC00763.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To those who were involved and I have left out in this post, thanks soo much. I love you too. Lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* Wow, this is a long post. Lols. I think I should stop now. Don't you. Heeee~ Till next time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo~~~~~~~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5027496300359857088-6026457459321376572?l=misssbread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/feeds/6026457459321376572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/2009/10/long-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5027496300359857088/posts/default/6026457459321376572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5027496300359857088/posts/default/6026457459321376572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/2009/10/long-post.html' title='A Long Post.'/><author><name>Bread</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs2Jsrsh1KI/S-73RdGCDwI/AAAAAAAAAZw/tWXQ2JBZAdQ/S220/www000+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs2Jsrsh1KI/Suw29G5en4I/AAAAAAAAAK4/LjUl4l1tO48/s72-c/DSC00763.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5027496300359857088.post-8289585938434201519</id><published>2009-10-21T02:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T02:42:53.245+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One down one to go.</title><content type='html'>Stpm computing database is finally done!! Yeay me.. I can't believe it, but everything is finally done! Phew~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is still my programing assignment to do. Though I try to ignore it. I still have this nagging feeling at the back of my head screaming that I'm still NOT DONE yet. Thus I cant start studying for stpm yet. Haih~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really hating computing subject man... &lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;:/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5027496300359857088-8289585938434201519?l=misssbread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/feeds/8289585938434201519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/2009/10/one-down-one-to-go.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5027496300359857088/posts/default/8289585938434201519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5027496300359857088/posts/default/8289585938434201519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/2009/10/one-down-one-to-go.html' title='One down one to go.'/><author><name>Bread</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs2Jsrsh1KI/S-73RdGCDwI/AAAAAAAAAZw/tWXQ2JBZAdQ/S220/www000+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5027496300359857088.post-1610777388333008263</id><published>2009-10-11T12:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T02:12:00.421+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Technology on strike.</title><content type='html'>zzzz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe its just my imagination but, I feel like all the technology around me is having a strike on me(mogok). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see ah~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My hair dryer broke. So you will be seeing me with frizzy hair during this period before i get a new one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I don't know why~ but my internet is being a bitch lately. Connected as local but no internet~  Then after a while, can online.. then can't again.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Then my house's electricity kept getting black-out. Disrupting my internet/study session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Phone problems. After recently fixing my hand-phone casing, it got problems again. Some buttons when pressed, has totally no effect. And hanged. So yesterday I went to fix. And I did, for rm35. And now this bullshit phone is having the same problems again. The exact same problem that that i just threw rm35 for...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. My laptop is soo freakin' slow lately and it keeps getting hanged at the important process. Like saving my assignment or uploading pictures or chatting. For gawd sake, one time, it took like 20minutes to open a file from Microsoft access.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I'm just hanging by a thread from giving every piece of technology I own a good smack-down. Just for the fun of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F-ing shit man~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What have I done to deserve this discrimination? (T________T)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5027496300359857088-1610777388333008263?l=misssbread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/feeds/1610777388333008263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/2009/10/technology-on-strike.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5027496300359857088/posts/default/1610777388333008263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5027496300359857088/posts/default/1610777388333008263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/2009/10/technology-on-strike.html' title='Technology on strike.'/><author><name>Bread</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs2Jsrsh1KI/S-73RdGCDwI/AAAAAAAAAZw/tWXQ2JBZAdQ/S220/www000+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5027496300359857088.post-6397658505111582368</id><published>2009-10-09T09:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T09:29:28.432+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun in the Lab.</title><content type='html'>Okay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're at school now. In the computing lab. And just when&amp;nbsp;me and donat were&amp;nbsp;about to die serious boredom, we decided to take pics of my newly improved phone. Just the phone. But... We enter-frame. And so ended up taking these instead.&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs2Jsrsh1KI/Ss6PdFGiXXI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/IrP9FvIaS5A/s1600-h/Snapshot_20091009.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs2Jsrsh1KI/Ss6PdFGiXXI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/IrP9FvIaS5A/s200/Snapshot_20091009.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Still control here..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs2Jsrsh1KI/Ss6Pex4mY7I/AAAAAAAAAKA/RgwvuIwXhZ8/s1600-h/Snapshot_20091009_1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs2Jsrsh1KI/Ss6Pex4mY7I/AAAAAAAAAKA/RgwvuIwXhZ8/s200/Snapshot_20091009_1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Kiss2~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs2Jsrsh1KI/Ss6PooydCHI/AAAAAAAAAKo/J2QyQWKlg6c/s1600-h/Snapshot_20091009_6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs2Jsrsh1KI/Ss6PooydCHI/AAAAAAAAAKo/J2QyQWKlg6c/s200/Snapshot_20091009_6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Sweet donat~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs2Jsrsh1KI/Ss6PqaO0d9I/AAAAAAAAAKw/D7IG615bfrg/s1600-h/Snapshot_20091009_7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs2Jsrsh1KI/Ss6PqaO0d9I/AAAAAAAAAKw/D7IG615bfrg/s200/Snapshot_20091009_7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Peace yo...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;ai? wheres the phone od? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Weren't we taking pictures of the phone only ka..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5027496300359857088-6397658505111582368?l=misssbread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/feeds/6397658505111582368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/2009/10/fun-in-lab.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5027496300359857088/posts/default/6397658505111582368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5027496300359857088/posts/default/6397658505111582368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/2009/10/fun-in-lab.html' title='Fun in the Lab.'/><author><name>Bread</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs2Jsrsh1KI/S-73RdGCDwI/AAAAAAAAAZw/tWXQ2JBZAdQ/S220/www000+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs2Jsrsh1KI/Ss6PdFGiXXI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/IrP9FvIaS5A/s72-c/Snapshot_20091009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5027496300359857088.post-5299840184409483592</id><published>2009-10-09T01:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T02:35:56.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick updates..</title><content type='html'>Ok. Lets begin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, remember when I was phone-less and that my phone was destroyed? Yes, well, 24 hours later, I own a phone again. Sadly not a new one as I hoped but apparently my dad fixed my old one that evening itself and now it looks all brand new again (black and gold in color-me likey)~ Yippie~ So I guess it's safe to say that no-phone-study plan went down the drain. Crap~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, my head is currently on the verge of exploding into thousands of pieces due to the up coming deadlines for my computing project. Why oh why do I always end up doing things last minute. F~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third, my room's toilet is about to be renovated. Lots are needed to be demolished and changed. And as much as I welcome the excitement of the new renovations, I must also welcome all the noise and dust that comes with it... noise.. dust.. All I'm saying is this is sooo helping my life man.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Above all, the mama of all government exams, Stpm is in 40 more days now and I still have not start my revision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5027496300359857088-5299840184409483592?l=misssbread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/feeds/5299840184409483592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/2009/10/quick-updates.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5027496300359857088/posts/default/5299840184409483592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5027496300359857088/posts/default/5299840184409483592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/2009/10/quick-updates.html' title='Quick updates..'/><author><name>Bread</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs2Jsrsh1KI/S-73RdGCDwI/AAAAAAAAAZw/tWXQ2JBZAdQ/S220/www000+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5027496300359857088.post-2395815796832757242</id><published>2009-10-07T00:31:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T02:01:54.085+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A sign from the big guy?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Its official.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;My phone is dead and there is NO chance of saving it anymore. It literally fell and dismantled itself. Lols. Therefore, now, I am not a phone-less student. Gaawd, I used to make fun of people like this. And now I'm one of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;F....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;But looking at it from another view.. Maybe this is a sign from Him. That taking away my phone can help my studying. Hey, I didn't say I like having n phone ok. But upon entering form 6, my grades has seriously dropped. With STPM just around the corner. *sigh* All I'm saying is maybe this could help.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I've never gone through such drastic measures to make sure that I study. But Idk. Knowing myself, doubt this phone-free study technique will last. I'll probably get a substitution soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I hope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I pray.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pray with me! Lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At school just now, some friends of mine introduced me to another new drama. Well, kinda old but new to me. I think the tittle really2 suit the story. Cause when they were just explaining to me the plot. My eyes were already tearful. The drama is called "One litre tears". Though I doubt my tears are gonna stop only at one litre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs2Jsrsh1KI/SsuEYzOMhyI/AAAAAAAAAJo/JPyl9l1GBTY/s1600-h/1liter+of+tears.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs2Jsrsh1KI/SsuEYzOMhyI/AAAAAAAAAJo/JPyl9l1GBTY/s200/1liter+of+tears.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs2Jsrsh1KI/SsuEaZ4JM3I/AAAAAAAAAJw/WmxI3Z6H1gw/s1600-h/1402631618_4e71dcdafc.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs2Jsrsh1KI/SsuEaZ4JM3I/AAAAAAAAAJw/WmxI3Z6H1gw/s200/1402631618_4e71dcdafc.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;The main character is  so cute.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hence, a new distraction / temptation is born.&lt;br /&gt;God help me. *sigh* &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/5027496300359857088-2395815796832757242?l=misssbread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/feeds/2395815796832757242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/2009/10/sign-from-big-guy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5027496300359857088/posts/default/2395815796832757242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5027496300359857088/posts/default/2395815796832757242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/2009/10/sign-from-big-guy.html' title='A sign from the big guy?'/><author><name>Bread</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs2Jsrsh1KI/S-73RdGCDwI/AAAAAAAAAZw/tWXQ2JBZAdQ/S220/www000+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs2Jsrsh1KI/SsuEYzOMhyI/AAAAAAAAAJo/JPyl9l1GBTY/s72-c/1liter+of+tears.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5027496300359857088.post-4136497396700084128</id><published>2009-10-07T00:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T00:11:12.344+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bye2 Xiang~</title><content type='html'>It has been like 30 hours since I last embraced my favorite nice with a goodbye hug. And right now, I'm missing her like hell already. Huhu. Why the f- is nilai so far away. =(&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/_Cs2Jsrsh1KI/SstoJ6GNu3I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/GxV4NWQ4BeM/s1600-h/Image036.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs2Jsrsh1KI/SstoJ6GNu3I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/GxV4NWQ4BeM/s200/Image036.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;She look so emo in this picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Xiang2, along with her parents, my bro and vera went back to kl with the 7+ o'clock MAS flight that monday. Their visit here ended all too soon. Too soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs2Jsrsh1KI/SstpeEmN6cI/AAAAAAAAAJg/fov0VPQi7oI/s1600-h/Image038.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs2Jsrsh1KI/SstpeEmN6cI/AAAAAAAAAJg/fov0VPQi7oI/s200/Image038.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Adorable aint' she... 13kg of cuteness...&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/5027496300359857088-4136497396700084128?l=misssbread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/feeds/4136497396700084128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/2009/10/bye2-xiang.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5027496300359857088/posts/default/4136497396700084128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5027496300359857088/posts/default/4136497396700084128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/2009/10/bye2-xiang.html' title='Bye2 Xiang~'/><author><name>Bread</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs2Jsrsh1KI/S-73RdGCDwI/AAAAAAAAAZw/tWXQ2JBZAdQ/S220/www000+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs2Jsrsh1KI/SstoJ6GNu3I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/GxV4NWQ4BeM/s72-c/Image036.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5027496300359857088.post-4865341729507343723</id><published>2009-10-06T02:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T02:43:58.767+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Making memories.</title><content type='html'>Open house Raya at Sabah College school of 2009...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually today went better than expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought it was only gonna be one of those hot, long days that after everything is done you will definitely k.o as soon as you get home kind of days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was right. It was hot, felt long, and I did k.o as soon as I get in the car. Couldn't wait till I get home. Lols. But as I said it turned out much better than expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through out the whole day, all we did was eat, laugh, chit chat, watch bonet dance, laugh, eat, watch bonet dance some more and took tons and tons of pictures..^^ Most of the pics are taken from Chell's camera so.. For the whole album, you'll just gonna have to wait for her to upload on her facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pictures, that I manage to take with my partially mutated phone (not exaggerating here).&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/_Cs2Jsrsh1KI/Sso53unTH8I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/pwfyNFfWAUs/s1600-h/%7D%7B%C2%A4%2B017.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs2Jsrsh1KI/Sso53unTH8I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/pwfyNFfWAUs/s320/%7D%7B%C2%A4%2B017.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;serious..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs2Jsrsh1KI/Sso6HXZ0MaI/AAAAAAAAAIY/wy5NQAuDY30/s1600-h/%7D%7B%C2%A4%2B019.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs2Jsrsh1KI/Sso6HXZ0MaI/AAAAAAAAAIY/wy5NQAuDY30/s320/%7D%7B%C2%A4%2B019.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;peace................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs2Jsrsh1KI/Sso6TzjoBJI/AAAAAAAAAIg/NTGb6KrnaHw/s1600-h/%7D%7B%C2%A4%2B023.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs2Jsrsh1KI/Sso6TzjoBJI/AAAAAAAAAIg/NTGb6KrnaHw/s200/%7D%7B%C2%A4%2B023.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Purple bosom buddy..... ^^ &lt;br /&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/_Cs2Jsrsh1KI/Sso8MBNe9II/AAAAAAAAAIo/6CPxmuoS5WU/s1600-h/IMG_4511.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs2Jsrsh1KI/Sso8MBNe9II/AAAAAAAAAIo/6CPxmuoS5WU/s320/IMG_4511.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I like this picture...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;*copyright from my donat's blog*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;(hope you dont mind donat darls) &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/5027496300359857088-4865341729507343723?l=misssbread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/feeds/4865341729507343723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/2009/10/making-memories.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5027496300359857088/posts/default/4865341729507343723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5027496300359857088/posts/default/4865341729507343723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/2009/10/making-memories.html' title='Making memories.'/><author><name>Bread</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs2Jsrsh1KI/S-73RdGCDwI/AAAAAAAAAZw/tWXQ2JBZAdQ/S220/www000+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs2Jsrsh1KI/Sso53unTH8I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/pwfyNFfWAUs/s72-c/%7D%7B%C2%A4%2B017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5027496300359857088.post-712976374936020118</id><published>2009-10-05T00:54:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T01:15:15.159+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The deed is done.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Okay.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;After about 3 hours of just plain torture..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Its finally done~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Shall upload new pics soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Right now, sleep is much needed. xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Busy day tomorow.. Haih~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/5027496300359857088-712976374936020118?l=misssbread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/feeds/712976374936020118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/2009/10/deed-is-done.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5027496300359857088/posts/default/712976374936020118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5027496300359857088/posts/default/712976374936020118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/2009/10/deed-is-done.html' title='The deed is done.'/><author><name>Bread</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs2Jsrsh1KI/S-73RdGCDwI/AAAAAAAAAZw/tWXQ2JBZAdQ/S220/www000+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5027496300359857088.post-2570312153600457948</id><published>2009-10-03T09:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T09:45:00.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another hair style?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;So the day has finally come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Planned to straighten my hair today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Wish me luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;And pray that I wont end up with fuglier hair..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Donat! I shall soon look like you. Lols ^^&lt;/i&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/5027496300359857088-2570312153600457948?l=misssbread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/feeds/2570312153600457948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/2009/10/another-hair-style.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5027496300359857088/posts/default/2570312153600457948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5027496300359857088/posts/default/2570312153600457948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/2009/10/another-hair-style.html' title='Another hair style?'/><author><name>Bread</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs2Jsrsh1KI/S-73RdGCDwI/AAAAAAAAAZw/tWXQ2JBZAdQ/S220/www000+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5027496300359857088.post-7769007002028963719</id><published>2009-10-02T21:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T22:15:55.768+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Raya at school?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Haih.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Yes, you heard me. We're actually having a hari Raya celebration at school on Monday. Apparently we expected to attend school on monday wearing our baju raya. zzzzz..Why do suddenly feel soo lazy just by the thought of it? @@ The last time we did something like this was during our lower 6 orientation week. And well...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; All I remember about that day was me, sweating like a pig and wishing the torture would end already. I admit, the fact that there's free food everywhere did lessen the pain a little. But still, it was a hot. End of story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;My favorite part of Raya, besides good-fattening-food-that-is-much-needed-by-my-diet, is the colorful outfits that people tend to use. It's kinda fun to see how everybody dresses up for it. You can really see the amount of effort that they dedicate to achieving their one-of-a-kind look for this special day. I'll give them that. Entertaining really. Last year, I myself only wore a 'baju kurung', which I bought just a few days before the occasion. All my life, attending a christian school has blessed me with ZERO traditional outfits. Lols. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;God knows how am I gonna come up with an outfit for monday.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Haih..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5027496300359857088-7769007002028963719?l=misssbread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/feeds/7769007002028963719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/2009/10/raya-at-school.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5027496300359857088/posts/default/7769007002028963719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5027496300359857088/posts/default/7769007002028963719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misssbread.blogspot.com/2009/10/raya-at-school.html' title='Raya at school?'/><author><name>Bread</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs2Jsrsh1KI/S-73RdGCDwI/AAAAAAAAAZw/tWXQ2JBZAdQ/S220/www000+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
